I was taking a leisurely stroll with Ms. BeeBee. She was mighty quiet. I thought she was taking in the beautiful clear blue sky... or the smells of the colorful wild flowers we were passin'.
I side-eyed her and saw her lips were set to say something, but she was pondering how to let it out.
She caught my gaze and decided the time was then...
"Omar," she woofed, fixing a stern expression on me. "Us females been wanting to get you to do something about you males teaching the puppies to misbehave. They're gettin' wilder and wilder. We just had to stop 'em from goin' after the baby tree ogres. That's good fighting practice and the tree ogres like a good clash, but that's not the point! They always come home with splinters in their little paws. Wearing them like badges of courage. Don't want them dug out."
I was wondering how I was gonna get clear of the scolding, when as luck would have it, Sandy the St. Bernard appeared over the horizon.
"Omar! He called out. Look what I found wandering around, looking for K-9 Town."
Two dogs I had never seen before came closer. The dogs, named Dobby and Legend, sat taking in their surroundings, then began explaining how they heard that we accepted all dogs who were ready to befriend and follow the laws of K-9 Town. They admitted being lost until they ran into Sandy.
Sandy's remarkable six sense had revealed there were dogs close-by seeking refuge. He reacted accordingly. This wasn't the first time.
After a quick, "Welcome to K-9 Town!" Ms. BeeBee took off like a shot to alert the pack, having put aside the practiced lecture about the puppies' antics.
When the foursome met up and were surrounded by the excited pack, it was Dobby who repeated how he and Legend were looking for a new way of living and were hoping to find it at K-9 Town.
