Goochii’s Creation for for bffs
(As translated from German Canine Speak)
Two of my favorite days were the day I was rescued from the shelter, and the day I made the difference for all my furry friends and their best friends forever..
For years, I had been living in a puppy mill. I was the choice mommy for countless puppies to whom I had given birth and each of them I certainly wish that I could have kept, but as you know, the mills are about making money by selling. Not having a way out, it was clear that at one point, I would be exhausted, and finally, I was let go of my duty as a puppy factory and was shoved into a shelter for abused German Shepards in Southern California. I don’t remember much, for they immediately did something to me and I was a bit drugged, but I do remember some people and a Shitzu, named Rocky came to visit me the day after the surgery ( so they tell me it was)… Well, I had always seen my children taken by people, but only heard the sound of machines before and after they were taken away. I never saw much more than my little kennel and some caregivers. But that day, I found out what the noise was… it was the sound of trucks and cars, and what a scary thing. All I could think of was the sadness that I felt every time I would have my babies, and then the sound would happen, my precious pups were taken away, and the sound of the trucks. I now was in a truck! Why me?
Well, these people and Rocky let me out of the noisy machine and led me into this place that was nothing short of a miracle. K knew that my well off German friends loved to summer in Italy, and apparently, my dreams of a vacation someday had arrived…..it was a most spectacular Italian Villa, named Villa Anna. Had I known all those years that my children had been being transported to places like this, I would have found a way to go with them. I do hope that that is where they went, of course. Rocky was quite a buy, I must say.. He was small, and he was king. For the second day I was there, I heard noises of a truck, and while I was searching for a hiding place, he started jumping up and down like it was time to go to another better villa or something! He told me to come with him, that it was going to be a fun thing. The people were happy that the truck had arrived, but I had seen that before, and it wasn’t good… But lo and behold, I just decided to trust Rocky and go with it. So, as the person put a thing around his neck, and mine, we were lead outside to a what he called a “salon.” He told me that the people who lived in the villa were salon owners for people, and they had special people who brought a special salon on wheels for us to have a doggie day out! I remember being bathed in the kennels, but that was nothing like this place. This was way fancy, and we had a great time. By the time we were bathed and dried and brushed like royalty, we went back to the villa for a most delicious buffet with the Italian-type people. It was true…the Italian people are fun and full of life, just like my German Friends had told me!
I settled in and Rocky taught me who was cool, who wasn’t, when to get the best treats, where the best sunshine was, and how to get the people to take me to what he called a beach. I had never seen a beach, or at least I thought. He laughed at me and said that is what you’ve been staring at from the panoramic view next to your bed! So he told me to get my necklace with a long chain, and go sit next to the people. He was so right…. They smiled really big put my necklace on me and one on Rocky, and opened the door. It was a bit loud out there, not like the trucks, but still, a litlle unnerving. Rocky again was so happy, and so I decieded I just should trust him this timeand boy was he right! That noise stuff was water! He showd me how to shase them without getting wet, and at one point, they let him out of his necklace and he ran like a maniac back ano forth kicking sand all over theplace, and then ran right into the water getting completely drenched like he was taking a bath again!
I Of course the people were screaming at him, and he just kept going! I just froze there, because I wanted to be a good dog for them. I had heard other people scream when I lived at the kennels, and that was not always a good thing. I was just so happy to be on the beach, that I just watched him having a great time. After a while, the sunn was setting, and it was apparently time for and Italian dinner, so they took us back inside and again we feasted again and I was so happy, I fell asleep by the crackling fireplace.
The days were what my German Friends had described as holiday, and soon enough, they put me in a car (like a truck but a little quieter) . I figured my days were over and it was time to go back to the shelter. I didn’t know how to thank the Italian people other than to just cooperate. Even though Rocky said he’s see me later, I figured that he didn’t want me to know that I was going back to the shelter. So, I pretended to trust him again, and figured it was my lot in life to live in a shelter. Honestly, I could hardly keep up with Rocky, and he seemed to be in his element, and even though I didn’t have to do anything for the Italian people, I figured that I hadn’t done enough for them to feel that I should stay. I remember hearing that the surgery had stopped me from being able to have any more puppies, so I guess they didn’t want me anymore, which was fine. My holiday had been magnificent, so I vowed to keep my memories of Villa Anna, the Italian people, Rocky, the meals, and that beach.
Well, we arrived a new place that really smelled funny to me. More people wearing white, sort of like the people at the shelter, but a bit different. A bunch of poking and needles and tests and stuff and this thing around the main guy’s head kinda like a neclace, but stuck in his ears. He told the Italian people that had driven me there that I had a heart murmer whatever that was, and that he would return me to the shelter because I wouldn’t live long and we shouldn’t keep her, as she may die soon and it was a bad choice to keep her. I didn’t exactly know what all that meant, except that I was probably going to get in the car with them and go to the shelter again. But, then, the little Italian person said, “If she’s gonna die, she’s gonna do it with us, in luxury and on the beach having a great life!” So off we went to the car, and that Rocky was right again! We arrived at the Villa, and there was Rocky wagging and jumping and carrying on like I was his best friend. That’s how I got to the Villa, and life was really never the same for me….
I kept looking for a way to make a difference for the Italian people and Rocky kept telling me not to worry about it. We had regular salon days together, great meals, lots of snacks, lounging by the fire, watching the people sit, and each day, we could go to the beach. One day, though, we went down, there was a new Italian person, who was very nice to me as they all were. They called her Cheryl. Rocky said that he knew her and she would do anything for us. Because Rocky had such a free spirit, the Italian people kept us in our necklaces
to keep him from running to the water and ruining our fur from salon day, and we had just had a salon day, so we were looking really good, I guess because Cheryl was coming over for a visit, and they wanted us to look our best. I really didn’t need a necklace, because though it looked fun, I still though that the water was too noisy. So, I would always just watch Rocky going spastic, especially if they took his necklace off. Of course he would be a mess, and would just dry naturally and look a mess for a few days until we had salon day again. I on the other hand, would keep my composure and would make my beauty day results last as long as possible.
Rocky apparently knew how to work Cheryl that day. We had just had beauty day and we were both looking good, and so he pretended to be all calm with Cheryl while the other Italian person went back in the Villa for some reason. So, Cheryl reached down and took off my necklace. Of course, I din’t need one, so I just stood there looking at the waves. Rocky, too, was just standing there, so I guess she figured he would like his necklace off too, so she reached down, and took his off, too. Well, he went nuts and ran straight for the waves and so did Cheryl! I didn’t know what to do! I know Rocky loved it, but I was scared of the noise, quite honestly, but I also knew that Cheryl had just left me by myself and that’s too scary! So, I ran after her, running after him. Well, it was cold alright, but he ran faster than ever before, and Cheryl chased him trying to stop him and I chased her so that I wasn’t left alone, and again…Rocky was right! I had never had more fun in my life. He was laughing, Cheryl was screaming and I was splashing in the waves like Rocky did as often as he could. After a few minutes, the Italian person came down, and I figured he would scream, but he, too, laughed and ran in with us.
After much running, splashing and kicking the sandy stuff around, we all tired out, and the people took us up to the Villa, but wouldn’t let us in the door….. The Italian Person said, “they just had their salon day, and they are so filthy now, that I can’t let them in the Villa…” To which Cheryl said, “ Hold on, let me go in and get something, and we can have beauty day on the beach!” A few minutes later, she came out with some bottles. She said, “we can just introduce Rocky and Goochii to the Belegenza Way! Get the hose and let’s give them a bath!”
So, they did, Rocky first and then me. They only washed us from the neck down because Rocky was to feisty to keep his head still, and I just barely had gotten my head wet, but the sand on my legs and body was pretty bad. After they washed us, which smelled so good I wanted to lick myself, they put this creamy stuff that felt like nothing ever before, and smelled even better than the other stuff. I almost wished they would have not rinsed it off, but even though they did, I still smelled so good. Once we were rinsed, they didn’t dry us with the loud thing like they would do at our regular salon, which was fine by me.. The Italian people sat down, and Rocky and I were so tired, we sat near them, but in the sun shich was so warm and wonderful… After a while, I heard the Italian people say to each other “….I wonder what is taking Rocky and Goochii so long to dry. It’s been over 30 minutes in this hot sun and they are still wet? Come here, Goochii!” So I stood up, walked over to them, and they started petting me and they said, “holy smokes! She’s dry, but look at the shine on this German Shepard black fur!” Cheryl reached down to pet me, and of course Rocky came over to see what was going on, and they felt him to see if he had the same results, and surely he did! “Cheryl said, “Goochii, I think you’ve just changed the world!” Though I couldn’t see my head, which they said was just the same as it had been from salon day, from the neck down, I was spectacular! They ran us into the Villa, and all the other Italian people were commenting on the difference they could see from my head and my body fur. Of course, I felt super, and smelled so good, and again, we ate in celebration. Cheryl said, “I will work to add a few extra ingredients that will help with hotspots, allergies, flea and tick repelling, and with that shine, and the natural food ingredients it’s made of, it’s sure to be a winning product!” Two things…. No wonder it smells so good. It’s made of food AND I finally made my mark. I had just made a difference to thank them for such a gift they gave me called a great life on the beach. It’s a good thing that I was calm when Cheryl took off my necklace, so that Rocky could manipulate the situation. It’s a good thing that I was so afraid to be left alone by Cheryl as she chased that vivacious Rocky, and especially good that I got dirty when I wasn’t supposed to! It was a perfect recipe for a delicious difference that can now be shared with all the animals in the world who believe in living a great life!
That day I became a “mommy” again! GoochiiPoochii was born, and from then on, we would still have salon day, but we had a special supply of GoochiiPoochii Lave and Detangle in our special salon. Now there are bunches of GoochiiPoochii’s out there, and the Italian people say that business is great! I hope that means that my other babies are having a great life and are GoochiiPoochii’s too! Rocky decided to grow his hair out again, because he didn’t tangle up as much ever again. Well, w e hope you enjoy your GoochiiPoochii salon day experiences whether you get to go to a salon, or the bathtub, or the water hose in the backyard, and know that you are making a difference whether you realize it or not. Looking great is a good thing, and also doing it with natural products makes it especially a contribution to the people that work in the salons, the water supply that the products rinse into, and especially your furry friends who deserve the best, gentlest, and greatest hypoallergenic products, by the company who originated the worlds finest silicone-
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