My Tail of Devotion for Oreo (In Loving Memory)

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Hurricane Jeanne

Wow. That was scarey stuff. It was the fourth hurricane I went through. It was windy and the trees were falling over everywhere. Then the electricity went out. We live in a metal house and it got sooo hot. My mommy decided to take us to grandma's house so we could stay cool. We took Cayce to the kennel, but they couldn't take me, because I don't like people too much or other dogs. I don't know why. They say I'm antisocial. Whatever that means. I like people and I like other dogs, I just feel threatened by them. Even though I'm a big strong kickass dog. I could beat any one of them up. I'm not afraid of anything, except new people, other dogs, my momma touching my paws or my back (I'm always afraid she's going to put some of that orangey smelling stuff they call 'Advantage' on me).
Anway, the electricity is back and we're all back home safe and sound. No problemo. I hope this will be the last. Did you know the new name for Florida is the Plywood State? Hee hee.

Oreo

09/16/04

Dear Diary,
Tomorrow is my big momma's birthday and my little momma has to have surgery in a really bad place. I hope she'll be ok.
Maybe when she's better they'll take me for a ride in the car again. Man, do I love to ride in the car. I like to watch those big machines with the wheels. The great big ones that make you feel like a flea. They are so big and strong. I wouldn't wanna mess with one of them. Big momma says they're called trucks. I wanna truck. I wanna ride in a truck. Maybe momma will buy a truck so she can take me for a real ride. I could go all over the place and everyone would say, "Look at that black dog go. Go, black dog, go!!" And I would be feared.
I'm kinda glad Ivan is gone. Now we have to watch out for Jeanne. Whoever Jeanne is. I think it's a girl. I'm not afraid of no girl. Then maybe there will be Karl. We'll see what happens with him.
I'm kinda tired tonight so I don't have much to add. I'll talk at ya tomorrow dear Diary.

May God love all the critters big and small.
Oreo

09/15/04

Good morning Diary.
Things don't look too good here. It seems one of my mommas, the little one, is having something called surgery on Friday. I don't know what that is, but I don't think its something I would want. Anyway, I'm worried now. What if its another dog? We don't need anymore dogs. I'm happy just like it is now. Us three plus those darn two cats. God, I can't stand them. Always meowing and scratching things. Actually, they don't have nails so I don't know what the heck they're doing. And, to be honest, I don't really care. As long as they stay away from me. Always rubbing up against me. That's humiliating when I'm outside. What if another dog sees me? He'll think I'm a whoos(sp?). Well, anyway. I know one good thing about this "surgery" my little momma is getting. It means my Big Momma will be home for more days. She isn't going to go to work. Yeah!!!!!
Well, its nasty again today so I won't be going outside much. Mr. Sellect, the landlord, is outside now mowing the grass and picking up debris from the hurricane. I hope he doesn't take too long, because I'm already holding my legs crossed and don't know for how much longer I can do that.
That's all for now, maybe I'll write more later or tomorrow.
Bye Diary.

God bless those critters awaiting Hurricane Ivan.
Oreo

09/14/04

Hi Diary,
I'm bummed out. I'm bored. Nothing exciting ever happens to me. My mommie has been following me around all day taking pictures. I know I'm good lookin', but come on, enough already. Every day its the same thing, same yard, same food, same momma. Its nasty outside today. Cloudy and rainy. That means I don't get to go out and strut my stuff. Wish I could go for a ride in the C-A-R. That's what momma calls it. But, I know what it spells. She can't fool me. I could go for a ride to Dairy Queen for a dipped cone or something like that. I love ice cream. Its so yummy and cool, especially in the summertime when its so hot out. Sometimes I get brain freeze. LOL It hurts sometime, but its still cool.
Well, Ivan has decided to stay away. Lucky for him. I hope those poor doggies and other critters will be okay up in the Panhandle. I'll say a little prayer for them, too.

God bless all your creatures please.
Oreo

09/13/04 - Monday

Hey Diary,
Its me, Oreo, you know the good lookin' one. Today was a pretty uneventful day. I didn't do anything exciting. That Ivan is running away. Ha ha.... I knew you didn't have it in ya to come here, Ivan. You know I think he heard that I sent the other two packing and decided he didn't want to have to face me. Just call me Hurricane O. Hmmmmmmm, that would make a great name for my biography. My moms were gone almost all day. When they came home the younger one fed me some good stuff. She even put it in the microwave. It was so yummy I ate it all. Normally I always leave Baylee a few pieces, but not lately. She's on a diet anyway. I don't know why, she's beautiful and there's just that much more to love. And I do love her you know, Diary. I can tell you, because you won't tell anyone else. Right? Promise?
Well, Diary, I'm getting sleepy and my eyes are getting heavy. Gotta run and go hit the sack (bed, in case you were wondering) and cut some Z's.
Goodnight,

A flick of the tongue and a wag of the tail,

Oreo

09/12/04

Dear Diary,
They tell me Ivan isn't coming here anymore. He thought he was so tough, but when he heard I live here, he skiddaddled away from here as fast as he could. Ha Ha. I'm still the toughest one.
Well, today it started raining in the late afternoon and I can't go outside and do my fence/perimeter patrol. I'll have to hope the weather keeps all the critters away. I'll go out and check as soon as it clears up outside.
My little Momma is in the bedroom with my sister Cayce. Cayce goes psycho when its storming outside. Too funny, you should see her shimmy herself under the bed. Her and her fat kaboose. Too funny if you ask me. One should have to pay for such entertainment. Gotta love her though. She's 8 years old and she still thinks the thunder is coming to get her. Palleeeeezzzzz
Oh well, they can't all be as bright as me I guess. Not that I'm ringing my own bell, but its true. I'm the sharpest tack in the box, the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, etc..
So much for today. I'll talk to ya tomorrow Diary. By then I'll know if Ivan has it in him to confront me. Come on big boy, bring it on......bring it on.....
Oreo

Dear Diary,

Well, today must have been an important day for the humans, because they were all excited about something called Ivan. What a neat name. Wish they had called me Ivan. They keep saying he's a bad one and he will probably blow us all away. Hee hee. Such a sense of humor. This Ivan must be a tough cookie though. It is raining now and I love it when it rains, because then it thunders and my sister Cayce gets all paranoid and stuff and she hides under the bed. I swear she can lift that bed in order to get under it. Thunder doesn't bother me, because I'm a big boy and I'm not scared of anything.
Well, I had a nice dinner tonight. My humans really spoil me. They have my food ready for me every night at the same time. Just like I like it. I love lamb. Its yummy. Its my favorite.
Well, I'll try and make an entry every day so that I can remember when I get old just what happened to me when I was younger.
Good bye Diary,
Oreo