Lucky- Week Two

Another week has gone by and still do I remain here.

The-One-Who-Grew-The-Alien stuck a sharp thing into my leg again, but apologized profusely and gave offerings of chicken and rice from her lunch as compensation. I have accepted the offerings. She also offers treats, which I accept with more dignity than Little-Brother-Crash.


To show my continuing displeasure at still being here, however, I have continued to release the foul smelling gasses. On the whole, it is not as bad as it could be. The White-Coats leave me alone.

The-One-Who-Smells-Of-Chocolate has engaged in a couple games of chase, and is sharing pieces of the large chicken she keeps in the Tall-Cold-White-Box-of-Food with me.

Little-Sparky ran into something and got a large knot on his head, which I find humorous. Below is a photo:

The-One-Who-Is-My-Human's-Assistant finally gave in to my hints and took me from the PLACE. She got the LEASH out! Then we got in the CAR!! And we left Little-Brother-Crash at the PLACE, which meant that no one was pulling my leash! We went to The-One-Who-Is-My-Human's-Assistant's place. I got to run! I ran around, leaving my water scent on everything, and then resident Boxer-Dog-Freya ran behind me covering the spots with her scent, and over again. We snuffed in the woodpile for the furry thing we smelled, but only managed to get one log moved. Before we left to go back to the PLACE, The-Boy gave me peanut butter. The-Boy is good. To thank The-One-Who-Is-My-Human's-Assistant, I face-planted into her butt as she ran ahead of me.

Other than my one afternoon of freedom, life is the same here at the PLACE for me. Little-Brother-Crash seems to have contracted some sort of rare disease, though...

The-One-Who-Grew-The-Alien and The-One-Who-Belongs-To-Holey-Butt gave him a BATH and noticed it first. Then the White-Coat looked at him, too. They said it is called polychromatic dermoplasia. It has faded over the week, but the disease is a lingering one... It doesn't seem to be affecting his moods, though. I think the Dayshool-Dogs are starting to talk, though.




It is starting to look better...


-Lucky

Crash- Week Two

HAPPY!!! BATH?!?! PRETTY!!!! TOY!!! DESTROY BLANKET!!! HAPPY!!! PEE ON BLANKET!!! TOY!!! FOOD!!! TREAT!!! DESTROY BLANKET!!!! TREAT!!!

CRASH

Week One- Video

Taken by the human caretakers :)

Crash- Week One

MOM GONE. SAD. TOY!!!!! PLAY!!! HAPPY! BIRD!!! PEOPLE!!! LUCKY PEED AND LICKED IT!! TOY!!! HAPPY!!! PEOPLE!!!! SLEEP IN BIG ROOM!!! TREATS!!!!! HAPPY!!!

CRASH

Lucky- Week One

We have been left behind. Again. I do not understand why this 'Australia' will not permit us to come along without the 'quarantine'. *sigh* We are HERE, at the PLACE with White-Coats.

At first I was very sad that my human was not here. I moped about, trying my best to manipulate the other humans into pitying me. I then decided to punish the humans left with my by relieving my particularly odorous gasses only when they sat next to me. I convinced The-One-Who-Is-Short-And-Loud to feed me in the front where the caged dogs cannot go, only the schnauzer-dogs. And so began my domination; The-One-Who-Is-Short-And-Loud will feed me up front, and give me liver snacks if I stare at here. This is good, as the 'kennels' are very much beneath me.



So beneath me...


They are kept confined, while I roam free. As it should be.


Where I prefer to nap.

The-One-Who-Is-My-Human's-Assistant releases me regularly to lounge in the front, or in the 'food-prep'. Just to make things clear to her, I have jumped on her several times, and left bruising. Second human, check. To pass the time, I steal the schnauzer-dog's food that The-One-Who-Smells-Of-Chocolate leaves in plain smell. The schnauzer-dogs are leashed and cannot do anything about it. Hah!


The schnauzer-dog's food


I cannot reach these...


Or these...


But I could get these.


And these...

I have also convinced the humans to prepare the large play room for our nighttime resting. Adequate blankets, toys and treats are provided. It will do.


The blankets that are provided.


The bear was taken away just as Little-Sparky got the nose off, so no-one got to rip the stuffing...

The-One-Who-Grew-The-Alien is under my control as well. She feeds me from her lunch. Some of it pleases me, but her puddings and yogurts do not smell or taste right, so I only eat those from The-One-Who-Is-My-Human's-Assistant. I manipulated her into taking the photos and videos for this site.

I stay away from The-One-Who-Belongs-To-Holey-Butt and The-One-With-The-Coupons, because you just never know when they are coming to do things to you, and do share lunches to apologize. Also, of course, I stay away from the White-Coats.

Little-Brother-Crash seems to be taking this fine, but he doesn't think nearly as much as I do. He barks, he runs, he plays with his toys, he eats, he's happy. Sometimes I wish I was that simple.


Little-Brother-Crash

I will have videos provided in the next posting.

Lucky