Mystery Solved, Sort Of

So as you know yesterday my MOM took me to work with her instead of taking me to Doggie Day Care.  She said someone wanted to talk to me.  No matter how hard I begged she would not tell me who.  I started to get worried.  There has been a missing cat in the neighborhood.  But I swear I know nothing about that, really I don’t.

As the day went on I got more anxious.  Then MOM took me outside, for a little “romp” she said.  With my uneasy state it felt like a “last” walk. 

This is me standing on a hill on the back of the 10 acres of the church.  I’m trin’ to see if I can make a break for it and pleading with MOM to tell me what is about to happen.

Then we went back into the church and I waited and waited.

I find some comfort that my friends said they would have my back.  Bert said he would provide me with an alibi and Nellie from Cat from Hell said she would vouch for me and my character. 

Then a man came in with a camera bigger than Bert’s Vickie’s and started taking my picture.  He took pictures from the side and front, sitting, standing and laying down.  What is all this for?  Will these be mug shots or a part of a photo lineup?  Should MOM hire a lawyer?  Am I about to be sent to the doghouse?  Then he left and said someone would be coming to question me!

It was more than I could take.  Moments later a lady in a trench coat came in with a pen and pad in hand.  MOM shook her hand and offered her a seat.  This is it; it’s the doghouse for me.

She asked all kinds of questions from the time my MOM rescued me (although MOM told her it was the other way around).  Good, good MOM tell her about my sweet side, to present day.  After about an hour of answering questions the lady patted my head and said that is all she needed and she would contact some of the people MOM mentioned.  And then MOM took this picture of me with the lady in the trench coat.

You can tell I am all wore out from the “interrogation”. 

Then MOM smiled and gave me a hug.  At first I thought it was a hug good-bye.  But as it turns out the man with the camera and the lady in the trench coat were from the newspaper and they were doing a story about me.  It wasn’t a hug good-bye it was a hug of “I’m so proud of my boy”.

Whew!!! I was so tired I could not even sit up for the car ride home.

Then I collapsed and gave thanks to God that I was not going to the doghouse.

So the newspaper article is about how we are trying to raise money to build a pet area at our local homeless shelter.  If you go to the top of my blog you can click on a link to make a donation.  Your donation will help families stay together and be cared for while their humans are getting back on their feet. All donations are welcomed and appreciated.

Blessings,

Goose