My master has always admired and continues to support community organizations such as the Rotary and Lions Clubs, as they serve an important function for local concerns. However, I wonder if my fellow domesticated buddies feel the same enthusiasm as people do.
Case in point: the recent announcement on page A7 of the Sept. 18 issue of the The Malibu Times. To wit: the upcoming 38th Annual Flea Market in our quaint town with, of all things, a photo of a young, rather concerned, beautiful puppy contemplating this event. Who came up with this theme? As I focus my snout and read this ad, I bet I feel the same way as that doggie presumably does, especially is he’s a guide dog in training.
I can imagine the thoughts running through the frazzled neural networks of this innocent fella, “What luck … all I need at this time of the year is to know that next week, the patrons of this lovely oasis will be selling — at major discounted rates — swarms of fleas! So now, with the coyotes organized in gangs, in full bloom, lurking in the brush for an opportunity to bite my butt off [literally], I am faced with what I consider to be the perennial pest of my species: these dinky skin-gnawing insects. I can envision a coordinated attack by these four-legged and six-legged creatures. If I don’t take immediate action, I’ll get bitten 24/7, from all sides, at all angles, while I scratch and sprint simultaneously, ad nauseam. I think it’s off to the pleasant, sanitized confines of the International Space Station for me. But first, I gotta change my name to some Russian sounding Professor of Canine Biotechnology.”
Shlomo Hercules, as dictated to my dear human compadre, David Pepper