A True Tale Of A Tail For Sale, By Jean
There once was a puppy named Jonah who was 16 weeks old. His brothers and sisters had already traveled to their homes but Jonah was still in his original home with his doggie mum and four other big dogs. Jonah spent mornings chasing the dogs in a field and afternoons sleeping under the computer while his big mum sat in a chair. Life was pretty good.
His big mum however wondered why nobody had chosen Jonah. Nobody, in his sixteen weeks of life had even asked about the little brown puppy with the rosy nose. One morning a nice lady, Marjorie called and was so excited that Jonah was still available. She was going to talk to her husband and make a deposit on Jonah. We talked at length and I told her that it seemed to me she would be the perfect mum for Jonah. That evening when Marjorie was supposed to call the telephone was silent.
The next afternoon Steven called. He lived in Texas and had just seen Jonah on our website. He thought Jonah was the sweetest puppy. He would just chat to his wife about him and call me back. Marjorie called that evening and asked more questions about Jonah. They were good questions and we had another nice talk. I mentioned to her that Steven was also interested in Jonah. Marjorie said she would get back to me quickly. I smiled as I went to sleep. Nobody had been interested in Jonah and now two nice families were looking at him.
At nine o’clock the next morning Allison telephoned from Lethbridge. She had seen Jonah on our website. He was not the colour they wanted but perhaps he would work for their family. Allison had two children, a fenced yard and had done a lot of Labradoodle research. At the end of the conversation Allison decided that Jonah was the dog for her. She said she would make a bank deposit that day and could I arrange a flight for Jonah.
Of course, not twenty minutes later Marjorie called to tell me she did in fact want Jonah. I had to explain that I had promised him to Allison only twenty minutes earlier and that Allison had the day to make the bank deposit. Marjorie was so upset. She was so upset that she yelled at me. Steven phoned at seven o’clock in the evening. He wanted Jonah too.
“Gee Jonah, you are Mr. Popular today.”
Jonah kept chewing on his bone at my feet, obviously unconcerned.
By noon the next day there was still no bank deposit from Allison.
By the following morning there was still no bank deposit from Allison.
I telephoned and she said her husband just didn’t want a dog with a rose nose and she was sorry she didn’t let me know.
I telephoned Marjorie. Marjorie was excited but had to talk once more with her husband who was out of town. I explained to her that there was a gentleman interested and I couldn’t hold Jonah for her. However, Steven could have bought a Texas Pomeranian by now.
I telephoned Steven. He told me he would have the deposit in my bank by online banking within the hour.
Marjorie was not pleased.
An hour later Allison called. She was on her way to the bank. They really did want Jonah after all. I explained he was going to Texas. Allison cried.
I have received several photos of Jonah in his cowboy hat. He has a summer house in the Florida Keys and life is good for him.