Life had just seemed to pass me by until that day when I bought a different paper than the norm. It fell open at the ads page, and my eyes were drawn to one in particular.
I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand on end, my heart began to beat a little faster, and I felt hope in my heart for the first time in a decade.
I rang the number and spoke to a woman who sounded like she either had a cold or some offensive odour was invading her nose. I tried to sound cool and confident as I gave my details and reasons for applying for the post.
An interview was arranged for the following week and over those seven days, I spent a lot of time in the library looking up the proprietor and the area concerned.
It was my dream come true. If only I could pull it off…………
I arrived ahead of my scheduled appointment and tried not to be intimidated by my surroundings. Neatly dressed, but not overly so, I was shown through the lobby into a large dining room which was being used as a waiting area. I was not the only applicant and four others were waiting. They were all better dressed and educated than I as they talked amongst themselves, but not one of them spoke to me.
Screams reached my ears and I turned to see someone racing down the hall in hot pursuit of something I had not seen. The others were unnerved and looked anxiously at each other and when a white ball went shooting past my feet and disappeared under the table, they backed away.
I stood and the thing launched itself at me. I caught it with ease and stroking it gently, spoke soothingly to it. Its rapid heartbeat began to slow, and a very out of breath woman entered the room. She looked around and saw the object in my arms, which was now almost asleep.
She smiled and led me into another room where my official interview took place.
It consisted of two words:
‘You’re hired.’
I’ve always had a way with dogs.
Written for Fandango’s Story Starter.
This week’s Story Starter teaser is:
Puppy love!
Always Fandango. You know me. Hope you are OK today.
I miss our kitty terribly. It’s so weird not having him around, underfoot, purring, and demanding attention.
I know, and I am so sorry. The absence of those familiar noises takes some getting used to.
Love it, Di. Clever…
Thanks Steve.
What a lovely story!
Thanks Pam.
Wonderful. I’d like more details. 😉
Thanks Lauren
Just right up your alley.
I’d love it. I enjoyed working at the kennels with the pups, but couldn’t get on with the breeder herself. If she’d just left me to do things in an orderly manner, it wouldn’t have been so bad, but her methods were chaotic, and IMO lazy, as with a bit of thought, if she cleaned the kennels after the dogs had been put away for the night, they wouldn’t have had dirty runs in the morning. Ho hum.
Some people don’t know how to run an efficient business
Oh she was raking in the money OK, but the conditions her dogs were kept in were not the best. They were just commodities and cash makers. No fussing or playtime allowed, just clean the runs then fill the food and water bowls. She had champions in the heritage line, and charged up to £4000 per pup because of it. Made me see her as a breeder in a very bad light indeed, especially compared to the GD breeder in Bath I’d got Kizzy from as a rescue. Those dogs lived in The Ritz and it wasn’t for show as I turned up out of the blue.
Oh I see!
Fact or fiction? I think a little of both!
Mostly fiction, but dogs do love me and the owners know it!
Nowadays getting a job consists of three or four interviews…I don’t know what happened to walking in, asking for a job, and starting the following day.
Those days are long gone aren’t they. Last time I was looking was after redundancy in 2001 and the excuses not to hire me were too qualified, not qualified, too old, couldn’t understand why I was looking at part time (actually I was looking at anything to get me back into work) or prepared to accept a wage less than what I was on, or I didn’t have a degree etc etc etc.
Aw! ❤ Yes, I'd say (and I know it was fiction, but it had elements of real life in it I bet, which every good story does) that you're a dog whisperer. Lucky little pup and lucky "interview"… Great job!
Thanks Melanie.
that was a great story! You definitely have a gift for story telling 🙂
Thanks Doug. I also have a way with dogs, so it was a little bit of me in there too.