Finally, I get to tell my side of the story. My name is Bubba. I’m a nice, big, kinda grumpy, interesting fella. What I’ve come to realize is not everyone necessarily appreciates my good traits.
I have several jobs and frequently can be seen with my head stuck out of a car, pickup or SUV window. I do have options on who drives me where I want to go.
My day job is protecting everyone at PAAS when someone comes through the front door. I do a quick pre-screen from my window as they get out of the car and instantly know which bark I’m going to use. No biting – not aggression - - but I’ve got my “bark” down. Kinda like you - - gentle bark. Not sure - - serious bark. Don’t trust you - - deep, scary bark that stops everyone in their tracks.
It’s my night life that is fun. On calm nights, during the week, I stay at the shelter. They make sure I’m tucked in for the night and the alarm is set. If it looks cloudy or the wind is blowing at a good clip, I have options as to where I’ll spend the night.
First option, is an apartment in Vinita. I know the routine and so does my chauffer. She drives and I look out the window from the back seat. My only complaint is she’s not ready to go back to the shelter when I tell her I am. Seriously, you’d think she’d get the message. Just look at the pictures below.
My other option is kinda like a country club for dogs. It’s called Country Pets Bed and Breakfast. You have to make reservations, it’s a classy place. I get really excited when we head down the road.
All in all - - - I’ think I’m kinda lucky. Here’s two pictures of me waiting for my maid/chauffer to hurry up and take me to the shelter.