My scary story- the doghouse

Much to the displeasure of our pawrents, we liked hanging out in the old doghouse. The doghouse was situated toward the back of the shed, at the edge of the property and was a dilapidated, crumbling building that we were forbidden to enter.

My brother, sister and I usually went there at night and with our glowstick necklaces we would enter the barn through a side door that hung precariously on its last corroded hinge. It appeared ready to collapse at the tiniest provocation, so holding our breath and very careful to avoid touching anything, we would squeeze through the tiny opening to the inside.

Scattered randomly throughout the interior were rusting farming implements, rakes, a scythe and numerous long-forgotten other tools that no longer resembled anything useful. All of the items appeared dangerous and capable of serious damage if they were mishandled or if careless passage caused contact with fragile fur. We kept our distance and tried to remain clear of these things, finding our usual seats in the center of the room on the old hay bales left there. The hay was comfy.

The shed itself was pretty spooky and in the darkness, the outlines of the objects and decaying contents resembled the skeletons of the dead, but Sam, Isabella and I liked it. We would go there and share spooky stories and get ourselves so frightened, we'd barely find our balance to get back out the decrepit doghouse door as we would literally be shaking in our boots.

But the loft was the most sinister part of the shed. It was dark as pitch and the ladder leading up to it had years ago crumbled into an unusable heap of kindling that lie uselessly on the shed floor. The few remaining steps appeared in tact at the top, but at ground level the decaying rungs appeared through the murkiness to be the gaping holes of a skeleton's dislodged teeth.

We never went up to the loft and could only imagine its contents: huge spiders covered with coarse hair and menacing fangs. Their enormous eyes watched and waited for anyone who dared to ascend the rotting ladder to the elevated platform. Other than our mental images of the spiders, we had no idea what was in the loft. Maybe a big dog crate to lock us up forever! Maybe no more treats ever! Now that would be scary!!!


One night, we were in the shed sitting on the floor playing. During pauses in our wrestling, we listened to the mournful groans of the old structure slowly yet very audibly decaying. Why this caused us such fascination is unknown to me, but we were thoroughly enjoying the spooky, musty ambience that was the old shed.

Sammy Whammy was telling his favorite ghost story for the hundredth time in low, hushed tones. I was enthralled by the tale as my brother was very good at making any story sound terrifying beyond belief. Isabella buried herself in my fur.

Just when the story hit its scariest point, a scraping noise began to emanate from the loft. At first we thought it was our over active imaginations. But the soft sound grew in intensity as we listened, almost as if the originator had waited to ensure it's audience was paying attention.

Scraaaaape. Screeeeeech. Scraaaaape.

Then for a second, the only sound we could hear was our heartbeats pounding wildly in our ears. We stared at each other with wild eyes, lids locked wide open, almost bulging.

A chill ran down my spine. I grabbed my brother's paw and held it to me. I snuggles up closer to Isabella. I couldn't imagine what could be causing the sound and in terror, I whispered loudly, "Sam, Isabella!! We gotta go now!"

At that, my brother shifted position and leaped over to sit beside me. He shook loose my grip and wrapped his paws around me, covering my mouth with one of his paws. "Shhh," he whispered, very quietly.

Screeeeech. Scraappppe.

It was a metallic sound, hollow and ominous.

Sam grabbed my paw and pulled me and Isabella with him as he jumped up and ran for the door. We held our breaths as we squeezed through the passageway, careful to keep from touching the sides. We escaped the shed and doghouse and ran out into the night using all of our might to keep from screaming.

We made it to the backyard and stopped, panting, chests heaving. We gained our composure before we stepped onto the porch and barked for Ma to open the screen door. Ma was there and said, "Time for dinner kids!"

"I'm glad you're here," she continued, "a man escaped from jail tonight and the police are on the lookout. You pups should stay inside. Guess the guy was a terrible, evil person. Murdered five people and their dogs before he got caught."

We half listened as we pushed to see who'd get through the door first.

"Shouldn't be hard to find, though. He had a metal hook for a hand. Gotta be pretty easy to find a fellow like that.

"Did you pups wipe your paws?"

we ruf yew Ma

As Ma is twyin to deal wif dis sick neighborhood stray it has made us wealize how lucky we iz.
We hab a Ma and a Dad dat lub us vewy much. We have hooman beds to sweep in at night. We hab gud health and gud veterinary care. We hab tons of toys, chewies and treats. We hab each other to pway wif. We hab a nice house to roam around in and play and slide around on the pergo floor. We hab a nice fenced in yard to run in. We hab gud fud and fresh water at our disposal 24/7. Most importantly we hab hooman dat lub us and pway wif us and take keer of us. We get to go to PetSmart, Pet Partners, the Barkery, the park and the lake. We wish dat all doggies and kitties get to hab dis in dere life........

still finking

Mommy is still finking bout the res-q puggy she applied to adopt. She is starting to worry because we havent heard anyfing. We twy to tail her dat no amount of worrying iz gonna change de situation but she aint hearing us. :(

we iz sew impatient

As some of yew may know we applied with PLR to adopt Miss Olivia. We iz absolutely on pinz and needles waitin to hear something. We do not wait well!:p
We knew from the minute we saw her photo that she was meant to be our sister. Ma hasn't been able to stop thinking about that sweet little smile, those puggy eyes, that little curly piggy tail. She really wants her so bad and we iz afraid she is gonna be vewy dissappointed if'n she doesnt get her. We twied to tell her dat a lot of people prolly have applied to adopt her and we just have to hope fur da best. We iz all finking bout it all da time. We hab never had no dealings wif resq's before so we hab no idear what qualifications they require of potential adoptive families, or if'n we will meet their standards. We can't imagine why anypuggy wouldnt want to let us have a res-q, cuz life at our house is reel gud, but Ma says you never know what dey is lookin fer.
Wish us luck and please wish our Ma some patience. She is bout to drive us all CWAZY.

oh the nerve

Oh the nerve of Mommy. She invited Sam's friend Cooper over and they were wild and wacko as usual. All I wuz doin wuz barkin at dem and mommy said I wuz bein ob-nox-ious. How rude!!!!
We posted a live action video so yew can see fer yerselves the abuse I must suffer.........

Santa Tag

Ok, I been tagged by wots of my pals and my speshul man, Barney so I iz gonna write my wetter to Santy Paws since he visits tonight.

Dear Mr. Santy Paws Sir,
I wub yew. Yew is reel speshul to me. I am sew thankful fur all da prezzies youve gived me over de years. Dis year I would wike da followin fings:

1. I wish dat all de homeless dogs and cats could find homes and hoomans to lub dem.
2. I wish fur my family and friends to be safe, healthy and happy
3. I wood wike a new pink dress
4. I wood wike sum piggie ears
5. I wood wike sum dingo bones
6. Mebbe if yew can, bring Sammy a new winter coat he's been eyein mine dat I got from Barn Barn, but its too small fur his fatness......... oh yeah and sum treats so he dont eat mine!!!
Lub yer pal,
Miss Kelsey

I been tagged in Thanksgiving Tag

Gabby got me! :) Here are 7 things I'm thankful for:

1. Mommy and Daddy
2. A wonderful Grandma and Grandpa who I love to visit and they care for me whenever Mom and Dad have to go out of town and cant take me, so I never have to get boarded.
3. my rubber spider chew toys
4. pig ears
5. Sam
6. My great pal Piggie :)
7. My crush, Barney Fife Carter

I gots me a new dress

Mommy went grocery shopping this morning at Target and found a cute turqiouse dress for me while she was there!! I love new stuff!!! :)
A girl can never have too many dresses!

It's a good day

Mom snagged us some new songs for our profiles today. We get bored shakin our tails to the same beats.
Sam is doing better with his potty training. I enjoy it, cuz every time he goes outside or on the pad he gets a treat, so Mom gives me one too. Hey, cant beat that right? I dont even have to do nothin! I just encourage him-- cuz I looooooooooooooove me some snausages.
yum........... snausages. Reminds me that I need to go gnaw my pig ear.
BTYL
K-dog

par-tay

We are having a party today! I am super excited!! Lots of friends, and lots of attention and even the short people in the family get to come over and give me attention!! YEAH for parties!!! Oh, and they are even grilling chicken too which means that of course, we simply must have some. The short people will give it to us if the big ones dont. :P
I think we might even break out the howloween costumes to make the short people smile.