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