It is now howling human season in our town. It happens every Wednesday and Sunday when
it’s warm outside and the sun likes to stay awake longer.
Last Wednesday, a human called Mary Wilson was the
featured howler. Many human years ago,
when our humans were puppies, she used to howl with a famous group of females called
the Supremes. I don’t really get the
human howling thing. They sound pretty
strange, but this one obviously has special powers, like the humans who blow a
little pipe to make snakes come out of baskets and wriggle around. I have a pretty good memory for faces, but this
howling human attracted a lot I hadn’t seen before. Instead of sitting quietly and listening
while they drank falling over juice, many were standing up and wriggling like
snakes. It was pretty funny to watch.
A lot of the human listeners, like ours, bring their
security detail with them. Since there was
a larger number than usual, we got to meet a few new friends. One, whose company I particularly enjoyed,
was a charming elderly lady called CeCe.
She’s a lion chaser like our friend, Truman’s father.
It’s important to learn from our elders, and like
my dearly departed older brother, Bowmore, CeCe had lots of stories to tell and
nuggets of wisdom to impart. She hung
out with us for a long time, and even Tobermory stopped his constant moving and
sat down to listen. She’s retired from
her security duties now, but the humans that she has been taking care of her
whole life are now repaying her by taking really good care of her and making
sure she enjoys her retirement. She gets
lots of cuddles from the human puppies in her kennel, and since her back legs
don’t work as well as they used to, her Daddy helps her out so she can still
get out with her family and keep enjoying life.
Talisker
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