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By Cindy Thomas
It began as an ordinary day. Had Margaret known, she'd certainly never have allowed Bruno out of her sight. Alas, one cannot foresee the future, though I am sure today Margaret and Bruno wished they could have.
It began as an ordinary day. Had Margaret known, she'd certainly never have allowed Bruno out of her sight. Alas, one cannot foresee the future, though I am sure today Margaret and Bruno wished they could have.
Bruno had to go outside, so he went to the front door and scratched on it, his way of letting Margaret know he wanted to go out. Margaret, of course, let him out and went back to her reading. She was soon fast asleep. Bruno was having a blast, running here and there, while Margaret was in snooze land.
The next thing Margaret knew, she was woke up by a loud sound. She hopped up and looked out the window. She was horrified! Bruno was barking at some people who were after him! She quickly ran to the front door, opened it, and called for him. Bruno came running, and the people, seeing Margaret, left.
After Bruno came in, Margaret fed him, and tried to calm her nerves. Then she got on the phone, and began calling a couple of her neighbors. To her horror, her friends told her they had seen these same people a couple of days earlier, trying to lure dogs away to claim for themselves.
"Well, we'll just see about that", Margaret told her friends. When asked what she meant to do, Margaret replied, "I dunno yet, but I'll think of something."
With that, Margaret began racking her mind, trying to come up with what she could do to save Bruno from being snatched. She knew he had to go out sometime, and the idea of a leash on him just to do his business was an awful thought.
Then the idea hit Margaret as she was watching TV later than evening. A commercial came on for hair coloring, and the light went on in Margaret's head. She knew what she had to do, and the next morning she and Bruno would go to town.
Bruno was proud, too proud. He fought and resisted. But in the end, Bruno lost. Bruno was now in disguise, and Margaret felt he was safe.
Poor Bruno.....he had to go out, but he was too embarrassed to leave the house. How could Margaret do this to him, he wondered. He vowed to himself that were he a human, he would NEVER do this to Margaret! Still, he was ashamed to be seen by the other dogs in the neighborhood, yet he had no choice. Nature only waits so long, after all.
So out the door Bruno went, when Margaret opened it for him. He made his rounds, trying to be as hidden as possible from the other doggies. After a few moments, Bruno realized it was too quiet. Where were all the neighborhood dogs?
Then he saw the van driving up the road toward him. Bruno saw humans looking at him, and then pointing at him. He was SO embarrassed, but what could he do? He was stuck this way. Then the van stopped, and a door opened. Bruno suddenly realized these were the same humans that were trying to get the doggies a few days earlier!
Then the barking started as the door opened, and Bruno knew why it was so quiet. The humans had all the doggies! What could Bruno do now? He thought and thought.....
The man that had opened the door was suddenly attacked! He did not have a chance. And the doggies inside the van all got out and ran home.
Later, when the police took down the statements of the humans in the van, the man who had opened the door offered a very strange statement. All he could remember was a big wild shock of fluffy pink hurling at him.
The officers looked at each other and grinned, having no idea what the man was talking about, but thinking he was rather nuts. The driver of the van had been knocked out by the escaping doggies, so he was no help to the man, to back up his story. And Margaret and Bruno certainly were not telling!
Since the dogs could not talk, they could not back up the man's story, and no one else had seen anything. The man was eventually committed, having went on for months and months after the incident about the pink fluff that had attacked him.
Life for Bruno returned to normal as soon as the dogs had gotten free that day. Margaret had stopped her sewing long enough to go let Bruno back in, and had seen everything....the van, the man with the door opened, all of the doggies escaping and the driver knocked out.......and she had seen a wild big pink fluffy attack poodle sailing through the air going after the humans who had taken his friends. Margaret had ran out the door and scooped up Bruno in her arms and, after she saw all the dogs were out of the van and safely running to their homes, ran into the house with Bruno and locked the doors.
It was then that she took Bruno, her beloved pink poodle, into the bathroom and gave him a very quick shampoo and bath and removed the pink dye from his fuzzy body. He immediately became a lovely white poodle again, much to Bruno's relief. Margaret quickly used a blow dryer on him and Bruno was back to normal.
Needless to say, when the police came and the man spoke of the wild pink fluff that had attacked him, everyone thought him nuts, as Bruno was back to his normal color. And if Bruno could talk, he wasn't about to embarrass himself any further by letting anyone know he was ever a pink poodle, dyed pink by Margaret to hopefully disguise him, and protect him from being snatched by the very folks he attacked!
Copyright 2001 by Cindy Thomas
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