On Saturday morning, just around 10:00am I got a very pleasant surprise. An animal control officer leashed me up and led me down a long corridor past rows and rows of cells holding all manner of others in my situation. They all seemed to cheer and offer support as I past them. We entered a big room where I met Nancy, the kind lady who drove from San Jose to post my bail and extricate me from that horrid shelter. She put me in a wire crate in the back of her big van and off we went, driving for what seemed like an eternity. Along the way, we stopped in Fairfield where Nancy checked out another like myself in a similar situation there. When the van finally stopped and the door opened I found myself looking out on a very modest house with a huge yard, 4 other guys and girls who looked a lot like me and 4 really BIG furry four-legged creatures roaming around eating grass. As soon as Nancy got a lead to replace the one I had chewed up in my crate out of nervousness, she took me into the big yard where I met each of the 4 other guys and girls, one by one, as well as a very loving man named Robert. They were all so interested in me and very nice as well. They showed me where the water was and how to get in and out of the house on my own. From the deck I had a beautiful view of the pasture with the BIG furry four-legged creatures which I later found to be horses. Beyond the horse pasture was a tree-lined creek and there was hardly a nearby house in sight; I was pleased. Inside the house I found a nice couch and wasted no time checking it out. There were dog beds everywhere and lots of crates and lots of toys as well. Shortly after I settled in, I overheard Nancy say I was pretty dirty and smelly, Well of course I thought, it's kind of hard to stay clean and fresh when you are out wandering to a secret place only I know (and still haven't told anyone). Next thing I know, I'm having a tick pulled off me (I was just giving it a ride...). Then I find myself in the shower getting soaped up and massaged with a zoom groom; it felt pretty nice actually. I was pretty dirty as evidenced by the brown water in the bottom of the shower and a few more ticks decided to abandon me as well, not that I minded. After being dried off, I had my faced cleaned with a nice warm wash cloth and then I was free to explore my new digs, which I wasted no time doing, including exploring all the countertops, for which I was summarily reprimanded. A fire was soon roaring in the wood stove and I settled in on a dog bed in front of it, basking in its warmth for my skinny, ribby body and assessing my new found good fortune. The only thing I haven't figured out is why Nancy and Robert keep calling me "Stockton"? Don't they know my real name? Sometimes I find humans are not the sharpest knives in the drawer....
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