November 30th 2013 2:24 pm
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Oldest, as a big surprise, picked Pennie and Me up from the Kennel! I was delighted to see him. He took us on a hike, then to the family pet store, where were restocked on kibbles, and I noted, with suspicion, that he purchased three beef stuffed bones.
I was soon to learn why Oldest Lad purchased THREE beef stuffed bones.
Upon my arrival back at my 0.46 Acres of Suburia there was another dog! Oldest Lad brought out his very own dog, Copper. We had a formal meeting in the back yard. Pennie and Copper were quite excited to meet each other. Copper is estimated to be about 4 years old and is some sort of beagle and hound mix. He is smaller than me.
Pennie and Copper chased each other all around the back yard, while I sat on the back stoop and looked on, Sophathetically.
Pennie, Copper and I were all quite muddy, so then we each had a shower.
Pennie and I are quite exhausted from our days at the kennel, but this interloper, Copper, just won't leave us alone. Mom and Dad soon arrived home with the rest of the troops, and the introduction of Copper had to be made all over again.
I am not certain that I am all that thankful for my Kennel Release. Perhaps I should have remained there, thinking of it as a sort of Monastic Retreat, instead of arriving home to Oldest Lad's new dog AND a bath AND I shall no doubt spend some quality time in my Royal Crate Throne, in order to keep all of us separated while everyone goes out to dinner.
November 30th 2013 5:25 am
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I hacked into the Kennel WiFi and was able to discover that I am a Daily Diary Pick today! The good need is that I shall be going home today. I made sure I was Super Sophathetic at Drop-Off. Dad and I do not share a close bond. He is not mean or abusive; I just require sensitivity. Dad is not known for his sensitivity. Still, I leapt into Dad 's arms, and clung to him, wrapping my Sophathetic Paws about his neck. He left.
Meanwhile Mom and Dad have been hanging out with Dad's Mom's Dog, Scoter.
Scoter did this: while the family greedily ate leftovers in the dining room, Scoter stretched out his Golden Retriever body to help himself to a heaping portion of turkey. I suppose he was hungry after his two mile nature hike while I ate cold kibble in my cell.
I shall seek my revenge when I get home. During my hacking of the Kennel Wi Fi I happened upon "Gone With the Wind." Those pre- war Southern Belles really knew how to pull off Sophathetic. I studied them carefully, and plan full force Sophathetic in a matter of hours.
November 26th 2013 8:30 am
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The other night, Mom woke up to two dogs in absolute terror. Before Mom was even fully awake, she had Pennie shaking in terror next to her, and me, Queen Sophine, shaking in terror, standing on her head.
Dad begrudgingly woke up after a Mom elbowed him a few times.
Pennie and I began shaking in rhythm. I shook for a few seconds, then Pennie shook for a few seconds, then it was my turn again. Mom told Dad he needed to go change the battery in the Smoke Detector. Dad wanted to ignore the whole thing, but then Pennie decided to shake while standing on top of Dad.
There was something about the chirp, chirp, chirp of the "low battery" of the Smoke Detector that clearly was intended to wake up a Dog and tell the dog to shake, shake, shake until the battery was changed.
Pennie and I spent the rest of the night alternately shaking, but snuggled in tight balls between Mom and Dad. We both worked it for all it was worth: I was Sophathetic and Pennie was Pathetic.
Yesterday morning, when Mom let me out, it was quite cold. Pennie came back in immediately after taking care of her bladder and bowels. No Sophie. Mom grew worried. Mom carefully counted how many dogs were in the house and she could not get past the number ONE, which meant I was indeed missing.
I came back, looking smug, and proceeded to eat my kibbles. Mom took Wee Lass out to the bus, and when she returned there was a giant mound foul smelling vomitus under the kitchen table. I had been missing because I had found a Sidewalk (or in this case back yard) Sandwich to munch, explaining my absence when Mom was calling for me.
Mom was perplexed that I could find a Sidewalk Sandwich in the backyard, but Pennie did not. Pennie is the Alpha, so if a Backyard Sidewalk Sandwich was to be found, Pennie would steal it from me if I discovered it first, and it would have been Pennie spewing vomit under the kitchen table, not me.
Mom is too inquisitive. She needs to let things go, not ruminate over them, instead, she pondered this situation. Last night, when Mom let me out, again I went missing. Mom looked for me. I appeared after a while, straight from the neighbor's yard! Coincidence or not, it was the same part of the yard where the neighbors keep their trash cans. That "may" have explained my Sidewalk Sandwich.
Mom checked my e-collar and guess what? Dead battery. Curse that woman; now I have a fresh e-collar battery, and no more wandering over to the Next Door Trash Can Deli for a Sidewalk Sandwich.
I understand now why there are always so many warnings about the dangers of batteries and pets.