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