The Thanksgiving Trip at Bethany

One day, I was sitting on the couch. As usual, I was chewing on a bone, enjoying myself, as my teeth crushed through each layer of bone, thoroughly. It made me feel tough and my salivation strong! Then, I saw there were lots of clothes and suitcases. And that made lots of sense: I was going on yet another vacation. Our family must've been going out of town for Thanksgiving. It was that time of year, after all. I was excited to go on a vacation again. I always have many adventures. And lots of new things come to me.

My Mom grabbed the family hamster, Patrick's cage and put in the van so we could take him to the family we had take care of Patrick. The other pets managed their selves, however. Later that day, everyone in the family packed up. And the van was ready to roll. It pulled out the driveway. Then, Mom turned the steering wheel, and we were on the way. I cherished the car ride. For one part, I occasionally was able to poke my head out the open windows of the van. I loved the feeling of lots of wind and breeze blow through my fur. It makes me feel GREAT! And then, I got to sit on a pillow set between the two seats where my Mom and Dad sat for napping to pass the time while the trip to wherever we were going.

About 4 hours later, Mom stopped the van at the sacred place of BETHANY! It was this place again. It was a miracle! Of all the places to vacation on Thanksgiving, this place was the most predictable! But if only I had known! I jumped out the van door on my leash. I was so eager to get to the cottage, my running trampled nearby puddles that formed after a current rainfall, and made the water splash all over the place! When I got to the front, I "marked" my scent on the lawn to leave some of my poochie-memories here for when I'd leave by skidding my butt against the asphalt.

Then, I ran up the porch stairs, and through the door. I used my back paws as breaks to stop from gliding across the carpet when my wet paws from outside made me lose control! I out the screen porch, and ran in circles around the cottage. My excitement was so energy-requiring and confidence-consuming that I collapsed to the floor with exhaustion. I was so tired.

2 hours later: I woke up to the fragrance of an old, raggy, chewed-up, rough dalmatian hand puppet toy that was possessed by the dog I saw when I woke up. It was the only cousin of mine who looked like me when I'm older- Carter. We went around and ran in joy as usual when us two are first united. The moment didn't last long when I heard the words "Lucy, let's go on a walk!!!" Dad was taking me on another walk. I loved seeing Carter, but I guess I did need a walk after my long nap! Outside, the air remained humid, and all like autumn air should be. Like I typically am, I was in the mood for sprinting! Dad and I took off like there were jet packs at the bottom of our feet. "I could do this all day!" I said, feeling maybe a little too authentic. One thing I forgot to mention, I can only run very fast for only a few minutes. Then, I'm like a tractor struggling to clear giant cow manure and feces on a field! That's how slow I am when I'm weak. The bad news, my dad is always jogging at a faster pace than I can for about 75% of the time. When I got back from the walk, I felt fulfilled, but tired out. I was panting like crazy! I didn't even rub my head against the carpet like I do on every other walk. It was very tiring!

That evening: I was yawning. I couldn't feel my spine because I was so tired! Carter came walking along. "Pretty long day for me, what about you?" I asked Carter. "Hmm, the usual." Carter replied. "Oh." I said. My response may've been awkward, but hanging out with the family I'm stuck with now, I've learned that being more awkward with responses can pay off eventually. It's Lucy family stuff. Anyways, I couldn't wait to dream tonight. I left off at a good spot last night. So I went in my dog cage, and fell asleep.

Thanksgiving day: It was my first Thanksgiving at Bethany. I like to get up earlier than Carter for a few reasons. He's my favorite cousin and all, but Carter likes to eat MY food instead of his. I went in the kitchen, and saw my Mom and my Mom's Mom, (grandma), with Carter. He looked like he was fed, but he looked hungry! Mom prepared my food. She put it on the floor. I took 3 bites, and then a second muzzle appear on my left. "Carter!" I snapped. "It's hard to be a more mature dog. You must 'help your immune system' by eating a lot!" Carter replied. "Fine, you win!" I reluctantly replied. That afternoon, the family was going to go to some relatives' house for Thanksgiving. Thanks to newer technology, I got miniature spy cameras from my Dad's old things back at home. I wanted to use it to see what this family gathering was like. I've always wondered. I attached the camera to my Mom's ankle while she was napping a couple hours ago this afternoon. Then, I let them go! And the family left.

Later that evening: It had been a long time since everyone got back, but I understood, as the humans always chat at these various types of events. I went an concealed my presence. I then went in the bathroom when Mom was taking a shower. I grabbed the miniature spy camera, which I acquired earlier that afternoon, and put it in my cage. I wonder if maybe I'd see a new animal in the footage, maybe one I've never seen! That night, in the dog cage of mine, I had the footage on the small camera and transferred it to Mom's video camera that I could see what I was missing out on. I fast forwarded the parts where Mom would sit there on the couch and do nothing but mingle.

I played the footage normally when I saw something so awesome and cute I was about to keep my eyes glued to the camera. I saw a cute, calico, female, copper, black, and white, beautiful, adventurous, little kitten! She made a little "Meoww!" It was so cute and high, it was like a miniature flute sound was making part of the noise. But it wasn't. I wondered what the kitten's name was. I heard someone say the name "Cally." Cally must've been this beauty's name. I thought it was so cute I hugged the video camera! Cally was playing around. I saw a cat toy with a string and a stuffed fish tied to the other end. Cally would paw at it and hold it tight with her paws. She'd go crazy with it like the world's oldest person and a bingo event! Cally was having a blast! Next, she went to one of those cat-playground and things that cats climb on and stuff. Cally jumped on top level of her cat-playground. She napped on the platform once she got on it. She was tired from all that playtime. She was cute when she napped. She looked like a baby in a cradle. It was so eye-gluingly worth to watch! When everyone was done having their Thanksgiving meal, Cally woke up. Or maybe it was someone who woke her up. I couldn't tell, but she got up. Cally was in a shy mood at this point, and went inside a large paper bag, which was tipped over, so Cally didn't have to jump to get in it. It looked cozy. Smaller dogs and cats have all the luck! Later, the whole family put in some DVD called "Cat Sitter," (TM) which I saw was some DVD with different recordings of squirrels, rats, mice, birds, a macaw with a canary, chipmunks, fish, butterflies, and all those other animals cats are addicted to. Cally got on a toadstool-like chair, which was placed in front of the TV just for her, and she watched it. Cally was so addicted. It was the cutest thing I've ever seen. Cally was like a human watching NFL! Cally was amazing! She was like nothing I've seen in my life- in a good way! She was cute and playful, more unique than any other kitten I've seen! I even recognized "Cally" as a new code: Cute, Astonishing, Loving, Loved, You, Madison and Mojo have competition! I spent the rest of the night watching the Cally footage.
When I heard footstep noises coming from upstairs, I hid the miniature camera, and put Mom's video camera where it was earlier yesterday, the coffee table. Next, I pretended to be sleeping. And I saw it was Mom who came down. I stopped fake-snoozing when Mom came down. I wagged my tail, which is turning into a useless one-inch piece of bone anatomy-wise. "Lucy, we saw the cutest kitten last night! Her name was Cally, who was named after her being calico! I'm just so sad that you had to miss out on it, Lucy Pooch!" Mom said. Oh, don't be sad, I haven't missed out on one thing! I said in my mind. I went to the kitchen, and had my last breakfast for this visit at Bethany, for this was my last day at Bethany!

1 Hour into the car ride to Indiana: Now that my Bethany vacation is over, I was on my to Indiana, where there's some more family to visit! But on the car ride home, I couldn't think of that though, when Mom went to check on her video camera. "Hey, I don't remember this being on 'transfer miniature camera to video camera' mode! Who did this? Whoever did this is in trouble..." Mom yelled. Yep, I love it when you least suspect dogs! I had the best Bethany visit ever! I got to see Carter again, I got some use out of my miniature spy camera, and even the best cat at Bethany, Cally! I hope next time's vacation at Bethany will be as fun as this one was- just as long as get free food. Just as long as I get free food!

THE END!

The Mystery of Mojo

When it comes to my family, I am the alpha-dog! Not the aggression type of alpha, but that sort of fractured alpha. Loved, top-dog, revered, and always loved by more than the cats are. And when you're alpha-dog, it's a good idea to become a useful one. Because one time, if I weren't alpha-dog, Mojo would've been in huge trouble.

It all started one day when Mojo was prancing around across the living room in the evening. Everyone was asleep, so us animals could do our things. "I think I'm the alpha CAT in the family." Mojo boasted to Madison and I. "That comment is a hoax! I think-er, know, that I'M the alpha-cat in the family." Madison bragged to Mojo. The cats were being quite gregarious tonight. "I can't handle this. I'm going to get out this debate so I can do more important things than complaining and jabbering comebacks at a couple-year old twin kitten!" Madison snapped. And she stormed out the room. She went in my dog kennel, and I followed, I needed relaxing time. However, I didn't feel like sleeping. Mojo headed toward the other room.

"Madison, you cats need to get it together. Humans always just say the same lame excuse when it comes to favorites- 'We all each other the same.' The way I see it, that's impossible. But humans are too independent to change themselves so they'll stop doing that kind of stuff." I said. Madison kust looked at me, a little confused. I just ignored it, and rolled over. Meanwhile, Mojo was meandering toward the back door. "Hey look, the door's opening." Mojo said to himself. "I wonder if Madison is watching me right now, and I just see her that well, no matter how good of eye-vision I have at dusk. So maybe when whoever is coming in comes in, I'll act like I love him, and she'll give up, and admit that I AM the alpha-cat of the family." Mojo also said to himself. Madison and I heard the door open. We were starting to notice it. "Look, shadows!" Madison said. We quietly walked behind a wall near the kitchen entrance so we could see the shadows without being seen ourselves. We saw a large, sort of tall human or maybe human-like shadow picking up an animal. "Mojo!" I whispered in panic to Madison. Then, in his hands, the possible human-like shadow went and carried Mojo outside.

Madison and I looked out a window from the kitchen. Well, we tried to. We couldn't reach the only other window in the kitchen, because the only one had too many items on display on top of the window sill. I got on Madison's shoulders, but I could only see the light on the garage was on. It only lit up when I sensed movement. And I saw that the garage door was open! "Oh crud, Mojo's been abducted! What's gonna happen to him?" I asked in panic.

"Forget that, let's go warn our owners. You take the parents upstairs, and I'll alert the children. It's like risking my life going to see them, but I don't want Mojo to get hurt!" Madison ordered. And with that, we scrambled off to do our tasks. "Don't worry Mojo, we'll help you, just hang in there!" I said in hopes as if somehow, Mojo, where ever he was at the time, would possibly, in some way-just in any way, would sort of understand and hear my message. I was optimistic about his safety. And so was Madison. We were doing it for the love of Mojo. I went to the door that led to the upstairs part of the house. But I realized that it was closed. It was peculiar, considering that the door is left open just in case the cats want to go upstairs during the night. I couldn't reach the doorknob, and even if I could, I couldn't open it, due to the lack of fingers. The same went for Madison. I didn't know what to do, so I silently meandered to the hall. Madison walked out of one of the children's rooms. "I couldn't them up." Madison said," They are just to heavy of sleepers!" Madison said. "Then we're gonna be doing this ourselves." I said.

We decided to become a substantial duet of fellow detectives. We went and tried to think back to the crime's taking place. But we couldn't remember anything outstanding. Then we went to the details. "Okay, I have questions to solve this caper. Why would Mojo be a victim? What for, and why? What is so special about him that would make someone tempted to steal him? Just answer!" I said. "Well, there are tons of bozos who cherish abducting innocent house pets from others' homes. Maybe it was a huge grudge. I just bet you that whoever took Mojo has a pretty supple heart if they try to love animals. Also, maybe Mojo was just playing around with us.

"However, if that isn't the thing that is happening, maybe he was stolen because he was a specific type of cat." Madison explained. "But what traits about Mojo would make anyone interested in him? He loves the outdoors, is very loving, and is a tabby cat, almost about to become a juvenile cat. " I said. "Lucy, that's it! I bet you someone near us wanted a pet cat really badly, and decided to steal a cat. But who do we know who lives close to us, likes cats, wants a cat that is partially teenage, is tabby, loving, and outdoorsy, and doesn't possess one, that knows where live?" Madison asked. "Our friends from a few blocks away must be the burglars. They match all of your assorted discoveries depicting things crime-related." I noticed. "Well, I still think I see the garage light on, so let's get out there and catch that thief!" Madison triumphed.

Inspired and encouraged, Madison went out the back door, now unlocked, and went out into the dark, cold dusk. And that's when we were both amazed, as I came out! "Oh my gosh!" Madison said. "No way!" I cried. We saw Mojo on my green leash that I use for roaming around the backyard whenever my owners stick me out. And then, I saw my Dad, taking out the recycling and garbage bins. "I knew there was SOME logical explaination!" I said. And Madison, Mojo, and I just froze in silence and astonishment, and obviously, confusion!

"I'm pretty sure you're confused." Mojo said. "We are! In fact, we thought that you got kidnapped!" I explained. "No, no, no, you see, the person who came through the back door was Dad, coming home late from work. He came and thought I should go outside, so he put me on this leash, and I've been roaming ever since. In the mean time, he's doing some minor work to surprise Mom." Mojo explained. "Ohhh, so that explains the human-shadow and why you weren't screaming for help!" Madison realized. "Well, now that that's back in order, let's go inside, and all enjoy our peace until it lasts." I suggested. So we all went, together.

And never again would Mojo want to learn a lesson the hard way. That's what happened in this episode. And I assume that the moral he's been taught was this: always scream to alert the American longhair and Cockapoo that something is happening so they don't suspect that he's been stolen. Anyways, after that, we lived happily ever after- once I can find myself a bone to chew on again, anyways....

Brig Kitties

On a perfect summer's day, when birds would chirp and fly in the

cloudless, sunny sky with the green grass growing, I chewed on a bone. Well, I didn't anymore. Fall is now coming, and a fall day, it's filled with clouds. The climate is more cold, and leaves provide humans more work. Well, about the extra work for raking, that's actually good, as long as humans are doing it. But then they wouldn't have enough time to cook steaks to feed to their dogs and they wouldn't have enough time to betraid their cats. But Madison and Mojo and Muffin are with me. So maybe not all of us dogs enjoy fall. But humans are. My brother loves fall because for him, the climate is just right. He has very high durability scores. But there's no time for that stuff. So on one of the ast days of summer, I was just chewing on my lucky bone. It was so fun. Just digging my tough teeth into the outer, yet inner layers of the tasty bone. I hope to rip through it some day.

So anyways, Madison and Mojo came by. "What're you doing Lucy?" Mojo asked. "Trying to get as far away from guys as possible." I said between knaws while knawing my bone. "Can we watch you?" Madison asked. "No." I said. Then, I had an idea. I thought: if those kittens are locked in something like a cage or a brig, then they would regret it and shut up, and stay away from me. It was my best idea yet! Or was it? So I got Madison and Mojo distracted.

"Hey guys, look over there. It's a rare and sacred cat of some sort!" I said. "Cool!" Madison and Mojo marveled. Then, I put them in a small bag. I closed the bag shut tightly and tied with rope. Then I released the cats, but they were released in a brig, where they were locked in. I destroyed the key so they couldn't exit. And with that, I went back to my business. Bag in the brig, Madison and Mojo were struggling to survive.

"Lucy, this is a big mistake! You'd better let us out this very instant!" Mojo yelled. Nothing. "Well, let's just sit here." Mojo said. 10 seconds later, things were boring. "Okay, we have to squeeze out somehow." Madison said. She remembered that cats don't have really good collar bones, and that they squeeze through compact spaces. "Let me try squeezing these bars." Madison told Mojo. "Okay" Mojo aggreed. Madison inserted through the one of the spaces between some the bars of the brig. "I think it's working. Wait- it's working-IT'S WORKING, IT'S FAILING!" Madison cried. Her body got stuck in the brig. Some of her body and her head were stuck out of the brig, but Madison's behind, tail, and hind legs were still in the brig. "I'm stuck!" Madison complained. "Hang in there!" Mojo yelled. "I wish I was free! I dream that this won't again!" Madison cried in a sort of pensive mood.

Mojo tried to push Madison out. "I hear a sound. Some squeaking noise." Mojo said. "Be optimistic about it, because that means I'm getting un-stuck." Madison said in high hopes. Mojo harder. And Harder. AND HARDER. Then Madison was sent falling out of the brig.

"Now, how do you get me out?" Mojo asked. "I don't know, but good luck trying to." Madison said. And she left. "Well, at least Lucy has the key." Mojo said. "I hope so." Mojo then added...

Louisiana Lucy- An Almost Competely True Story

I'm a lousy cockapoo. But I may have to be a Cool one for a while. I guess it all started on a beautiful morning. I found out an amazing fact. I was going to Louisiana for vacation! It was going to be great. There was a Golden Retriever over there. His name was Rudy. My owners also told me that there were two cats: Patches and Cooper. I was looking forward to it. So later on, everyone in my family started packing. I decided that I needed to pack things, too. I could just stuff them in a small box and conceal it somewhere in the van. So I went to work.

I decided to get Madison and Mojo to help me pack. "Madison and Mojo, I need to help me pack for Louisiana. I turned to you guys because for one, Mojo is in very intelligent, and for two, Madison is-uhh-Cool. So help me now!" I demanded. The cats went to work. "Here's that toy you call 'Jack,' a loofa dog, and that chewy doggish-toy thingy that you love." Madison said. "And I gave you a photo album I found, one of those puffy balls that Madison and I always go bonkers for, and some lint I found in of our owner's old jeans pockets." Mojo said. "Thanks guys. Well, I guess it's bye." I said. I put all of my luggage in a small, cardboard, state-of-the-art box. I hugged the kittens bye. Then, I hid the box in the van.

It moved out the driveway, and we drove on the highway. I poked my head out of the window. The wind blew threw my ears. It gave me a feeling that Mojo would hate forever if he could. But I encourage him to like it a little bit. So anyways, we picked my Mom's Mom, and went on the highway for real. We drove all day. It was kind of boring. I went to sleep on a pillow Mom kept in the front of the van. It was comfy. It was covered in flowers. The background was a creamy, light, rich blue. It was a comfortable as it looked.

I was on hinker hooks to get to a Hotel. We finally went to a hotel. "Ahhhhhh, perfect!" I said when I set foot on the parking lot ground. I really was happy. I just went on the bed. The hotel was pet-friendly. That was a relief. Now, to save time, I'm not gonna tell you the details at the hotel. All I'll say is I did my daily morning walk, and I got a bath.

So I finally got to Louisiana the next day. It was very hot, just like most other southern states. I finally got inside. "Air conditioning-a bit more decent." I replied to myself. Then, I went to explore. Only his scent showed that Rudy lived here. But I couldn't find her. I was introduced to Rudy's family. They were real nice. I don't want to talk too much about them, for I didn't get permission to mention their names on a website.

I went into the family room. There were either couches placed against each other. High on the wall was a flat-screen TV. It had golf on for a huge portion of the vacation. I wasn't focused on furniture at that time. I was, however, focused on a seemingly tricolor cat. She looked pretty old. She bumped into a wall. "Are you okay? And who are you Patches or Cooper?" I asked. "I'm fine. It always happens. I'm Patches, and you must be some stranger animal." the cat said. "I think you're mistaken. I'm Lucy. And why did you bump into a wall?" I asked. "I am pretty old. And it was an accident. I'm blind. That is why I may be seemingly clumsy. But I think many younger pets don't care. I know this place a little more now that I've lived here for a pretty long time. So, Lucy, you may wonder where Cooper is. You'll see him later. Now if you'll excuse me, I must go. It's cat stuff." Patches explained. And she left the room.

I went to the kitchen. There was good stuff that looked like that was in stake. I wish we had "steak" for dinner. But we had turkey. At least it was meat. My owners chopped some turkey up into tiny pieces and served it to me. They combined the turkey with regular dry food. But they wet a little bit. If it's "overwett-ed" I don't care, but the food should be preferably wetted. I had fun for the rest of the day.

Then, it was time for me to go to sleep. I went in my kennel, and even though I was tempted to escape, and even though I knew how, I was too tired to escape. So I went to sleep. I dreamt that in my home state,everyone was so depressed and bored and clumsy. But when the Illinois people came to Louisiana, they transformed into a new mob of persons. They were- Terrific! Then, I woke up.

I went outside on the leash I used for walking. I needed my fresh air. My brother went on the computer for a long time. He and Dad were always wanting to be on it, but there was only room for one. I tried to work on this blog, but it was a doggie-no-no. I'm too messy, and they had a new desk, and that was where the computer was set, and the people who owned the new desk wanted it to be clean. I'm trying to work on my etiquette, so you get the idea. I went outside that afternoon.

There were two halves to the backyard. One half had the garage. I hadn't gone in there before. Not yet, anyways. It was a pretty compact space. I'm a land lover, so the only thing I may not completely have liked was the pool in the middle. The people loved it, obviously, but it was a big no-no for me. I may be part water retriever, but I know that I'd rather be on a jog with Dad than a swim with Mom. So I never bothered to go in there. The second half of the back yard was large. It had an old storage shed. There was a lot of grass, and space, with only a few large trees. It was perfect for running. I went to explore the second half of the yard. I saw an old Golden dog. He was medium-largish in size. The dog approached me. I thought: This must be Rudy. If it's a Golden than it had to be him! We sniffed each other. "Eh, the youngsters." Rudy mumbled. And he retreated instantly. "I thought he'd like me for certain!" I said to myself. I slowly walked inside. The day slowly went by. I spent all day lying on the couch.

Then the next day. The day after that was my brother's birthday on August 19th. There was cake, and presents and stuff. I wish that I could have chocolate, because the cake was chocolate, and chocolate is very deadly to dogs. My brother got something that seemed pretty useless to a dog. I think they call them Leegoes or Legos or something. My brother also got some game called Trouble. It seemed boring at first, considering it wasn't a toy for dogs. But then, it was kind of intriguing to watch him play it. Then, it was night again. The vacation I was having didn't seem fun to you at first when you were reading the previous paragraphs. But then things got interesting.

A cat with some blackish spots and a very pale, dark greeny sort of color with white patches came out one afternoon. I figured that if he wasn't bumping into walls, he wasn't Patches. So I pretty much knew it was Cooper. "Hello, uh- feline. I think you're Cooper. Patches told me about you." I said. "Yes, I am Cooper. I am very timid. This explains why you may not have seen me earlier when you got here on Day 1. Patches is sort of my only 'cat-friend.' She's the only cat around here to keep me company. We've been devoted toward each other for years. I've heard about you for quite a while before you got here, Lucy. I ave always wondered what you looked like. Believe me, I am kind of confident to see you." Cooper chattered. "Well, I've seen assorted pictures of you and Patches. Now that I've seen you, I can always use those pictures as memories." I told Cooper. "Well, Lucy, you are an odd one but I want to say, you interest me." Cooper said. And he left to hide, as he said he had a lack of an outgoing temperament.

So I left to my ways. I noticed the bugs in Louisiana were larger than the ones in Illinois. The nature in Louisiana was very different from the nature in Illinois. There were larger trees. There were also pine-tree like plants over there. But in Illinois, I could find maples and stuff, but not much. And the animals were completely opposite. I noticed dead armadillos on the highway on our way to Louisiana. I've never seen an armadillo, so it was pretty intriguing. I marveled at the backyard by looking out the large glass sliding window. Rudy has stayed outside for a while. 4 days, 3 nights! It must've been hard for him. So that night, his owners let him inside. I felt jealous from all of my attention going to Rudy, but I felt bad for him. I tried to bond with him again. I walked up to Rudy. "So Rudy, how's life up here? Is it fun? Do you ever have any interesting moments here?" I asked. "Life down here is fine, it's sort of fun and sometimes to answer the last question. Now please leave." Rudy said. I went away to the other room. I felt that maybe Rudy and I weren't meant to be together.

I let the next night pass by. Friday was the last day of my vacation. The morning went all right. Rudy was lying down on the carpet. He was in a placid mood. Bacon was served for the humans. I had dog food with ground up turkey again. It was pretty thrilling. In the afternoon, my owners got some very old boxes from the shed. There was a lot of nick-knacks. Mainly models or dishes, but they from when Mom was my age. Then, the day passed by again. Then, it got very dark out. Everyone started changing into their swimming suits. I realized they were going swimming. And I was going to have to go with. I didn't want to swim.

I realized that loving the family I love right now was a bad choice to make. I burnt the bridges behind me when I made that choice, and unless I loved swimming, that choice was a huge regret. There was some light that lit up the pool that changes different colors. But I was colorblind, so it wasn't anything I could really enjoy. It seemed a little cool though. My owners started to kick me in the pool. Closer and closer I went. The dusk darkness wasn't making me enjoyed.

3: Oh no, I was about to enter the pool.

2- Oh crap, I'm on the edge!

1-Helllllllp!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was down into the pool. I was swimming though. I was swimming! But I decided- You know- GET ME OUT OF HERE! "Help, I don't want to swim!" I yelled. My owners let me out. They went back to their fun, and went back to mine. I dried myself with a towel. My fun was lying on the couch while my owners' fun was swimming in a pool all night. I wrapped it up, and closed my eyes. It was going to be a long night. I slept through the entire night, however, and woke up on a Saturday morning. I was leaving that day.

My owner's re-loaded the van for the trip. I stayed in the van. Before I did that, I said quick good-bye to Ruby. "Rudy, we didn't know each other well, but I'll miss you so much!" I said as I hugged him. Rudy didn't reply back, but I wasn't bothered by that. We finally left near 8:30 or something. I poked my head out of the window. "I am a Louisiana Dog! Good-bye, Louisiana!!!!!" I screamed with decent pride. And we left. There was no rain. It was VERY cloudy. The skies were loaded with clouds. Left, right, up, down, even south west. But I was finally going home!

The hotel we went to was pretty cool. My owners left me in the van while they had dinner. I sat there. I looked at a picture of Rudy. "Oh Rudy, you were the best retriever I've ever met!" I said. I felt as if Rudy looked back at me in a happy way as if he was saying: "Lucy, you're a very sweet dog." I smiled. My owners unpacked for the hotel. I'm not going to talk about the hotel just to save time.

So anyways, when I got back home, I was stunned. "Madison, Mojo, I missed you!" I said when I saw them. "Lucy, we missed you, too!" Madison and Mojo said! We hugged each other. "Hey guys, let's go steal some human food- Louisiana style!" I said. "Alright!" Mojo cheered. And we all went. All I had to say then was it was great to get back home!

Madison, Mojo, and Patrick

(PATRICK-------->)

Well, man, I now know my life has been crazy. I've walked around the block during the cold, helped a cat with opera, gone in Michigan, and even Indiana, and now, had the kittens done the craziest thing ever known in the history of the cat!

It all started on a perfect Wednesday. The kittens were just hangin' around, while I was just chewing on the sofa. I drank once or twice from the toilet. Then, our owners came back from a certain errand. They said that they were going to the pet store or something. How was I supposed to know about what they were doing? They came back with a small, hollow box with breathing holes on each side. The small size-the breathing holes-the creature-like scent-there was something inside. And then, someone pulled out- an old cage? What was filling it with bedding all about. And when they opened the box, a small hamster emerged.

Madison and Mojo said that he was black and white, and that was nice because I lack color in my eyesight. It was a hamster, like said, and his name was none other than- "Patrick." "Hey-let's go look at the hamster!" Madison advised. "Okay!" Mojo said. And they ran off. Then, I remembered what Madison and Mojo did to the fish. I knew I had to stop them- so I ran off. I jumped on to my brother's bed, witch was the location of the hamster cage. "You kittens can't handle caring for such a fragile creature." I said. "Hamsters bite all the time anyways." "But we're hungry!" Mojo said. "I know what you two are up to- and that's trouble, no good, and trouble." I said "Besides, you cannot eat him." I said. "PLEASE!?" Mojo asked. "NO!" I snapped. "Also you can't even get access to him-his cage is securely shut." I said. "We'll show you, right Madison?" Mojo protested. "YEAH!" Madison said. This was a war between pooch and feline.

That night, the kittens played a dirty trick on me and Patrick while I was sleeping. They opened Patrick's cage-and let him go. But then they got in a deep sleep, because this took place 5 hours after midnight. But that morning, a terrible thing happened. Patrick got his way into the empty water pipes. "Hey, where's Patrick?" I said. I noticed that there were little footprints in the dust that is near the only way into the water pipes. That's how I knew Patrick was in the pipes. "Who should get our lunch-I mean brunch- I mean 'hamster!'" Madison asked. "Well, maybe we should rule you out because you want to eat the thing!" Mojo said. "Maybe I should rule YOU out, too, because you also want to eat him!" I snapped to Mojo. I knew that I could maybe fit in those pipes. But if I was the only one who wanted a successful rescue, then I should risk getting stuck in some stupid pipes.

So I squeezed myself in there. Down, down, down I went in a steep pipe. I finally landed. Dust flew everywhere. I heard Madison and Mojo's voices, echoing. "Let's go in the other water pipe entrances and see if we can find Patrick before Lucy does!" Mojo said. After I heard Madison say "OK", they set off. Those stupid cats. I should have known. I started to try to hurry up. "Patrick!" I called. I saw dust prints. "DUST PRINTS!" I said. I started to follow them. But I heard a voice. "HEY, look, dust prints!" Now, I knew I had to do something. But then, I saw Patrick, under my feet, in a hollow pipe under me. There was a small crevasse where I could fit my paw to grab Patrick. Soon, I grabbed him. Then, he bit me. Patrick's hamster species possess a tendency to usually redundantly bite and be mouthy. And hamsters have sharp teeth. So even though it hurt, I held tight. I jumped up another pipe. It was like an elevator. I found a pipe that went across,(in a left direction, where the pipe is going this way: -------->.)

Now the kittens would never find me. "Hey, look, maybe Patrick's up there, in that pipe that smells a lot like Lucy." A voice said. "Ohhh, I should get moving!" I quietly said to myself. I carried Patrick in an almost completely light grip.He was squeaking, and moving and struggling in my mouth. "Okay, okay you stupid hamster, I'm going as fast as I can!" I ran out of the exit, bumped into the wall, and ran back upstairs.

After I ran back upstairs, I put Patrick back. I made sure that it was cat-proof by putting a ton of layers of blue duct tape, put ropes around the cage, and even put on 14 and a half locks on it! Then I put Dreadlocks on it.

Soon, Patrick was safe, there was no doubt about it. But the kittens were gonna come out. So I blocked their only exit by nailing some wood on top of their exits. Well, at least Patrick was safe. But then again, I hoped the kittens could find their way out...

The Flood Horror-Part 3: Fortunate Floods, (Based on a REAL experience)

Previously on Flood Horror, experience II, the streets were flooded even more severely. And the kittens saw it for themselves. And then, I found out that later, this afternoon, heat was on its way. And even though I thought I was out of it, I was wrong. What was I gonna be in for? Is it still possible to get a walk? And will I be able to see Beaumont? Find out now on Flood Horror, part 3, Fortunate Floods, based on a REAL experience.

Well, It was finally back to normal. Birds chirping and all that stuff. But I was wrong. I did finally get to go on a walk, humidity levels high during the jog. My owner and I went on a long jog. Large puddles in the sidewalk didn't block me. I ran through them, as puddles, and waves of water and mud jumped into the air. And when I came back, it was bath time.

I got out of the bath 5 minutes later, and went on a car ride. Where? To the local river. It's always high during a situation like this, so we drove there, and it was pure ARC. ARC stands for American River Club. That river was massive in terms of height of water. We passed the pool. It was overflowing along with a nearby forest campsite, and front yard. We also got ice cream. It tasted like the texture of a Lhasa Apso, a dog part of the Shih-tzu mix. And then, the weather worsened. The wind got harsher. It was raining so hard, you couldn't see through the window due to the rain blockage. Once we got home, one of my sister, Sarah's friends came over.

And then, it happened: THE POWER WENT OUT. And man, that was the worst night I've ever been through. I watched to see the havoc. The streets weren't flooding. Earlier it went rain, heat, rain. Now it's raining. Mom got flashlights, set them all over the place, and lit candles in some places. The worst was now over, but then, I heard a large crackle sound. Then, a huge chunk of tree fell onto the neighbor's blue, shiny truck. Many people rushed to get the branches off. Somebody used an ax, and somebody else used a chainsaw, or whatever they had. But luckily, the truck still properly worked. But the tree people moved the branch onto our sidewalk. It didn't matter anyways.

So my sister's friend's older sister came over to find Sarah's friend, or in this case, her younger sister. They played this game where you answer all these gross questions like, "Would you rather eat food that a stranger just chewed on, or clean between the toes of a stranger with your tongue." So, let's not get there. Eventually, night REALLY came. All of Sarah's friends had left.

No air conditioning, it was HHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTT! The power went out, so until later, the air conditioning was permanently on what it was on when we still had the power: 76 degrees feherenheit. So it was very hot, Mom was sweldering, Sarah was sweating, my brother and Dad were scorching! Later on, at 1:00 in the morning, the TV came on.

"Hi, Chunk E. Genie- Uss here, we have expectancy of power for everyone in our state!" said the TV. "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled. Chunky Genius ment that the TV was on, and that the power was on! I was free at last!

So next time, if you have any Flood Horror happen to you, keep in mind that I probably had worse, so anyways, this is Lucy, and the Horror of the flood saying-

THE END...

...FOR NOW

The Flood Horror-Part 2: "Em"-Barking to the Flood, (Based on a true experience)

Previously, on the Flood horror, experience 2, night was complicated to sleep in. Storms raged, and I saw that the street was flooded, and the city was worst. And Chunky Genius made thing worse, too, and I started to lack a massive appetite. And now we continue.

I was crestfallen to find out about our street, because I was planning to go on a walk. And you know how much I love those things. So, I went upstairs, and this was where Madison and Mojo were. "Hey, guys, look up through the window." I suggested. So, they did. Outside of blizzards, ice storms, and cold temperatures, winter is my favorite season. I saw that the street had worsened as the water started to crawl towad the driveway. The basement had never flooded- YET!

Later on today, I was still flabbergasted that not only I couldn't walk, because there was supposed to be no rain, but I couldn't play with Beaumont. I wondered how Willie the toucan, Destany the chicken, Fuzzles the lemur, Mister the Giraffe and all of them were doing. But forget that, later on, it started to warm up and this time, I thought I was finaly done. But I was wrong.

(READ PART 3 OF THE OUTRAGEOUS ADVENTURE!)

The Flood Horror- The Rainy Season (Based on a real experience)

Well, I've come really far after coming here as a crude puppy. But that means consequences. A perfect example is a 3-part event that meant that I could die due to the lack of safe weather. It all started on a very hot day.

"I hope it will rain tomorrow, because I'm hot!" I said. Madison was panting. Mojo was- well, getting sunburns, because he's an American Shorthair, and he's was getting sunburned more easily. Well, that night, I made a big regret. It rained cats and dogs, or in this case, Coyotes, wolves, dingoes, tigers, cougars, lions, and German Shepherds. I was woken up to the sound of throbbing-loud thunder, and the sight of flashes of light, witch probably was lighting. I was scared. I frantically opened the curtains. The street was flooding. It was worst thsn last time! I was tired.

The next morning, the street was back to minor. But then, at around 11:00 AM, the thing looked like a river. Then, I saw the weather channel. "We have an expencency of tragic weather. In Chicago, we have major floodings, and we have reported basement floods." said the weather reporter, Chunk E. Genie-US, A.K.A, Chunky Genius. And I started to bark. I was due to have lunch, but I lost my appetite to fear.

(READ PART 2, THE FLOOD HORROR: PART 2)

The Animal Shelter Post- How to help animals in an easy way

You know about animal shelters. And, I, Lucy, want to talk about animal shelters. Animals come to the shelter due to cruel things happening to them. Cats are over weight, or are strays, dogs are beaten, and almost close to death. And then, they have to be trapped. It's a major problem. Wouldn't you ever want to help them? Adopt today at your local shelter. You may find a friend for life. Weather kanine or feline, one is waiting. Waiting to have a new, forever home. You can help. One adoption could mean anything. So don't be a couch potato. Act out now. Remember, these animals had a life of cruelty, and if you adopt, it may create an amazing feauture, and bond. Don't just sit there, adopt now! ":-)"- That's what an animal will be saying once he or she has been adopted. So act now, and adopt your furry friend today!

Your Average Geckos, (An almost Completely true story)

Phoenix and Sahara. They are so cool. And I guess that the okay names are, too. Geek and Santa, their old names are pretty cool names. It makes them average, outrageous, and cool. And one time, Sahara really did lay eggs. 2, actually. Phoenix has less spots than Sahara, and is bigger than her. That's a picture of Phoenix right there, in the left corner.

It started when Madison, Mojo and I were watching the geckos. "Ooooooooooooh, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I said, just draping myself by the bed nearest to the gecko habitat. I'm not completely colorblind. I can distinguish, gray, white, and black.

I was just relaxing, when all of a sudden, Phoenix bit Sahara, and wouldn't let go. "Crazy reptiles 911!" Mojo said. "How is that possible?" I said. "Oh, it just-is, I guess." Madison said.

Eventually, Sahara started to act weird. "Not normal!" Mojo said, looking at the geckos. Madison and I went to sleep, but Mojo stayed awake to watch the geckos. When Madison and I woke up, Mojo was all bouncy and excited. "IT HAPPENED, IT HAPPENED!!!!!!!!" Mojo yelled. Madison and I just looked at each other." Sahara layed two eggs!" Mojo said. "WOW, that's crazy!" I said. Madison fainted, so she had nothing to say. Sahara buried the eggs.

But still, we have come to wonder- what will happen between that 3 month long development of the eggs? We don't know, but we will tell you, but for now, we also don't know either.

Shaylee

One day, I, Lucy Love, was hanging out, until I heard my owners voice; "Lucy, time to kennel up!" That means that my owners are going somewhere, and I can't go. I overheard em' say a few things:

1. They were going to a relatives' house.
2. They owned a dog. She was medium- sized, wheaten-colored, groomed dog named Shaylee. I wondered who Shaylee was. Was she a dog who was just like that mutt one of my sister's friends used to have, or was she like me? I didn't know. Anyways, I decided to solve my mystery. I got a machine of some sort.

I started text messaging with Shaylee. I typed in: "WHO R U" Meaning Who are you? My reply was: "Shale" meaning Shaylee. Didn't help. So I typed in: "Tel mi!" Means: Tell me! I get this as a reply: "i tld u" Meaning I told you! I decided to just type "Get n wth t" meaning Get on with it! Reply: Good bi. Means Good Bye! Then, Shaylee sent me a "):-(" That meant B-A-D period. So we stopped text messaging. Naturally, Shaylee thought I was a stalker. And that's okay. You can never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever trust strangers. So, I decided to find Shaylee myself.

I asked Mojo to see if he knew where Shaylee lived. He was so SMART that he out SMARTed Madion and I, who hoped that one day we could be as SMART as Mojo to outSMART the SMART Mojo. I got Mojo. "MOOOJOOOOO!" I called. Mojo came to my side. "What is it Lucy?" Mojo asked. "Do you know where Shaylee lives?" I asked. "Yes, I overheard our owners talk about where Shaylee lived. Here's a map I made all about it." Mojo said, and he gave me a paw-drawn map. All I had to do is go near Carter's house, make a few turns, and I'd be there. So I dashed outside and started to run down the path toward Shaylee's house. I ran for tons of minutes. Every 3 minutes, I felt as if I was gonna collapse. But I didn't. I ran for so long, I KNEW I was gonna collapse. But nothing could do. I kept running. Then, I was cold. It started to turn out freezing. I decided that I was near Shaylee's. I looked at the map. And I knew that on my left, was the house of Shaylee.

But first, I saw an empty pond. I knew that I could relax in there. But when I got in the water, it was so cold, I thought all of my bones would pop out. I got out. The combination of wet fur and wind blowing through it, created a very cold feeling. I went in the house. It was medium-sized. "Shaylee?" I suddenly said. A medium-sized dog came toward me. She looked suspicious. I gulped. And then, the dog said: "Who are you?" I was shaking, but managed to squeak out "Lucy." Then, silence. Shaylee finally managed to say: "So, yer' Lucy, eh? I've heard about you, and I wanna know, who are you?" I was a little off guard. "Well, do you, well, uh- Do you know who- who Carter is? Well, I'm his cousin." I said. "Carter, huh? I guess you're safe, here, I'll show you around. " Shaylee said, and she led me outside.

There, was a pond, but it wasn't empty. It was filled with massive, countless koi-like fish. Goldfish, to be exact. "Hey, Lucy, this is the koi-pond, even though these are goldfish." Shaylee said. "Cool!" I said. I decided to take a "dip" and I dove into the water. It was very warm. "Shaylee, you need to try this out!" I said. "Okay!" Shaylee said, and she jumped into the water. The fish didn't seem to mind.

After a little "chill" in the koi pond, Shaylee and I looked around for a little bit. And we chatted. "So, how are things lately?" I asked. "Well, nothing much, and it's been the good life lately. Wanna steal some food? Carter showed me how to steal food the best way ever!" Shaylee replied. Carter never taught me that before. And he never told me that he taught Shaylee how to steel food. Shaylee went under the table. She made the most convincing face I have EVER seen. And she got food. HAM! I did what Carter taught me, and IT got me food. HAM and spinach. Leave the spinach to the terriers. I fed the spinach to Shaylee.

We had a great time, but we had to go later on. At least, I did. "Bye, Shaylee." I said. "See y'all!" Shaylee said. And that's the story of how I met Shaylee. And I hope this dog's future, is great.

Trapped in the Wraths of the Evil Groomer

Today was a big day for me. Madison and Mojo had just chased some rats outside. Now, the kittens were tired. They like to explore the mouse hole the rats used to live in. I wish I could fit in the mouse hole. Madison and Mojo said it was such an amazing place.

I decided to get a drink of water. So I did. And once I enjoy my drink, I'm alarmed. So I get a drink of water, and I hear this: "LUCY-POOCH, TIME TO GO TO THE GROOMER'S PLACE!!!!!" Oh-no! I remember my last visit to the groomer. I was put on a leash, and one end was strapped to my collar, and the other end was strapped to this pole-thingy. I have to stand still for about 45-65 minutes. When my fur-cut is done, I look like a guinea pig! Also, I have to say crammed in this cage until my owner comes to pick me up. I only see mutts and spaniels at my groomers. For a spaniel to be part of my mix, I don't mind, but I don't recall poodles ever being a kind of mutt. Anyway, being a cockapoo, I'm a lucky pooch. At least, I was, and now and I have to go to the groomer's.

So I get in the van to go on a car ride. I poke my small head out the window. The breeze blows through my shaggy, floppy, tear-shaped ears. They blow back. I stick my tongue out and wag my small, stubby tail. I feel good. But not when the car parked. I'm put on my leash, and though I slow down, making me have an awkward gait, I still don't like the groomer. I saw a cat on a leash. That cat was lucky she was a short hair. I decided that if I tugged my leash the opposite direction of the pet store, maybe I would go home! But when I tugged, I realized that not only was I doing that, I was killing myself. It's hard to breathe. The groomer has me survive, and this doesn't. So it's either back to the drawing board after this plan, or back to the groomer after last week. Well, I sadly had to go with the groomer idea.

So I went in. My Mom signs these sheets. Another mutt comes and later, another goes, and I spot a Cavalier King Charles walk towards the fish. Well, I was trapped. I decided to try to undo my leash. Nothing. Then, a groomer dropped her clipping scissors. I instantly grabbed them, and cut my leash in half. And I ditched that room. I ran to the middle of the pet store.

The birds were loud, the cats were meowing, the pooches were barking, and the fish were- uh- swimming. I saw the spaniel exit the pet store. I knew that I had to hide. So I did. I went behind the cockatoo cage.

Somebody walked by. I was caught! Then, I told a cockatoo I'd set him and all the birds free, if they could tell me a safe way out. The Cockatoo just squawked out: "OK" So I released the cockatoos and bishops, and lovebirds, bishops, and finches. I put the fish tanks on carts, and release the tarantulas, snakes, lizards, hermit crabs, tortoises, and meal worms by the ton. And I busted the cages that contained the felines, and the kennels that trap the canines. And we all set out. But the cockatoo told me how to get home. He just told me to go to the groomer's area.

I was reluctant, but did it anyways. So, I got stuck with the "Puppy cut", and in this case, it means I was shaved from paw to claw from head to tail, witch I seem to lack. So I hope Mom doesn't identify me as a bald pooch that was never even seen decency of fur and-well you get it.

But, Mom was expecting this, and I got a freebie car ride. But then, Madison came up to me and said: "Who are you! And what have you done to Lucy! I knew that it wasn't gonna be good, so I just sat on the couch, relaxed, and chewed on a bone.

Being bald-):-C, Happy ending- (:-D

The Madison and Mojo Show

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One, day, I, Lucy was having a great experience of being famous. It all started when I was outside with Madison and Mojo. We were just doing anything a couch potato could think of when he's on a treadmill- just sort of walk around, not doing much. We decided to run around, and then, Madison bounced into Beaumont. He had a shiny black coat. "Hey Beaumont, Wassup'?" I asked. "Oh, nothing much." said the Labrador. Then, a bulldog, a cat, and a macaw came out from from a certain corner. "

Who are those guys?" I asked. "That's the new camera crew I hired. That's Ryan, the Bulldog, Bob the cat, and Rural Banjo-macaw from the Thailand's depth's the macaw. A.K.A, Thailand." Beaumont said. "Well, what are they here for?" I asked. "Maybe it was for you, and the kittens?" Beaumont asked. "Really?" I asked. "Actually, yeah." Beaumont answered. So we all gathered Ryan, Bob and Rural Banjo Macaw From The Thailand's Depths, A.K.A, Thailand.

Madison and Mojo asked if they could do a TV show about them. That seemed pretty ridiculous, but when you're a dog, and you mess around with cats, your preference is to make sure you die, so I just reluctantly agreed with the kittens. I decided to teach Madison some bigger words, because Mojo always uses them, and if Madison doesn't know what they mean it can make us look like a dork. So I just told Madison to translate one sentence. I said: "I'm certain that one of the internal organs that you possess that your cranium cap is infested with let's your life function in a more decent and dignified matter, and is anyways useless when removed from it's proper spot." Madison just stood there. "Hello! Madison! I was saying that your brain, witch is inside your head, let's you do more stuff more easily in life, and you would be an idiot to not have a brain. "SQUAWWK! Brain make life function!" Thailand squawked.

This was gonna be hard. So I decided to teach Mojo little words. "Mojo!" I called. "What! I need some privacy so that way, may fragile, elegant personality can bond with the complicated areas of this show!" Mojo replied. "I just want to teach you unexpanded vocabulary." I said. "Fine!" Mojo said. "Mojo, translate this sentence: Sheep eat grass." I said. "Were you saying that the sheep, a vaguely framed, fragile animal, is an herbivore that uses it's digestive system to digest many pant specimen, such the very common grass type?" Mojo said, wondering. "Yes, Sheep eat grass, that's what I said." I explained.

Next, with Ryan's assistance, I need to make Madison and Mojo look beautiful. "Madison, you'll need some major makeups. So, I just trimmed her fur, fixed her eyes, shined her coat, curled her whiskers, pierce her ears, and brush her face. Then, Madison looked great. I did the same to Mojo. Ryan gave the kittens a bath. "You can't do this! Cat's can die from water! I hate water! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Mojo cried. But he got a thorough bath. Mixing tropical tangerine, Bubblicous bubblegum, Super scrumptious Strawberry, and Fruity aroma shampoos, Mojo smelled and shined cleaner than ever. We mixed Luxurious Lemon, Good grapes, and perfect parsnips shampoos to make Madison alpha- feline!

And now, Lights, Camera................................ ACTIIIIIIIIOOOOONNNNN! And the show began, with all the lines memorized, we started. I help a sign that said: "The Madison and Mojo show! Ep. 1-Cat chase" It started out with Madison and Mojo wrecking the house. I was chasing them. "COME BACK KITTIES!" I said. "Nice voice!" Ryan said, silently. The show kept going on and on. I loved the part when Madison and Mojo were supposed to spill open the dog treats to act as a distraction toward me. This show literally tasted great! At the end of the show, I held up a sign that said "CREDITS: Dog that that was chasing cats-Lucy. Cats- Madison and Mojo, and camera crew- Ryan, Bob, and Rural Banjo Macaw of Thailands Depths. We watched the trape. It came out good.

When it aired, it became a classic. "Beaumont, thanks for everything!" Madison and Mojo said. "Oh, no problem!" Beaumont said. "Let's make a 2nd episode!" Bob suggested. Madison and Mojo just looked at each other. "What's wrong with a 2nd episode?" I asked. "Oh- uh nothing, it's just that- well- WE DON'T WANT A BATH!" Mojo said.

And I knew that this show was gonna be hard, but classic. The kittens still love the Madison and Mojo show!

Rats!

(THE RAT!!!)

When we think about rats, we consider them as those brat-like rodents
that are furry and spread diseases and have those hairy pink and long tails. Well, rats are all of those things. And what if you had 40 trios of rats living in your house. With 120 rats living in my house, I have never considered rats the same way ever again.

It all began when Madison and Mojo were playing with the scratching post. Madison was on top of the scratching post, and when Mojo tipped over the scratching post, Madison came to her fall. "OWWWW!'' Madison said. "Are you okay Madison? It looks like you landed on something!" I said. Madison DID land on something. Madison got up. I saw what she landed on: an extra sharp, extra thorny, really healthy cactus. Madison landed on a cactus. "How did that get there?" Madison asked. Mojo and I shrugged.

We hoped it wasn't anything related to the trap. I looked around to see what or who had to do with this. I saw a long, pink tail, stick from under the couch. It wasn't Madison and Mojo's pink cat toy that was a mouse. The tail was thick, and looked way too real. "Uhhhh- Madison! MADISON! I think you have to see this!" I said. Madison AND Mojo saw it. "A RAT TAIL!" Mojo said. Then, we saw a rat scamper from under the couch. Then, I saw 119 more rats come from under the couch. They ran into a hole in the wall. "That must be where the rats live!'' I said. "We can't relax knowing that there's a mob of rats living in the house. There's 40 trios of those rats. We cannot live in a house with 120 RATS INHABITING IT!" Mojo yelled. "He's right! Come on, we're gonna make those rats move!" Madison said. Madison set up as many mousetraps as possible. But the rats were smarter than they looked. They didn't fall in any of the traps. "Come on you stupid rodents!" Madison said. "Maybe you need to be quiet, ya' know, just like fishing. "I will then, but those dorks that live in radioactive mouse holes will never fall for it!!!" Madison said. And they didn't. Now I was a little impatient. "RATS!!!!!!!" I finally yelled. I didn't care if the neighborhood will kill me for my racket, those rats are to blame. "Just how do we get those rats out of the house?" Mojo asked.

I noticed one of the mouse holes. It gave me an idea. "Madison, Mojo, spy on the rats! You can just squeeze in the holes, and we could communicate with walkie-talkies!" I said. ''Okay, this better just work!" Mojo said. He and Madison grabbed walkie-talkies, and went in the mouse holes. I took a peek. Madison and Mojo disappeared in the darkness. I tried to talk into the walkie-talkie. "Madison, what do you see?" I asked. I got a reply. "Mojo and I are in a skinny catacomb. The floors are wooden, and Mojo saw some cheese, and some spider webs." Madison said. I was hoping this was a good plan. Was it or was it a dorky plan? After 5 minutes passed by, Madison talked to me again. "We have located the rats, what do we do now?" I heard. I had an idea. "Madison, do you remember the way you came from?'' I asked. "Maybe, why?" Madison asked. "Just chase the rats out of the mouse hole, and chase them out the front door. I'll hold the front door open." I said. "Okay, we're on it!" Madison said.

So to recap, my pan was sort of simple. Chase the rats out of the mouse hole, and then chase them outside. Anyway, I held open the front door. 2-3 minutes later, Madison and Mojo were chasing a mob of rats. The plan was working.

Then, I started a coutdown.

"3" The rats were near the open door.

"2" Any second now!

"1" The rats are in front of the door!

"0" the rats ran outside. I didn't close the door until those rats were really far from here. "Yes! Those rats are finally gone!" Madison said. We were all glad.

Then, the phone rang. It was Ruby. I heard her say ,"LUCY, RESCUE ME! THERE ARE 40 TRIOS OF RATS IN MY HOUSE!" I sighed. "Here we go again!" I said.

A Day Well Slept

Madison and Mojo just haven't been getting the whole point of this! Point of what? Well, today, we were trying to play checkers, and Madison kept going on the red squares. You see, I'm trying to play a game and checkers, and it gets bothered by Madison's silly old tricks. Today, I just felt like sleeping. It was just that, I wasn't too occupied and happy. I was tired and bored. Don't think I'm faking it, Madison was getting old, and so were her stupid tricks. "Guys, look, Checkers maybe isn't your game, I'm gonna take a nap, and we'll see if we can play the challenging version of Monopoly." I said.

Well, I was sleepy enough that I couldn't even think too well. So I became that mutt-sort of thing, and lazily slept. Meanwhile, Madison and Mojo were at their own games. And not the checkers kind of games. "Lucy is such a lazy cockapoo, the mutt is so lazy.'' Mojo said. ''We should just act like some lazy mutts, being the stupid and dumb-witted couch potatoes we are!'' Madison said. "I think, Madison, you mean sleep like or with Lucy?" Mojo asked. "Yes, and the reason I want to is to see what Lucy is up to. Maybe she's saying all about our poor game skills." Madison said. Madison and Mojo jumped on the bed where I was sleeping. I didn't hear them. But then, Mojo jumped on my back. I only opened one eye, but still. "So, lazy, dumb-witted mutt, you hate our game skills!" Madison said.

"What are you doing?" I asked. "TELL US WHY YOU'RE SLEEPING!" Madison said. "Well- because the games were causing me stress, there's your reason!" I said, a little too fast. "Wait, we have to sleep with you first Lucy!" Mojo saud. He and Madison just slept. How weird.

Well, now I wouldn't have to play anymore games.

Top 10 list

TOP TEN REASONS WHY JELLYFISH AND AUSTRALIAN BAMBOO STRIPS DO NOT MIX...

1. Jellyfish are nothing but poisonous, and how do we view bamboo to be deadly?
2. Bamboo can be as long as a ruler, but the tentacles of a jellyfish are long.
3. Jellyfish are some of the most likely fish to fart. Plants don't fart, but fish fart.
4. Bamboo are green because the roots can blow up in a green gas, but jellyfish got their color from nature.
5. How much harm could a jellyfish do? LOTS.
6. Are dogs finding Australia cool? They find plants from Australia to be cool, but jellies are a dumb story.
7. We love to study about animals, but dogs love to eat grass and study the wonders of bamboo
8. So, Jellyfish are only famous because of NEMO. Bamboo is famous from Nature's best.
9. Tentacles- a weapon, leaves- anatomy dumbness of a plant.
10. How did the chicken cross the road without being hit by a car? Maybe the road was closed down. How did bamboo become a favorite food of pandas? Maybe pandas have eating disorders and bamboo can only cure the disorder. Why are jellyfish deadly? Too obvious.

Lucy and Daisy

One morning, I was sleeping in my kennel. And at around 6:15, the place started to get noisy, and that meant that the family was getting up. I got up too. Well, I just slept on the couch. Today was a special day today. Today was when my step sister, Daisy, was coming over. Our family was watching Daisy because Daisy's owners were going on vacation. Daisy was the same breed as me, only she was white, with honey-colored markings. Plus, Daisy was a little bigger than me. But having a step/half sister to my house would be great.

After a couple hours, Daisy came. "DAISY!" I cried. "LUCY!" Daisy cried. We hugged each other. Then, Madison and Mojo tumbled into us. "What are those- peculiar pets?" Daisy asked. "Those are cats!" I said. "You mean the cats who take over the world?" Daisy asked. "No, that was a movie, these are real, playful, cute, Un-evil cats. That's Madison, and that's Mojo." I said, emotionally. "Oh, uh, HI." Daisy said, though she didn't seem too enthusiastic about the cats.

"Daisy, let me show you around the house." I said. "This is the living room." I said. "Nice." Daisy said. "This is the dining room." I said. "Okay, I guess." Daisy said. "This is the kitchen." I said. "Not bad." Daisy said. "Here is the bathroom." I said. "That toilet water better be fresh." Daisy said. "That's my brother's room." I said. "That's cool, not boring, nor great." Daisy said. "That's my sister's room." I pointed. "Take it away!" Daisy said. "I don't like it either!" I said. "We aren't aloud upstairs." I said. "Oh, crud." said Daisy. "But we are allowed in the basement." I said. "Oh-YEAH!" Daisy said. And we went downstairs. "So, uh, whadda wanna do 'round here?" I asked. "Let's steal some beacon!" Daisy suggested.

So we went in the kitchen. It's harder to steal food than it looks. So when Mom dropped the food, Daisy and I would fight all over it. But when Mom left the finished baking the bacon, she left it on the counter, and we went down in the basement. The coast was clear, and we jumped onto the counter. Daisy got 20 and I got 20. We were full enough. But then, Mom made some cheeseburgers. "Let's do this!" Daisy said. By then, we knew we were overweight. We spent the entire afternoon stealing 10 pies, 9 cakes, 8 cups of coffee, 7 apples, 6 chocolates, 5 meatloaves, 4 bananas, 3 cheesecakes, 2 ice cream cones, and 1 piece of pork. But there was one thing left: THE WEDDING CAKE. Well, not for a wedding, but it was in the design of a wedding cake. But, separating us dogs from the cake, was a box. The box was trapping the wedding cake.

It was pretty much night by now. Daisy and I got in my kennel. We read a dog magazine. DOGS MONTHLY. It's a great magazine. And since 2 months have passed, I have two magazines. And we have 2 dogs, so Daisy and I both got to unite with our favorite source of reading. Daisy was just doing a crossword. So I flipped to the page with a crossword, and I got a sharpie. "Hey, Lucy, do you know the breed with a 6-letter-name that has a cat-like personality?" Daisy asked. "Oh, I think that's the Vizsla." I said. "Daisy, look at this picture!" I said. I wasn't on the crossword puzzle. I skipped to the comics page. There was a picture of my favorite dog show dog, Weasel. Then, there was the most, boring, Chalk. Before we could even do anything else, I had an idea. I opened up the fridge, and robbed all the food. It was a very good idea. Daisy and I read, and ate all night. Well, that was very fun.

Day came, and while tired, Daisy and I were still wide awake. We were ready to steal that wedding cake-like cake. This afternoon, it was opened. After lunch, our owners took the cake, put it back into box, and into the van. Luckily, we went on a car ride, so it didn't matter. It was a dessert for a picnic. Well, us dogs waited for our owners to be distracted. Well, some people they knew came by, and Daisy and I devoured that thing. And because home was near by, that's where we ran away to. "Alright, Daisy!" I said, happily. Daisy stayed for 8 more days, and then, she left. "Well, Daisy, I loved this experience!" I said. "So did I!" Daisy agreed. As Daisy went into her car, and she poked her head out the open car window, I felt bad for letting her go. But, she had a home, too. "Bye Daisy!" I yelled. "BYE LUCYYY!" Daisy screamed.

And once the car went out of sight, so did Daisy. I went up the front porch stairs, inside, and went on the couch. I was sad that Daisy was gone, but at least I'd be able to see him again.

Another Interview with Madison!

(Lucy interviews, Madison answers.)

Lucy: Hello, Madison. Today, I will interview you, and ask you the top 10 questions that I love to ask others.

Madison: I hope this interview is more interesting, Mojo's interview looked incredible. Well, I'm ready, and if you are, then spit the first question out.

Lucy: Well, Here is your first question: Do you like or dislike pop or soda, such as sierra mist, and diet pepsi, and sort of popular root beer?

Madison: Well, I hate root beer, but my favorite pop/soda is 7Up. But besides that, whine isn't my favorite thing to drink.

Lucy: Here is your 2nd question: Do you feel like some debates can be taken too far?

Madison: Well, history has taught us that debate can lead to war. About that slavery problem, that's what led to the Civil War, and the Revolutionary war is a fractured story I don't feel like talking about.

Lucy: If you could have only one type of meat, what kind would you have?

Madison: Pork, just like that other guy in the family.

Lucy: Do you feel like you share any traits with clouded leopards?

Madison: I don't know, but I do know that we both are types of cats.

Lucy: Is Mojo more highly intelligent than you?

Madison: Probably. Mojo probably has bigger brain than me!

Lucy: Are you a Cubs fan or a Sox fan or are neither?

Madison: Well, to me, it doesn't matter.

Lucy: If you were to study geometry or about the history of golfing, what subject would you rather study?

Madison: None of them.

Lucy: Do you like triple scoop ice cream topped with some supreme broccoli and lima beans?

Madison: Never! It's making me prone to vomit already or something!

Lucy: Are pancakes more like paradise to you?

Madison: Oh yeah, I love pancakes, but I love muffins to pieces!

Lucy: Are you ready to conclude the interview, because I am.

Madison: Yes!

Interview with Mojo

(Mojo= M, Lucy= L)

L. I am gonna interview Mojo, due to the unsuccessful interview that I did earlier with Madison.
Now, I will ask Mojo 10 questions. Starting with this one: Mojo, do you feel like your sister is a companion in your thoughts?

M. Well, Madison is a little more naughty at times, and she can be calm. Madison has two options: Graceful or crazy.

L. Are commercials boring for you, or do you find them entertaining?

M. Well, some commercials can be funny, but most of them are things that we don't need to know. I mean why would a cat need a car? Well, those car commercials are totally useless for me.

L. Are humans sort of weird creatures to you?

M. Well, no.

L. Do you have any interests in sports?

M. It depends. I'm good at no sport, but watching football can be intriguing to my opinion at times.

L. Are cats better than dogs?

M. Sometimes, because tigers are terrifying compared to terriers, but dachshunds from my point of view are dorks. But sometimes, they can be just as worse as each other. Like when you compare a leopard to a dingo, you know how bad it is.

L. When you improve on a certain subject, how do you feel?

M. The feelings always vary.

L. What TV show subjects do you find interesting?

M. I love comedy, facts, and especially science.

L. What kind of TV subjects do you find stupid and not entertaining?

M. Well, cartoons are okay, and I don't really cherish gross stuff, like some anatomy. But I hate commercials

L. Here is the final question: Are some interviews like this one taking forever?

M. Yes, let's stop this interview.

Interview with Madison

(Lucy asks questions, Madison answers them!)

Q. How are you doing?

A. I'm fine, well, you'd know, you live with me!

Q. So, Madison, I'm gonna interview ya', and here is your question at least, your first one. Are you ready?

A. Of course, I told you after you kicked Mojo away from your cage!

Q. Alright, so, Madison, are you feeling compatible with Mojo?

A. Of course I am! He's my brother!

Q. Do you prefer being long-haired?

A. I don't know! Short-hairs must be a little frigid because they don't have a thick coat to keep them warm.

Q. Do you have a favorite color or favorite colors?

A. Well, my top 3 favorite colors are red, pink, and gray, but my favorite out of all of these colors is red.

Q. Here is your final question, Madison: Is this interview a pain in the neck?

A. Well, do you wanna know what I think? I HATE THIS INTERVIEW!

Well, maybe Lucy can interview somebody else if it's possible, but until then, adios.

The Trap

Today, I was just walking around, when I saw something in the living room. It was a laundry basket, being held up by a dry-ease board, and inside was a walnut. I love walnuts. So, I grabbed the walnut, but then, my butt hit the dry ease board, and the dry-ease board fell down. Then, the laundry basket fell down on top of me. It was a trap. I was trapped. Of course, I got spooked and jumped! The laundry basket flew in the air. But who cares? I was free! So I went to sleep. The next day, when I woke up, the trap was set up again. Well, I was smart enough to never fall for that trap again! But what about the kittens. Mojo suddenly came along. I wasn't too surprised if he fell for the trap. Mojo felt like he was in that mood for playing. So when he saw the walnut, he thought that this was gonna be fun. So Mojo started to play around with the walnut, unaware of the trap. But when Mojo had the walnut hit the dry-ease board, and the trap fell down on Mojo. "Mojo, don't fall for that! It's a trap!!" I said. "How do I get out?" Mojo said. I forgot. I know how to become trapped, but I forgot how to escape the trap. "Mojo, I can't get you out!" I said. Mojo was probably scared. Then, Madison came by, and I decided to take advantage of that. "Madison, Mojo is stuck! Can you get him out?'' I asked. Madison decided to help. She lifted the trap, and Mojo was free. Madison and Mojo were still really scared of this trap, and they decided to make a run for it. I studied the trap. Did it harm anyone? Who set it up? And and why is is there? So many of my questions could be listed and go on forever. I left the trap alone, and when I saw it, it was set up again! And then, Madison and Mojo came by. Madison lost her control, slid across the floor, and knocked down the dry ease-board. Madison was trapped. "Ahh!!'' Madison cried. She was so scared. I don't blame her, this was her first time to be trapped. Mojo was scared of the trap, and so was I. "Madison, I'll let you out!" Mojo said. Mojo let Madison out, and ran away. Each time all of us looked away, the trap was set up again, and we kept on getting trapped. So that night, I decided to do some investigating. Madison and Mojo joined me. I didn't see anything. Well, I did see a walnut, a dry-ease board, and a laundry basket. "Mojo, be careful!" I said. But Mojo got himself trapped. He was afraid. "Mojo, we'll help you in the morning." Madison said. So Madison and I retreated. The next morning, I saw Mojo in the trap. He was shivering. "Mojo, I guess we have to get rid of the trap. We'll never solve the mystery, but at least we won't have to worry about the trap." I said. I got Mojo out of the trap, and decided to get rid of it. But I couldn't hide, destroy, or blow up the trap. So it remained deadly until it lasted. So the next day, I went to see that the trap was gone. "Madison! Mojo! Look, the trap is gone!" I said. Madison and Mojo couldn't believe it! "We have to find where the trap went!" Madison said. And as a search mounted, so did the suspicion. But then, it went to the end that Madison found the dry-ease board in the closet, Mojo found the walnut in the basement, and I found the laundry basket in the hall. So what happened? Well, nobody knows yet, but this story will always be a scary mystery to my heart.

Lucy, Madison and Mojo, and the Boating Trip

One day, I, Lucy Love was just relaxing. You know how calm and good it feels. I decided that relaxing was getting too old. Now I needed action. And the only place for action is beach. The opposite of sunbathing and tanning and on a shallow end of the water. Well, I do want to relax, but in an action-packed place. And because the waves were wild, I decided to go on a sailboat in a lake. Before I cold get my sunglasses, Mojo and Madison started to bug me.

"Can I come with you? I'll bring the iPod! And Mojo could carry the life preservers and life jackets and the sunglasses." Madison said. Madison and Mojo wanted nothing but to come with me. "If you shut up maybe I'll think it over." I said. So Madison and Mojo left. And so, just as I said, I thought it over. "An iPod? Life preserver? Life jackets?' I said to myself. I decided that it was worth it. I went to Madison and Mojo. "Okay, as long as you do bring an iPod, Life preservers, and Life jackets." I said. Madison and Mojo were psyched. So we all went to the lake. "We're gonna have to steal a sailboat!" I said. I built a plan. "Mojo, get that boat with the red and blue sail, and have Madison help you. I'll guide you." I said. Madison and Mojo got under the sailboat, lifted it up, and started to carry it all the way to the lake. And when the boat made it in the water, Madison and Mojo each put on a life jacket, and put the life preservers in the boat. I got the iPod, selected the song, "Who Let the Dogs out?'' and then, I got in the boat, put on a life jacket, and the wind blew. The sailboat started to proceed.

I saw that there was a fishing pole and bait in the boat. "Hey guys, we can go fishing!" I said. I turned off the iPod. I put some bait on the hook, and waited for a fish after casting the fishing pole. After a few minutes, I got a bite. ''Real it in!" Mojo said quietly. I started to get my bite, and started to real the fish in. And when I saw my catch come out of the water, I was bummed. "Well, I guess catching a boot is a lot of luck." Mojo said. I got the boot off of the hook, I looked inside to see all of these crayfish, fish, and shell. The boot contained all of the fish and stuff. "Hey guys, look inside the boot!" I said. Madison and Mojo peeked inside the boot. "Cool!" they said. I tried to fish again. But this time, I caught a suitcase. "Cool, a suitcase!" Mojo said. When I looked in the suitcase, I saw a couple of wet pieces of paper. "It's nothing much, but we can store all the fish in the suitcase!" Madison suggested. So we did.

The wind picked up, and the boat floated across the lake, and into the center of the lake. Then, the wind stopped. The sailboat didn't move. "We're casted away!" I said out loud. I didn't want to swim away. What if the suitcase sank? There was nothing to do. Then, the wind picked up. The boat was moving fast, now. But then, I hear Mojo saying: "A rock! We're gonna crash!" I saw a rock in the boat's path. I turned the iPod back on, and changed the song to,"Shake your booty." Then, the boat crashed into the rock, and started to slowly sink. I got the suitcase. It wasn't as heavy as it looked, so the kittens, and while I was carrying the suitcase, swam to shore.

I went home, and baked crayfish, and fish, and the shells were for Beaumont. Well, it was a happy ending for me. The fish weren't as good as the tender tastin' crayfish. All I know is that today was an awesome day!

Madison the Couch Potato

Today was an normal day like any other one. "I'm bored, you wanna build a random building" Mojo asked. "Sure, it's bad enough in here that I'm starting to die of being bored.'' Madison. I agreed. Who wouldn't wanna build a building anyway? It's fun.

So Madison, Mojo and I ran into the backyard to start the building. "Hmmm, I think we need to have a bulldozer." Mojo said. "Madison, may you please call the governor so we can have a jackhammer and a bulldozer and stuff like that?" Madison said "yes", and went in the house to call the governor.

Meanwhile, Mojo and I were digging up the backyard. You need a ground that is sort of covered in dirt for it to be an actual construction site, right? Well, Mojo thought so,and he got the place ready for the bulldozer, crane, scissor lifter, cement truck, and all that other crud. Madison didn't come outside for hours, but at first, Mojo thought that Madison was just chatting with the governor, but after another hour, when the backyard looked like a war zone that was all dirty, Mojo got suspicious. "I'll go check on Madison." I said to Mojo. So I went inside, only to see Madison taking a nap. I was infuriated. I kicked Madison in the butt, and stormed out of the house. "Madison is sleeping." I said. "SLEEPING??!!" Mojo yelled.

He was angry and just wanted 657 tons of steam to fly out of his ears. Mojo was so mad, his face was as red as torch red. Mojo was so mad, he wanted fur to fall of his body. I didn't want Mojo to go out of control. So I told him we should make the building from wood. And now, Mojo felt a little bit better. So we cut down the tree in the backyard, and then, the skeleton of the building was built. Now, the building needed an outside. So using no windows, and a wooden outside, there was only one thing left to do: the roof.

But we were out of wood, and we decided to get back at Madison. "We can use Madison's fur as the roof!" Mojo said. Mojo and I got some scissors, and started to cut off Madison's hair. When Madison was bald, completely, Mojo and went in the backyard, and made the roof out of Madison's fur. When Madison woke up, I heard her say some stuff. "Why is it so cold in here?" Madison asked. The heat was on 68 degrees Fahrenheit. Then, Madison felt her skin. "Wait a minute? I'm- BALD? AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Madison yelled.

Well, Madison learned her lesson today!

The Hot Dogs of Addiction

On an ordinary day, I was just livin' it out. On the couch with a bag of potato chips. I was just watching on Animal Planet about how cattle can be turned into meat. Anyway, I was yet again hungry! I had a ginger bread house, a corn dog, and maybe some ice cream. But today, Hot Dogs were the only thing that came to mind. I knew that stealing just one hot dog required major teamwork. So I made some phone calls. I told Carter he would need to help, I told Beaumont he had to help, I even had the kittens help out. Every dog I knew, Sandy, Nina, Betty, Ruby, and even some cats. And then I realized that I invited a mob of pets. Before anybody came, I saw a commercial that was saying,"Do you like hot dogs? Well, go to Billy Bob Joe's House of Hot dogs. We make and store all of our wonderful hot dogs in the Food Safe, so don't try to steel the hot dogs or anything! But come and eat, hang out, and love at Billy Bob Joe's house of Hot Dogs!"

I realized that stealing these hot dogs would be easy with about 19 pets! I even had Willie, Mister, Fuzzles, and Destiny help. And once all of the pets came to my house, I told them about the Hot Dogs. And after that, the croud of animals charged to the Hot Dog area. We all kept traveling until we came by a building. It was a hot dog, with doors, and had a sign in one of the windows that read,"BILLY BOB JOE'S HOUSE OF HOT DOGS." "Wow!" I said. I saw another sign that read, "We are always closed on Fridays, sorry." Friday? Today was Friday. This was gonna be easier than I planned. I shouted out orders, but then I forgot that, when a place is closed, they lock it up.

So then I said,"Wait! We have to get inside!" The windows would fail, the doors were locked, and there was no secret passage. But then I saw a ladder that led to the roof. "Guys, climb that ladder!" I shouted. They did. And so did I. I tried to figure out how to get inside from there. I saw a trapdoor, and when I opened it, I saw a passage way, that looked like a slide if you went down it. After the mob of pets, and me, we went down the "slide", we came out of the slide and landed in a soft pile of food. "Where are we?" Madison asked. It was remarkable how Mister made it into the slide. "We must be in the food safe!" said Mister. There was a huge pile of hot dogs. North, South, East, West of the room, we saw Hot dogs. Now, to steal the Hot Dogs, I gave everybody a sack to put some hot dogs in. Each pet would carry at least one sack full of Hot Dogs. So everybody got to work, including me. It took 4 whole hours to get the hot dogs, but we did it!

We got out of the building, and once we were home, it was dinner time! The Hot dogs were the best I ever ate! And if ever one day, you want a Hot Dog, you'll know the story of why Billiy Bob Joe ran out of Hot Dogs!

Haiku from Lucy, a Short Poem

I love to bark loud!

I love to bark really proud!

I love to bark loud!

Friday, The 13th!

(THE BROKEN MIRROR! 7 YEARS OF BAD LUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Today was an ordinary day. I wake up, and look at my Brother's calender. He had some things marked on the calendar. Spring Break, some TV shows he wants to watch, and even when Girl Scouts was founded. I saw that today was Friday. But then I saw that the date was, "FRIDAY, MARCH, 13,2009." Okay, Friday the 13th" this is really bad stuff. It got My Brother real good since, in his life, has broken 2 mirrors. I hoped I wouldn't do this. But knowing Friday the 13th, anything is possible.

I went to Madison. She was hanging out with Willie the Toucan, Mister the giraffe, Fuzzles the lemur, and the now, non-rabid, Destiny the chicken. Destiny was talking to Madison. "Is it a-um-Fox?" asked Willie. "What are you guys doing?" I asked. "20 Questions." Madison said. You see, we were all hangin' out by the kitchen window, and that was when I leaned on the window with so much force, I fell right down the window, outside, landing on the driveway, and almost dying.

Willie and Destiny ran towards me. "Willie-howwwww nnnnniiiiccce toooooo seeeeeeeeee yyyyyyyyyyyouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" I said slowly. "You don't look so good!" Willie squawked. "Youuuuuuuuuuurrrr rrrriiiightt, IIIIIIIIII donnnnnnnnnnnn't ffffffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelllllllll toooooooooooo goood!" I said. Then, I closed my eyes. "She's dead!" Destiny cried. "This is just too sad!" I didn't know this, but they took me, and buried me. They thought that I was dead. But when I came too, I was like,"What the heck?" I saw a root, and then that's when I found out I was buried alive! I managed to dig my way out.

When I was above ground, I was covered in mud, dirt, and earth worms. Plus, I couldn't see behind all of this dirt that was on my eyes. So I was running around. Into my house. "The ZOMBIE!" Madison yelled. I ran around, and I tripped on a worm that fell to the floor. I slid across the floor, and I slammed into a mirror. It shattered, just after I got out of the way. Mud few everywhere, and worms covered the bureaus. I was covered in few mud by now, but I broke a mirror. Oh, my luck. "Madison-Mojo!" I cried. "DIE ZOMBIE, DIE!" is all I heard, and somebody wacked me with a bat, because they thought I was a zombie."Guys, I'm alive, I am not a zombie, I swear to the inner interior of the interrior of my crossed heart!" I said. Silence. "I believe you!" Madison said.

So the bad luck was over. And hopefully, so was Friday the 13th!