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TITLE: How to Get a Man | Previous Challenge Entry
By Francy Judge
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She clicked again, and paper inched its way through the box. At the same time, the bells jingled at the door. Judy grumbled. “Why now, ten minutes to closing?” She took off her glasses and shook her hair like I do on a wet day. “Hmmm…maybe, just maybe.”
As she went to greet the customer, the paper shot out and floated to the top of my cage. I twisted my head to read… “How to Get Your Man.” Was I dreaming? This was the answer to my prayers. Of course, I would usually say master, but man/master, same thing.
* Look relaxed in casual clothes
* Be yourself
* Play hard to get
* Treat him to his favorite foods
* Smile, be approachable
Hmmm. Could I do this? I wanted a best friend and a home more than anything…we could walk together, play catch, eat chicken, and hunt for squirrels. I couldn’t wait. I love Google!
The first thing I did was hide the treats Judy gave me every afternoon. I pushed pig ears and meat filled biscuits, my favorite, under my pillow. And who could resist pig ears? I couldn’t; I gave in to temptation, but only once and chewed the corner off a pig ear.
When Judy let me out for exercise hour, I dashed to the clothing aisle. So many colors and styles, but I chose the white raincoat with black polka dots. It reminded me of a Dalmatian who lived next to me years ago. He got a man in a week. I pulled it off the hook and dragged it back to my cage.
Why was Judy laughing?
“Rudy, you’re not a ten pound puppy anymore. You’re a full grown, hundred-ten pound Rottweiler. I don’t think that will fit you.”
I whimpered until she agreed to find a way to get it on me. It made a nice hat. I kept it on all day until a family came in and laughed at me. They left with a fish.
The next day, a lady in tennis shoes—I always look at feet first—approached my cage with a pint-size girl in pigtails and matching tennis shoes. Thought I’d try sharing my food, so I held the pig’s ear with my mouth and offered it through the bars.
“Ewww!” the girl shrieked. “What’s that? I don’t like big drooling dogs.” They left with a teddy bear hamster.
Every time the door jingled, I got ready, smiling…I even escaped once and played hard to catch. Judy was funny; she screamed and ran around, but couldn’t catch me. No one else tried—they ran out the door. I was sorry for knocking over the fishbowl and cat food can display, and scaring the parrot.
Google was wrong; nothing worked. I could swing from a trapeze and people would still choose the toy Yorkie. No one wanted an adult Rottweiler. I curled up on my pillow to sleep, but rays of sunlight splashed my face and kept me awake. I squinted and noticed the rainbow stripe cast across the floor. The chimes jingled at the door, but this time I didn’t bother getting up or smiling. There was nothing else to try. I just wasn’t good enough.
“Come with me,” Judy said. “I have the perfect dog for you.”
I glanced over at the new Pomeranian strutting around in circles.
“You’re right. She’s perfect,” said a burly man, smiling with creases in his face and large brown eyes, wearing brown work boots splattered with dots of paint. He looked familiar.
Judy opened my cage. Me? I didn’t do any of the Google ways this time. The man patted my head and understood my question.
“You’re free now. I paid the price, and you can come with me if you’ll let me be your master and best friend.”
I smiled my best and licked his cheek. I was going home!
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Nicely done.
God bless~