It Happened Again

Last weekend, I booked Trey Burley from DeKalb County's no-kill Animal Shelter for two segments of my Saturday morning newscasts. In his first apperance, he was to talk about the need for foster parents for nine dogs and 21 cats evacuated from Louisiana shelters before Hurricane Gustav. The dogs all had heartworms and the cats had upper respiratory infections. They couldn't be adopted out permanently until they completed thir medical treatments.

In his second appearance, 25 minutes later, he was introducing an adorable, lively cocker spaniel named Rupert to the audience. Rupert was very friendly and had a lot of energy and there was no way he could be in studio during the first presentation.

So I got Rupert and his leash and brought him to the control room to hang out with me. He jumped up on me, licked my face enthusiastically and was determined to check out every nook and cranny of the control room in that three minute period. Once or twice, he almost got away from me until I uttered this admonition: "Rachel!"
And then more quietly, "I mean, Rupert!" Force of habit, I guess.