Hey, I’m back!
Maya the Malamute here again, with my report on What I Did On My Summer Vacation. It’s a very short report. Ready?
Ahem: It. Was. LAME.
Here’s me, heading out last month in the car of this new hooman Gretchen said was coming to “take me home”…or was it “re-home me”?
Sometime this spring she started taking lots of pretty pictures of me, saying stuff like, “I feel like a Picture Bride agent.”(Whatever that meant.) I even got to pose with wildflowers in the rain!
Then she threw a party for me. EVERYONE got treats. But I gotta say, it did seem like I got more attention than usual.
Next day: new hooman. Walkies. Talkies. Car. I noticed my old hooman Gretchen making funny faces and sounds as we drove away.
What happened next isn’t worth writing about. The new hooman took me on walks but then he had to “go to work,” and there wasn’t anyone else. I may have howled. A lot.
Some time passed. Not really sure how to describe that part. Two demolished stuffies’ worth of time? One very uncertain new hooman? I was definitely getting BORED.
So we got back in his car. We drove and drove. And then I got out of his car and there was Gretchen again. She was happy to see me. I got back into her car. We drove and drove. We stopped at a park for walkies. It was a hot day. Gretchen had a nap. I had a salad.
When we finally got back on the ferry, we both felt like we were right where we were supposed to be.
So now I’m back home with my main hoomans. They still talk about showing my pictures to other people, but like, of course they do! ‘Cause I’m gorgeous.
…although, come to think, if you do have any extra stuffies? I’m feeling a little peckish.
Welcome home, Maya. We will have to go Walkies soon!
Thanks, Maya. I was wondering how it went with your “new hooman”. Welcome home!
Ann and Sunna
Yeah…didn’t want to violate privacy by going into any more detail. Perfectly nice hooman; wrong time of life for him. Thanks you two!
Brooks Lopez Island
“Everything in your life is there as a vehicle for your transformation. Use it!”
Oh, I’m glad to know this is you, Brooks! I’ve been wondering. Thanks for following!
Maybe what you need, Maya, is an extra visity type of hooman who comes by just to play with you. If you lived closer, I’d be that hooman for you… because you ARE gorgeous, and I can see how much fun you are in your eyes.
Besides, I live with a pit bull. Surely your stuffie habit can’t top her need to excise and kill every squeaker in every toy with surgical precision!
May it be a joyous homecoming for all!
Hahaha SJ, nothing like perspective! We do both wish you lived closer.