Owner’s Perspective

Plan A was to be the hero. Plan B was to placate with extra belly rubs. Plan C, well, (a rather desperate measure) was to buy a whole new Beagle Ball from The Hungry Puppy (thus saving my cherished slippers from demise).

There I was, racing against the clock before Lola’s dinner time – and we all know how Lola (a beagle of considerable charm and even more considerable appetite) feels about dinner time. In between a handful of frenzied work calls and a half-cooked pasta dish, I just had to get that thing on order.

But in the whirlwind of meetings and deadlines, I got distracted and, (I would say this in a hushed voice if I could), I forgot. I forgot to order the replacement Beagle Ball. You can imagine the sting of Lola’s accusing eyes when I came home empty-handed. She glanced at my worn-out slippers, ears drooping, and retreated to her bed with an almost human sigh of disappointment.

Lola Laments

Today was supposed to be SPECIAL. The moon and stars had aligned (or so I thought), and I had behaved my BEST. I watched as Mom left. ANTICIPATION fizzed in my belly. BEAGLE BALL – those perfect, heavenly spheres from the treasure land of The Hungry Puppy. Imagine my JOY!

I waited. And then I waited some more. Beagles are renowned for their patience, after all. I was READY, my teeth ACHING for the delight of a fresh, new Beagle Ball.

Then, THE MOMENT OF TRUTH. Mom entered. SHE HAD A BAG! But horror upon horrors, no new Beagle Ball emerged. Just…groceries. My tail could not have possibly drooped lower. I sighed, I whined. I GRIEVED.

Redemption

The guilt was unbearable, clobbering my good intentions as I met Lola’s disillusioned little eyes. Lola, ever-present in her silent accusation, was a sad sight to behold. I’d been forgiven many times before (we’re all allowed to forget the occasional walk or treat, right?), but this felt earth-shattering.

Resolve galvanized within me: “Hang in there, Lola!” I implored and instantly dialed The Hungry Puppy. Explaining our crisis, I placed an express-delivery order for a Beagle Ball.

The jolly guys at The Hungry Puppy didn’t even miss a beat. They understood, you see. There was a fellow dog lover at the end of the line, chuckling in empathy, packaging our order with tender urgency.

When that delivery man sauntered up our driveway, his arms cradling the prized replacement Beagle Ball, I could have kissed him. Lola’s ears pricked, her tail started to wag wildly, and her soft yelps of anticipation filled the air.

The moment she saw that shiny new Beagle Ball, her yelps turned to full-blown howls of joy. She jumped high in the air, her beagle bark ringing loud and clear as she chased the ball around with undiluted happiness.

Crisis averted. Beagle Ball replenished. Dog no longer hates me (until we run out of liver treats).

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