Norbert Waggles

The Adventures of Mr Norbert Waggles - Part 3

Norbert and Beatrice Waggles, Son and Mother

Norbert and Beatrice Waggles, Son and Mother

June 18th - Many a pleasant salutation was had when my Mother, Beatrice Waggles, stopped by for a visit. I love my mother very much and to see her again is a luxury that most pups are not afforded. She was definitely older: Her nose pink and a few gray hairs wriggling out of her soft coat, but she definitely smelled as I remember her. My mother inspired me from birth to take up the law as a profession. She herself, was an activist for immunization awareness. Largely retired, she championed that every dog recieve shots on time, but also in the proper doses. The later has yet to come to fruition as dogs in most states are required standardized doses whether you are a little 5-pound fluff ball, or a towering Mastiff. Work that I plan to further within the canine community.

Beatrice and I spoke of our separation and life up North of our stomping grounds in Tennessee. The people, the dogs, the smells . . . She had been living with a family for a long time before being relocated to Boston to live with city people. I have visited the city a few times with my new people, and found it loud, but a generally amiable and hospitable place. The smells! There are so many. Unfortunately, there are not as many squirrels in the city beyond some green zones. Perhaps a common tree squirrel, but we are in search of the Red-bellied, Eastern Gray, and Fox to add to our visual and olfactible experience. She and I definitely did much bonding over our common interest in collecting squirrels and their study. We find it quite humorous that most people believe the squirrel to be a generally harmless and even 'cute' woodland creature. In our eyes, these nut-hoarders are very uncivilized and illogical. Perhaps the equivalent of rat-kind in the human worldview? Not an easy equivocation to make. Nevertheless, Beatrice has found quite a few different examples of the creatures in her life and shared their traits and quirks with me.

By the end of today, my mother will bid her farewells and be off into Boston with her latest people. I will miss her, but she has promised to write and visit again in a few months. Perhaps by that time, I will have found new squirrel life to share.

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The Adventures of Mr Norbert Waggles - Part 2

Mr Norbert Waggles Esquire came to us on a chilly day in March. This is an entry from his journal regarding his new life with the Perry Family

15 March 2017 - The cold white stuff that appeared yesterday outside the house has remained. The icy layer locks the odors of the world beneath and I find myself digging through it to find familiar earthy scents. Otherwise, the vast white landscape is quite enjoyable: It cools the paws and creates quite the sensation when in need of rear egress. New England is quite odd and this stuff is just another example.

Cont'd - Big news! My temporary people, fosters, sat me down on the big ugly couch today and told me something unexpected: They decided to hire me as their Dog of the House! I must say, it was very surprising but very welcome news. I hugged the lovely person in my first act as her best companion and friend. The experience seemed to thrill her thoroughly. As reward for my new position, my new people dropped my slave name, Jasper, for my birth name, Norbert Waggles Esquire. I'll have to check with the bar, but I may be able to practice Dog Law the the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. Unlike my human equivalents, dogkind usually ignores state lines as they are manmade. Of course, there are exceptions, especially in more liberal areas of the country. The reptile was indifferent to my newfound permanent status, but the cat seemed slightly less aloof toward my presence. Victories all around!

Cont'd - Update: Nothing learned about practicing Dog Law here in my new home, but there are definitely many locals who could use great representation. I'll have to steal some time on the internet while my new people aren't around to find out more.

The Adventures of Mr Norbert Waggles - Part 1

Mr Norbert Waggles Esquire came to us on a chilly day in March. This is an entry from his journal regarding his new life with the Perry Family

11 March 2017 - I am embroiled in a conflict of wills: My people have seen my cheerful demeanor and hearty energy and deemed it unacceptable. Whereas my personality and deep moral convictions took me far in Tennessee, these New England humans find me overbearing and even a poor guest in their home. They called me Jasper and I certainly feel as if their job description for Dog of the House falls within servitude. Am I not a person? Am I not deserving respect and attention? They see me as a mutt and not as an educated and cultured individual. However they came to their decision, I find myself on the move once again. I sit in the rear of their auto back to the shelter from whence I came and then onto fosterhood. Again. I would say I'm bitterly disappointed, but if these people don't have use for an intellect such as mine, then why shed tears? Someday I will find a permanent arrangement.

Cont'd - This is interesting! We returned to the holding facility, but I was ushered right into the back of a waiting auto. The driver, a lovely person, spoke highly of me and seemed to have an unlimited supply of affection. I waited to see where this person was taking me. Perhaps back to my stomping grounds in the South? It was in that moment that I remembered a quote from the immortal Dr. King: "Freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed". In that spirit, I made sure that the lovely person driving knew my presence lest she decide to chain me in another facility someplace or bring me into another narrow-minded family unit. I am in the prime of my life and need to find a place in a home where I'm treated with respect. It would also be nice to have benefits and a retirement plan, but that could be negotiated later.

Cont'd - The lovely person pulled into a driveway after our ride, and gestured widely. This apartment belonged to her and it was where I would be staying until she could find another position in another family. The place was nice: Lots of windows, a little space to run around, warm. The person owned a small cat slave named Scout. She was deaf and not at all welcoming, but like all slaves, she demurred to the will of her master. Cats are foolish creatures who believe that defiance is equivalent to freedom and control, but it is they who are closely controlled and confined into little worlds. It was but a few minutes before a man came to the house. He was dressed in a black uniform and cold from the negative temperatures outside. He saw me and introduced himself with an outstretched hand. My background and experience with people has made me quite nervous and skeptical of newcomers, but I knew right away that he was a kind person and unassuming. It became obvious that he lived in the apartment with the other human woman, the lovely one. For now, this would be my people. How long has yet to be seen.