Hey, It’s Jet Here.
Houdini has nothing on my neighbor, Simba. For the last four years or so, he’s met everyone on the block, like a door-to-door salesman. One of the first times, Mom received an emergency call from Laurie, saying she saw Koko running down the street. Mom raced home in record speed to find Koko wagging at the door. She realized that Simba was the escapee; she and Laurie finally caught up to him and tried to return him. They left a note and Laurie kept him in her backyard for the afternoon.
Simba appears as a swoosh of golden fluff in the corner of Mom’s eye when she’s working in the office, hanging out by our garage door, trotting down his street (unfortunately – very dangerous), or doggie paddling in the canal. By now, he knows us; we’ve bathed him, kept him for afternoons, had dinner dates etc. Many of our other neighbors have taken their turns with him, too.
On Saturday, Mom and my human sister, Rachel, had a lunch date with my Nana and Poppi in some place called Ft. Lauderdale. Mom made sure You Know Who (renaming in progress) and I emptied our tanks with a quick visit in the backyard. Mom heard Rachel calling her and responded she did not need help.
When we returned, there wagged Simba, in MY house like he owned the place! He’s so doggone happy all the time, you can never get mad at the guy. After introductions to You Know Who (renaming in progress), Mom and Rachel put Simba in the car and took him home. Rachel tried ringing the bell for five minutes. Since they had a long drive ahead, Mom wrote a note and they took Simba back to our house and decided to open Doggie Daycare.
Another great and playful day.