Hi, I’m Wheels, a Boston terrier and a special contributor to BubbleLife.com.   This past week-end I was the recipient of a kind deed̶̶̶̶̶ –one fitting this season of warmth and good will–‒and I want to share it with you.

 If you live in one of the historic East Dallas neighborhoods, you know that it is not uncommon to live in a 100 year old bungalow set on pier and beams. 

 On a recent Saturday morning when I went outside, instead of just taking care of business and returning back to the safety of my warm home, I found a small hole that led me under it rather than back into it..  I did try to get back into my yard but I couldn't find my way.

There I was,  trapped like Alice, and believe me, it was no wonderland under the house.

No crates with cushy pads, no soft beds near the heat vents, no bowls filled with fresh water or jars filled with treats.

My owner was trying to lure me out with promises of jerky, biscuits, even a second breakfast.  She was worried about other critters that I might meet in the dark space under the house. So far I had only dealt with furred friends of a different species that were filled with cotton stuffing and squeaked when smashed.

Eventually, I did make my way out.

But by then, a huge fire truck was parked in front of my house and six firemen had joined the party to rescue me from the darkness and dangers lurking among the piers and beams that hold up my home.

Although my owner was thrilled that I was safe in her arms, she was not especially happy with me and I didn’t get those promised treats and I haven’t been outside unaccompanied since.  However, when I went to fire Station 17 with a bag of human treats to thank the firemen, they were very nice to me and let me pose on one of the big red trucks.  That’s me on The Pride of Lakewood.