Very Bad Dog

Do you have a very bad dog? Does it wait for the opportune time to strike your  kitchen trash can?

Love at First Bark: How Saving a Dog Can Somtimes Help You Save Yourself

Love at First Bark is delightful novel by Julie Klam in which she introduces you to the life of three different characters Morris, Clemmie, and Jarhead. The story of each of these dogs has away of melting your heart.  It is the tale of each dog which reminds us why we must advocate for the dogs who have lost their best friend. 

The story of  Morris pulled at my heart-strings as Julie relentlessly attempts to find a placement home for lovable pit bull left tied to a sidewalk post on a hot summers day. It is her  fear of abandoning this dog in need is something I can relate to having been in the same shoes with my own dog.

We discovered her wandering in the front of  our house, no tags, no collar, it was as if she came to us, and chose her home. We took her around the neighborhood no one had ever seen her before, went to the local vet to see if there was a chip and there was nothing.

In the end, I had to take her to the pound and my heart was torn into a million little pieces. It was without thought or  fear I put my name down to adopt her if  no one would claim her within the next 7 -10 days. It was a week later I got a phone call from the city animal shelter and Sadie has become a warm part of our family.

Julie Klam’s novel Love at First Bark woofs up a delightful read reminding us that sometimes we need to take the lead  advocating for the strays who have no voice.  A dog is truly a mans best friend they have the ability to connect us with others and keep us company on the coldest of days.

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Have you ever adopted a pet? Did it become a welcome addition to your home?

This was a paid review for BlogHer Book Club but the opinions expressed are my own.

My Dog’s Life

This week  took a turn from organized to chaotic. So I have given over my blog to my dog Sadie to give you a brief perspective into her life. I beg to disagree with most of her points!

If you ever listened to the Beatles songs a Hard Days Night then you already know my life in the first two lines. However, there is no sleep for me and I do work like a dog. I feel as if most days  no one appreciates all of my hard work!

Did you know that I’m rustled out of bed at the crack of dawn?  Two little giants rumble in and jump on top of me with cuddles. Don’t they realize I need sleep! I’m up all night listening to the rabbits under the step and people passing on the side-walk. I even have to listen to snores and toots!  It’s enough for anyone to have a sleepless night.

The next thing you know, the morning chaos erupts, everyone is out the door, and I’m left stuck in my crate. My owner says, “It’s because I cannot be trusted.” It wasn’t my fault the front window blinds got pulled  down by my paws and the lovely white panels were calling me to chew them into tiny delicious pieces. I’m only a dog after all…

It’s when my Mom returns home lets me out of the crate she gives me the most daunting task in dogs history. I have to work on getting rid of a closet full of shoes. Her house needs some major de-cluttering. I have been very proactive in helping solve this situation. I have been known to courageously seize the opportunity!

It is when no one is looking I  grab a shoe,  hide under the bed, and chew it until I’m caught! If I’m lucky they don’t discover the chewed shoe for at least a day! But that’s one more pair of shoes that doesn’t take up space on the shoe rack! One giant leap for interior spaciousness!

But the worst part of my day is supper! I get something dry and gross while they all eat steak! How fair is that? I have to tolerate the whole meal in silence waiting for a morsel to fall on the floor. I feel like such a barbarian!

Did you know you know she is not even paying me in treats for writing this? She’s such a cheapskate!

Phew! All of this typing has made me tired!I think I could go for a nap….

What do you think of a dog’s life? Do I have it rough?

All I Wanted Was My Dog

After a splendid weekend of camping the next day I soldiered through the laundry and hopped in the car ready to pick up my beloved pet from the kennel. I drove half way across the city and landed at the spot at exactly 12:05pm. I went to open the door and it was locked.

I then proceeded to read the sign on the door. We are open Monday – Friday 9:00am – 5:00pm however we are closed between 12:00pm and 1:00pm. I sighed “You have got to be kidding me” 

No one had ever mentioned this fact to us before, it wasn’t listed on the web site, and they didn’t mention it on their answering machine. I looked around the building cars were parked, lights were on, and I assumed if I rang the door bell someone would answer.

But they didn’t! I suspect they were too busy playing poker!

The location was in the middle of no where so I was left standing waiting for someone to open the door. All I wanted was my dog. It only takes two seconds to pay and then leave with the adorable pup. However, I waited, I phoned, no answer, I rang the doorbell, still no answer! At exactly 1:00 pm they opened the magical door which lead to my dog.

“Good Afternoon! How can I help you?”

” Good Afternoon! I’m here to pick-up my dog, I have been waiting hour outside, could you please go get her.”

Another girl emerged ” Is there a problem?”

“Yes there is a problem! I have driven half way across the city to the middle of no where only to discover that you are closed at the most convenient time of the day between 12:00 and 1:00pm.”

“Well you should have known!”

“I should  have known – how could I know if someone doesn’t tell me, list it on their website, or leave this tidbit of information on their answering machine. The whole time a paying customer is standing outside to pick her dog up and you don’t even have the common courtesy to pick up the phone or answer the door.”

“It’s not my problem. You should have known the time was listed on the door.”

“So what you are telling me is I have to drive half way across the city to read a  sign on the door?”

It’s with that she stomped off in a huff. I could hear her exclaiming through the walls at the girl getting my dog how awful I was….

It was at that point girl came out with my dog. I didn’t reply, I didn’t tip for the care of my dog, I left, and I will never return again. If they are in the business of losing repeat customers – I think they may have succeeded!

What is one of your worst customer service experiences? Did you ever return to that business?