About six or seven months after we got Magic we went on a family trip to Disneyland, obviously the dogs did not come. My Grandparents, Noodle and Grampman, took care of them while we were gone and in that week Magic nearly doubled his weight.
I hope you leave here laughing.
In the interest of clarity I feel that I have to give this story a quick introduction: In 1999 I was in between the third and fourth grades and about to start a new school. On August 3rd my sister and I pulled off a miracle, that we’ve been unable to quite duplicate, and convinced our mother to take us to the Animal Shelter to “just look”. We ended up taking home a small black corgi mix named Magic. The vet guessed his age to be between one and two years old. He with us for 15 years until old age got the better of him. In that time I discovered that I enjoyed writing from his point of view, because he did some freaking weird things (which made me love him all the more) that could only be understood though a dog’s eyes. So that’s what I plan on doing every Monday. I told you I’d give you a heads up if (when) I post something that’s not true. All the things in this story happened but I can’t say for sure that I’m accurately portraying Magic’s feelings about them. My animal communication skills just aren’t what they used to be. Anyway I hope you enjoy Magic’s antics as much as we did and that you leave here laughing.
This is Magic at 15(ish).