I am late. I missed NOMS (Not of My Species) Day. I couldn’t think of anyone or anything that was not my species. I have never gotten close to a cat or a squirrel. I try but they are fast. I can’t say anything nice about mosquitoes. I don’t think Great Danes are my species. But I don’t know any, except to bite them on the leg once or twice.
Then I thought of Arrow. Right under my nose. He looks like a doggie. But he doesn’t act like one. He won’t jump on the couch for pets when humans call him. He only jumps on laps with a bone or a chew in his mouth.
He’s hard to scare and boss around. Even when I make a real mean face. He eats strange things like big chunks of hair from the wire brush! And outside he’ll drop a chicken bone for a treat when my mom says Drop It! (She wouldn’t even try that with me.)
He likes to jump in the fountains in the park. If he gets loose, he won’t come back till you catch him.
What is he? I decided he is an alien from Outer Space disguised as a doggie. That’s why he’s so confused about being a real dog. He’s like from Third Rock from the Sun. Here to infiltrate the doggies—and do what???? Take us back to his Planet of the Strange Doggies??? Good thing my mom had his things cut off. What if he mated with an Earth doggie?? Too scary to think about!!!