Dear Calvin,
You may have heard of our good fortune - that Hector and I managed to escape from the Fort Erie Animal Shelter through your ingenious plans. Those smuggled cans of Sloppy Joe mixture and black beans helped us to make the hugest explosion when the guard lit his cigarette - BLAM! It smelled awful in there, but all the 4Legs in there escaped from the prison cells, with the guard screaming and the Wiener 4legs running everywhere. (Editor: read about the escape HERE: JAILBREAK BLAMED ON SLOPPY JOES).
But now Hector and I are wandering the mean streets of this place OldMan calls Fort Erie.
I can’t find him anywhere.
Hector keeps telling me that I maybe I should move on, that maybe I’ll never find OldMan.
Maybe I never will ever see him again. But I have to try. Things just haven’t been the same since he left, since other 2Legs carried him out one day. He smelled sick or something and wasn’t moving.
I have to find him and be with him. Even if I gave him a hard time, he always gave me hugs and kisses and anything he thought I wanted. Probably I shouldn’t have bitten his big butt so much or run away and laughed at him when he called. Maybe I should have brought back the ball at least ONE time.
I hope it’s not too late.
It’s good that Hector can read the strange marks that 2Legs make. He’s much smarter than I am. He tells me jokes all the time (I don’t really understand them).
A little while ago we were creeping through the alleyways down near Jarvis Street, trying to find food and stay safe.
“Arthur!” shouted Hector. “Look! I think we’ll be okay!”
“Why?”
“Because I see a sign that says AIREDALE RESCUE SOCIETY up ahead! That means someone is there to help us!”
We went closer to the place. Of course, I couldn’t read the sign (I failed every class I ever went to and was banned from all Obedience Classes everywhere after that one thing I did). But something seemed both wonderful and terrible about the place at the same time.
Inside the building there were some muffled sounds that didn’t sound right. But…the place SMELLED SO GOOD.
I was confused. Yet I was drawn to the door, almost as if an invisible force was pulling me there.
THAT SMELL…SO GOOD but something wrong with it as well.
I stepped up to the open door, sniffing. So good. Soooo good…but something…wrong…
“Arthur, STOP! There’s another sign inside the building! IT SAYS SAUSAGE FACTORY! Run! It’s not a real Rescue Place!
Strong hands grabbed me and dragged me in as I snarled and bit anything touching me.
