The Wilson Files Part 1 - 'Introducing Wilson and The Doggett'

This is the first of my blogs about Wilson the Dog. It is aimed at kids all ages.

The Wilson Files

 

Part 1 Introducing Wilson and The Doggett �" 23^rd March, 2011

 

Hi, my name is Wilson and that’s me when I was a puppy.

 

I stayed with my mum and brother and sister until I was two months old, then I went to live with my dad, or ‘The Doggett’ as he is known. He is really big and has lots of muscles. I love him a lot. We have fun together; especially when we go for drives in the car. We both hang out the window and as we jet along I can feel my ears beating on top of my head to the rhythm of the rushing wind.

 

One day we were in the car in our favorite spot; hanging out the window when I noticed The Doggett’s usual relaxed, heavenly mood changing. That daft look he gets on his face when his tongue and jowls flap in the slipstream, quietly dissolved. His neck muscles tightened, his mouth closed and he moved his head forward in an icy stare. I followed his line of vision and saw that he was staring at the car in front of us. Quite frankly, I couldn’t believe what I saw. In the car in front, sitting on that little deck under the back window was a cat.

 

The cat had no idea we were watching because it had its eyes closed and continued to lick its paws in a blissful, unconcerned dream state, that only cats can do. It wasn’t until we pulled up at the lights that the cat opened its eyes and saw us. It’s ears flattened onto the back of its head and it opened its mouth mid lick to expose the scariest set of sharp, pointy teeth I have ever seen. It drew its mouth back in a wicked snarl and hissed and spat at us like a wounded dragon. I don’t mind admitting, I was scared! But The Doggett never flinched. He drew himself up to his full height, well as far as he could, given that he was leaning out of a half raised car window that he shared with me, and gave all his attention to the cat. The Doggett had the meanest eyes I have ever seen; I was very impressed. Although I did start to wonder what harm the cat could do to us, after all, it was in a different car with all the windows up. Nevertheless, my dad The Doggett was wonderful. He eyeballed that cat and never blinked.

 

The cat raised its level of hissing and included a menacing growl. It almost choked in an attempt to sustain the growling and the now frenzied hissing. Then it stood, drew itself up onto its toes, arched its back, and went berserk. It was a blur as it flew around inside the car, growling and screeching and choking until it landed on the head of its driving person and from what I gather must have dug those claw things in pretty hard. The car in front swerved slightly and I could see the commotion as the driving person tried to unhook the claw things from her head. But the cat was relentless; it stuck to the driver like super glue.

 

Eventually the car in front pulled over and we drove on past. The Doggett was wonderful, he held his position and continued to glare unblinkingly in the direction of the cat until we finally turned into our street.

 

Later that night alone in my bed, I pondered my relationship with our own cat, Edward. He doesn’t have anything to do with us, The Doggett and me. When I really think about it, I’m happy to let him lick himself in that catty dream state as much as he wants. I really don’t need to bother him at all. Come to think of it, The Doggett doesn’t bother him either.

 

Love Wilson.