Miss Daisy, Roving Reporter.
I Know Dogs

I’ve been rejected and I’m hurt. (Above average dogs have feelings too.) Not by a human but another dog. I thought I knew dogs.

I met this neat dog on the Internet, a sled dog named Mush. We kept in touch for several months and exchanged information with each other. He likes to wrestle and nip, listens to rock & roll, and has an engaging muzzle with a nose to die for.

Mush has beautiful legs and a hind end that he says is his calling card. Ladies can’t resist him and chase close behind for approval. He is a Malamute and is very athletic with his sled dog racing in the annual Iditarod.

(Iditarod is an annual sled dog race in Alaska, where mushers and teams of dogs cover about 1,151 miles in ten to seventeen days.

Frequently teams race through blizzards causing whiteout conditions, and sub-zero weather and gale-force winds which can cause the wind chill to reach -100 °F The fastest winning time record was set in 2002 with a time of 8 days, 22 hours. The race is the most popular sporting event in Alaska, and the top mushers and their teams of dogs are local celebrities.)

I know what cold is because my hometown of Embarrass, MN gets below 50 degrees. This year 2008 was 58 below air temperature.

I love cold dogs with hot hearts.

We haven’t kept in touch because of the frozen pipes bursting in the Dog Biscuit Gazette office that ruined half the house. (You’ve’ heard of a half way house haven’t you? Same thing only slightly different.) Mush got lonely and disappointed so sent me this email:

“I have found someone else. I have missed you terribly but reasoned since I haven’t heard from you that you no longer wanted to sniff and roll. A beautiful little Sheltie has been in touch with me and we are a couple for the moment. Because I know you are a MENSA dog and very intelligent, you would be able to cope with this. See you around.”

I know he has several families elsewhere but I still love him. I must use my intellect to overcome this emotional loss.

The other day Robert was watching Oprah and she had one of those psychologists offering advice for dumped people and I thought since we all have emotions, I should listen. I think his name was Dr. Bill.

He said, “Life is understood looking backwards but must be lived forwards.”

I thought that’s painful but so true.

There must be hundreds if not thousands of dogs out there waiting for me and I have Robert to help me. (I’m a little worried with this assumption because he still has no clue where he parked the car at the Mall of America.)

Anyway, I am going to contact that Great Dane that has been trying to get my attention and start over. This guy is a big one but has a warm heart too.

Nevertheless, I’m looking forward to the office becoming unfrozen and whole again, looking forward to a peanut butter treat, and forward to a good belly rub.

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