001Hi boys and girls. I hope you have been enjoying reading um Dogtown. It's Miss Dixon here from Richacres and today we will be reading chapters 46 through 50. I hope you have your trusty bookmark. Chapter 46, A Yorkie Named Marlene. It was a wild week. First there was the Quinn fiasco. Then a Yorkie named Marlene arrived in Dogtown. Marlene had the worst case of boohoos I'd ever seen. It's tough to get used to a shelter when you've been as pampered as she had been. Marlene has slept on a silk pillow and she was wheeled around in a baby carriage. She had dozens of coordinating jackets, hats and booties, pajamas that matched her humans and a costume for every holiday. She even had a Christmas stocking embroidered with her name on it. Not only that, her
002human carried diaper wipes and toilet paper in her pocket. You know why, right? But Marlene's human had gone to the great dog show in the sky. And none of Marlene's relatives wanted to wheel Marlene around in a baby carriage and wipe her tail end with toilet paper. So, she came to us. Poor Marlene didn't understand that her human wasn't coming back. She kept telling us how sad her human must be without her. Then, Bill the Beagle told Marlene about the telephone pole signs. After that, all Marleene could talk about was the sign she imagined was out there. Missing adorable Yorkie named Marlene last seen wearing a leopard print beret. $1 million reward for her return. According to Marlene, every phone pole in the entire world had a poster with her picture on it. There was
003simply no convincing her otherwise. Chapter 47. The Boohoos don't last. Even without her beretss, Marlene was adorable. In less than a week, another lady with an empty baby carriage came through Dog Town, and Marlene had a home. Dogs are resilient. We get over stuff. There's always another bone to find, another ball to chase, another human willing to buy you a leopard print coat with matching booties. The Boohoos don't last. Chapter 48. my dinner with Mouse. With all of this going on, I hadn't had time for a leisurely dinner with Mouse in nearly a week. I'd been dropping off his kibble and hurrying back to deal with one calamity after another. Finally, things calmed down enough for us to meet for dinner. Metalhead generally stayed on the opposite side of his pen, absorbed in his manual.
004He had a pencil in his mouth, and sometimes he took notes. But that night, his nose was pressed through the chain link, watching as I arranged the coffee cup lid we used as a table. I need your assistance, Metalhead announced as Mouse came out of his not whole house. I was looking forward to telling Mouse about my day and hearing all about his. But I knew Metalhead wouldn't leave us alone until we let him say his peace. So I nodded that he should continue. Could you please procure a leash for me, Chance? The small size they use for toy dogs like Marlene. The little guy, he pointed with his nose at Mouse. Will carry the leash handle and place it over the latch there. Then I will grasp both ends of the leash with my
005teeth, pull down, and the latch will open. What he was asking for was easy enough to do. The leashes were hung on pegs behind the front desk. After closing, I could grab one. Mouse's part was also relatively simple. Mouse wouldn't have any trouble climbing the chain link with the leash handle in his mouth. Even so, I wasn't about to go along. What about Quinn? I asked. He's suspended. Meadowhead said, "Yeah, but he'll be back." If he does return, then one of you leash. If he does return, then one of you flesh and bloods can read to him. "You know that's impossible," I said. Meet Head's tail wed the floor in a hard, impatient way. "Forgive me, but I have important business to attend to. I'm not about to help you leave. Quinn needs you, I
006said. Metalhead's face was blank, so I couldn't tell what he thought about that. After that, he went back to reading his manual and left Mouse and me to enjoy our dinner in peace. Chapter 49, the list. The next day, we had a new crisis. It started when I overheard front desk calling a St. Bernard Rescue to see if they could take a seven-year-old St. Bernard. Only one reason front desks would do that. Geraldine's name was at the top of the list. Of course, we had protocol for that sort of thing. First, the big bark, then the group howl. We hoped our voices would make a difference. At least buy the big dog a few days. But management wasn't swayed by the big bark or the group howl. would use them too often. That's not to
007say that management wasn't fond of Geraldine. They spotlighted her on the website, moved her to a pin in the front, and talked to a foster home network about her. When none of this worked, management began calling her dog loving friends. Like I said, all of us Dog Towners love Gerald Dean. She had a way of giving you a nuzzle just when you needed it most. I was beside myself wondering what to do. First, I hopped down to the basement to get Mouse. I wanted him to confirm that Geraldine was number one on the list. It looked to me like she was, but we had to know for sure. Chapter 50. Robots don't get ideas. When I hoppity hopped by Metalhead's pen, he had his nose in his manual again. He hadn't showed any interest in
008Gerald Dean. So I s I was surprised when he asked about her. I understand Gerald Dean is experiencing some difficulties. Yep. I said I have a solution for this predicament. That should have been a clue right there. Robot dogs don't get ideas of their own. They're programmed to do what humans want. But yesterday, Metalhead had proposed his own escape plan. And now he was claiming to have a way to help Geraldine. I didn't believe it and I wasn't going to take the time to listen. I kept hopping. Didn't even slow down. Metalhead barked loudly. I ignored him. All I could think about was Gerald Dean. Boys and girls, I wonder what's going to happen next. See you next time.