Fifi

Dear Diary, today I met Fifi, my Jack Russel Terrier friend from Canada! We had a lot to talk about, we had not seen each other for years because I moved away. I told her about Texas, and she told me news about the neighborhood in Nova Scotia. Who had puppies with who, new dogs on the block, cat fights and dangerous people, especially one she called “Kicker.”

Fifi has become friends with Loba in Doggy Heaven, they both are adventurous and have free spirits. In her Earth life, Fifi used to run away for the whole day. She would ask me to go with her, but I would never leave the yard. I could smell danger everywhere, racoons, deer, porcupines, foxes, even coyotes! You name it, it all passed through our garden. I do not know how Fifi survived in the forest. “I run fast,” she says, “and most wild animals are asleep during the day. A few times I had to fight, but I was never seriously hurt.” Fifi lived to be an old lady, I think she was lucky.

Fifi is nice to me when she is around, which is not often because she and Loba are usually far away hunting. Uncle Zorro says that Jack Russel Terriers and Huskies are the worst sort for roaming. He is glad I am here in Doggy Heaven now to keep him company because he is tired of Loba’s gallivanting. When he is in a good mood, he calls me hijo. It means son in Spanish. I do not know what gallivanting means; it possibly has something to do with cockerel chasing.

All this talking made us very hungry and we had delicious mackerel for dinner in Heaven and so did Mom and Dad on Earth. Bon Appetit! Bon provecho, said Zorro, (it is Spanish for good eating).

Oh boy, this is life! (Or should I say death?).