I don’t know whether there’s an Award for “Best Woof-Growl to Scare Away Bad Guys,” but if there is, I’m pretty sure Trixie Loo Pallini would at least be in the Top Three. Just sayin’.
Trixie’s a Bew-D-full Golden Lab, not even 2 yet. She’s pale gold an cream, with silky, dark gold ears and light chocolate eyes.
When her Mom opened the door, Trixie Loo was right behind her, Woof-Growlin’ like anything. Me an my assistant were happy we were NOT Bad Guys.
“Good morning! I’m Bonzo an this is my assistant,” I said, employin’ the Very Soft, Non-Threatening voice I usually reserve for Cats. “You must be Trixie. It’s a pleasure!”
“Oh, GOOD!” Trixie said happily, trottin’ up for the Wag-an-Sniff. “I THOUGHT it was you but I just wanted to be SURE. Cuz you never know, you know? I am Trixie Loo Pallini (call me Trixie).
THIS is my Mommy, Amy: she Dresses Hair, but just for hoomans, an she does it on a speshell Cloud, if you can believe it. It’s called 9. I didn’t even know they had numbers. This is my Big Brother Alex. He’s 9. My Daddy Chris is workin’. So, come’on IN.”
Trixie led the way, enthusiastically Woof Growlin’ till we got seated. Alex had Seriously Cool Kibbles dark hair, with sticky-uppy blonde on top. An he was holdin’ drumsticks. After intros, Alex disappeared down the hall an preddy soon we heard Major Drummin’ an those big round metal thingies.
“Alex is a Drummer,” Trixie explained unnecessarily. “A mew-ZISH-un like Daddy. Daddy plays IN-struh-Mutts inna BAND called High Mileage, an he does somethin’ called GIGS. Crispy Biscuits, doncha think?”
“WAY Crispy Biscuits!” I agreed. “So, tell me about findin’ your Furever Famly an what your life’s like now.”
Trixie sat nex to my assistant, enjoyin’ duh-lishus snax from The Satchel. As instructed, my assistant asked Trixie to SIT and GIVE PAW first, which she totally did.
I opened my notebook an Trixie began. “Mommy’d always had Ree-TREE-vers: buh-for ME, there was Cooper, a golden, an Taz, a black lab rescue. When they hadda go to Dog Heaven, Mommy began lookin’ for another dog. Then, a fren told her about Miss Audra, who has White Fox Labradors right here in Sebastian. Mommy called right away and Miss Audra said she had an 8-month-old pupper who was a re-TURN. It was ME. I was probly a tiny bit vo-SIFFER-us an ram-BUNK-shush an a liddle (well, a LOT) more of a handful than my first hoomans expected. So I got re-TURNED. I was gloomy cuz there I was, back at the breeder, an I wasn’t an adorable liddle fluffball anymore. I mean, what were my chances?
“However, soon as me an my (future) family met in Miss Audra’s yard, I got all happy an Belly-Up an snuggly cuz I knew I’d found my Furever Famly! Plus, I was a suh-PRIZE for Alex’s birthday! Right away I met CARLOS (now one of my Besties) cuz Mommy an Daddy were watchin’ him for their fren Larissa. Which reminds me of a funny story. Well, it’s funny now.
“Back when I hadn’t been in my Furever Home for very long, Miss Larissa came over to let me out to Do My Doody when Mommy an Daddy were AWAY. I was still WARY of new peeple, so it took her FOREVER to coax me outside, an then, it took FOREVER, AGAIN, when she tried to get me to go back IN. THEN, when she finally got me in the door, I was still skittish an at the ready to zoom back outside. So Miss Larissa ended up stealthily Army Crawling to shut the door before I could make my escape again. Thank Lassie, I outgrew that!”
I couldn’t stop myself from laughing, picksurin’ that scenario.
“How’re things goin’ now?” I managed.
“Great! We havva POOL! An I have a speshul floaty lounger. I don’t like swimmin’ that much, just floatin’. However, if Mommy or Daddy or Alex ever need rescuin’ I’d totally jump in an SAVE them. I’m Princess of the Pool, AN o-FISH-ull Lifeguard!”
“What else do you like to do? Any other frens? Fave foodstuffs? Toys?”
“I like most all pooches, ’cept grumpy ones. Other than Carlos, there’s Toby, a dalmatian, Mary Jane, a black lab, an their hoomans Katie an Jesse. Right after we moved here, Toby came up to the door to say hello, so Mommy let him in an we’ve been frens ever since; lemme see, Berry an Penny, an their hoomans Alan an Cheryl; an Brittany an Sean an their dog Charlie (a rescue), an all the Tacons.
“I LOVE Fetch!” Trixie continued. “An chasin’, but NOT catchin’, lizards an squirrels. I havva squeaky duck anna ally-gador stuffy I like keepin’ nearby, for COM-fort. An when I’m in my Crate. I’m Crate Trained, ya know. It’s my Safe Space.”
She indicated a coupla obviously well-loved stuffies reclining on the floor. I discerned the green one was the ally-gador.
“OOO, an I also love watchin’ sports on TV. Mostly the Yankees an the Philly-dell-fee-uh EE-gulls. See my collar?”
It was a spiffy EE-gulls collar, with a liddle pink ID heart attached.
“Crispy Biscuits, Miss Trixie!” I exclaimed. “Do you have favrite foodstuffs?”
“YES! LOTS! Lemme see: CARE-uts, BROCK-lee, STRAWberries, ba-NAN-uhs, stake, sammon, bacon, chiggen, apples, P-nut budder! Which reminds me of the first time I had P-nut budder.
See, I didn’t like when Mommy tried to clip my nails so I wiggled an wiggled. THEN, Mommy had this IDEA. She wound plastic wrap snuggly around her head an forehead, then smeared P-nut budder on the front. THEN, when she picked up my paw to clip my nails, there was this yummy P-nut budder right there in front of me. So while I licked the P-nut budder, she clipped my nails an I didn’t even notice. An we were both happy!”
Headin’ home, I was laughin’ to myself about all sweet Miss Trixie Loo’s advenchurs, an how lucky she an her Furever Famly are that her first family returned her. An thinkin’ about my lovely evening dish of yogurt an feelin’ pretty lucky myself.
Till next time,
