Donut on Dating (2)
Hi Folks. It’s been an interesting week to say the least. I knew I shouldn’t have done it but sometimes the temptation is just too great, especially if you’re in the house on your own all day.So the holiday parents were out at work and the people parents still away gallivanting. The cat was next door being her normal paranoid self. I thought I’d read for a bit but I’m not really into penguins, so decided to have a wander around. It was then I discovered the computer, and more importantly, the Internet.
It took a little while to get my head around it and feeling a little lonely I stumbled upon Mutt’s Love. I didn’t even know these sites existed! Honey looked absolutely gorgeous in her photo. Her profile said she was a Pomapoo (Pomeranian and Poodle Cross – how posh is that!?) I read on, becoming quite excited about this adventurous four year old who likes walking, chasing balls along the beach, barking at postmen and spending time with her people family. She was looking for long-term commitment from a like-minded dog aged between five and eight, who had an adventurous spirit and a real lust for life.
Sounded like a perfect match for me so I pressed the respond button and waited. I didn’t have to wait very long. Honey said she’d love to meet and we arranged it for the following day.
I was a bit off with the holiday parents that night due to pre-date nerves. They thought I was missing the people parents so gave me extra treats – result
That night seemed like an age but it was finally over and date day had arrived. Checking myself in the mirror before I left the house, I knew I looked my best. We were meeting at a deserted area in the local countryside. As I arrived a dog was already there. The only similarity to the dog in the photograph was the eyes so I didn’t take much notice until she hobbled over to me and asked if I was Donut. It turned out that this old lady was Honey. We went for a (slow) walk and she told me all about herself. She fell asleep when it was my turn to tell her about my life and while she was snoring gently, I sneaked off.
Being an optimist I gave it another try. I was more cautious this time and met Ella in a busier area. As we talked I was mesmerised by her false teeth, which carried on chattering long after she’d finished. She asked if we could meet again so I let her down gently.
Seeing I was still a little glum, the holiday parents took me out for a spin that afternoon and I was soon back to my normal happy self. I think I’m going to leave the dating for now and concentrate on my life with the people.