Okay. Let me just say this from the start; I am completely and totally in charge here. I don’t know what they did before they brought me to this place but it is very clear that I am needed. They call me Hedda. They say it’s my “name,” whatever that is. When they shout out my name I think they expect me to show up next to them or something. Well, uh, I say don’t hold your breath. I might or I might not – depends on what they’re offering. Sometimes they even call “Hedda May” at me. Now what’s that suppose to mean? Just because they give me two “names” they think I might move faster? I don’t think so.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. I’m not from around here and I am most certainly different from the beings I live with. They’re always saying “good dog,” “bad dog,” or “dirty dog.” I guess they think I’m a “dog.” Okay, if that makes them happy. I’ve heard them say that I’m a rescue dog. Well yea, that’s obvious since I’m here to rescue them from their previous dull, boring and lonely lives. I must be exactly what they needed since they sent for me from far away – a place called Mississippi
– and they live in New York
. I don’t remember a lot about where I came from but I know that there wasn’t always enough food and there were other “dogs” who called themselves “Alpha.” I’ll tell you they weren’t too pleasant, always bossing the rest of us around. I was pretty young, less than one year old, so I didn’t want to make any trouble. I just tried to be friendly to all. (Since then I’ve learned that not every dog want me to lick their mouths immediately upon meeting. That doesn’t stop me though. Where I come from that means FRIENDLY in capital letters.)
All in all I like it here and I’m happy to be of service and help these beings. At this point I don’t think they could live without me, so I’m here to stay. Next time, I’ll tell you more about how I met my beings and how I’m working to improve things around here.
Till then, yours truly, Hedda
