Ode to Mojo- By Lucy

Magnificent, Marvelous Mojo, Oh how I adore Mojo, He's lovely and purring and amazing and comforting. Every day, When I go to sleep, I think of cuddly Mojo From the day he came To the day of today, I have always loved that Purr-fect cat. He has a nice, plump tummy. With Silky fur and an affectionate temper, It's just too hard to resist this feline. His craving for cat food, For all favors of all kind. Fish, Turkey, and So Much More! We imagine Mojo's a super hero. His mortal rival is his enemy nemesis! Our cat named Flanders is called "Tabby Enemy." Every night, He goes in the cat bed All tired and exhausted. I cuddle next to the cat bed. Good Night, sweet, sweet Mojo. COMMENTS Madison08- Why didn't you make an ode about me?!! MojoMan2- Thanks for that poem! I never knew you thought of me that way. FlandersTheStalker246- What makes you think I'm EVIL??!!!

Hamster in the House

(Patrick's house) Remember the blog post, "Madison, Mojo, and Patrick"? Well, Patrick is in this blog post, and he gets his own HOUSE. See how in "Hamster in the House."



Mojo was doing what he typically does: Sleeping and playing and eating. The new family cat, Flanders from my previous post, was doing what he typically does: Sit by Patrick's cage. I went over by Flanders. "I noticed that it must be boring to be stuck in a puny cage and just sleep and go to the bathroom and then eat and then go on a wheel and then go to sleep again!" Flanders said. "You're feeling SORRY for that hamster?" I asked to Flanders. "Yeah, he should get his own house to live in like us!" Flanders replied. I was thinking exactly what Flanders was thinking and I really didn't like it.

"Get Madison and Mojo to stretch that cage up to the ceiling!" Flanders demanded. "MADDIE! MOHITO'" I called. The two cats came to me as fast as iron and a magnet! "Stretch that cage up to the ceiling!" I commanded. Madison and Mojo grabbed the cage and jumped. And the cage acted like clay and bounced up with the two cats. "Now we all must work hard to make that cage a magnificent hamster mansion! Use furniture for the doll house, use stuff similar to furniture, I don't care! And add an extra level to the cage!" Flanders demanded!


I went to the sister's room and found some doll house furniture. A bed, a couch, a desk, a table, chairs, a toilet, a sink, and even some bean bags! I gave them to Flanders, who was adding walls to Patrick's cage. "Amazing, can you go get Patrick's electricity ready?" asked Flanders. "Yes Master." I said. I just got two balloons and rubbed them together and connected those to the cage. The static electricity was enough as electricty to Patrick.

Madison was using everyday materials for furniture. A small block of wood made a perfect counter, and bottle caps were the perfect size for toadstools. A CD made a perfect circular carpet or a dance floor. A cotton ball was great for a bean bag! A plugged in lightbulb was great for a lamp! Patches were perfect for carpets! Madison used that brain really well. "Here you go, Royal Flanders." Madison said. Flanders saw the block of wood, bottle caps, CD, cottonball, lightbulb, and patches. "I need MORE!" Flanders said. "This is good enough you labour-demanding king!" Madison said. She went to rest.

Mojo was picking out the paint. Maybe something as yellow as the sunlight. Maybe something as blue as the sky. Maybe something red as blood. Or even a color green as leaves! "Well I can't decide between yellow, red, green, or blue! Maybe some purple will do it. So Mojo used purple. But he couldn't decide if he wanted to use light purple or dark purple. "Maybe a combination of both will do." Mojo said. So he got both shades of purple, and left the paint shop. He turned in the purple paints to Flanders. "Good, now get me another color for the floor. Poor Mojo wasted hours deciding for the floor color. Poor Mohito'.

All that work was worth it. The hamster had a house! Flanders loved it! He worked for days on the roof and doors and windows. Now today, when you look at the cage house, you may be thinking: "Wow" or "What the heck?" But let me tell you that house will stand there for future generations of the hamsters to come.

Mojo's Rabies And The New Family's Flanders With the MamaReptile!

<--(Mojo has rabies, Flanders!)

This is the story of a cat named Mojo, a hamster named Patrick, Another cat
named Madison, Me, Lucy, two geckos, and a baby on the way, and a new pet....

So one day, 3 things all happened at once. 3 peculiar things...very peculiar. I was there, sleeping, or maybe I was just chewing on that bratty Webkinz crap. Anyways, a fluffy paw tapped on my back. It wasn't extremely fluffy like Madison, and Mojo never wakes me up... I opened my eyes to see a cat. "My name is Flanders, and I am proud stalker of all cats!" He said. I couldn't believe it... a white and orange tabby cat. Madison and Mojo weren't there, so I decided that I could show him the roots of his new home.

The Tour: "This is the hamster, Patrick" I said as we went past the little rodent's cage. "I'll show you Madison and Mohito' later." I told Flanders. Then, I went to show Flanders the two geckos, Husband and Wife, Phoenix and Sahara, or Geek and Santa! Anyways, I was about to open the habitat so Flanders could see the geckos. Then, I saw something! It was exactly what I thought it was! But I couldn't believe I was seeing it! There it was! An EGG!!!

That Trooper Gecko has been pregnant for 6 months, and she DIDN'T tell me before she gave birth! Now I had to incubate it! I grabbed an empty coffee cup and filled it with some of that stringy stuff from the Easter basket. I breathed hot air on it an placed it into the coffee cup with the stringy thingies. "Flanders, I know you're new, but you'll to sit on the egg and keep it
warm!" I said. I actually said that because believe me, who wants to spend all day sitting on an egg?

I was relaxing- no cats, no having to worry about the egg, and no nothing! But then I heard a SCRREEEEEEEEEECHHH-OWWWW!!! It was relaxing while it lasted. Mojo came out all rancid, furious and psychodic! Madison came dashing toward me and quickly said: "Mojo got bitten by a rabid raccoon, now he's all crazy, and if I were you, I'd RUN" Mojo came dashing toward us! I was scared and didn't know what to do! I was frozen in panic. And then, Mojo was about to pounce and bite! I was still frozen! Madison grabbed my head and dragged me upstairs. We locked the door leading upstairs! But Mojo was scared!

Meanwhile, Flanders was on the egg. Then, he felt it move. He got off of it- it hatched. A tiny gecko was born. Now, when geckos lay their eggs in the wild, they bury them and let the eggs hatch on their own. If they're together, trouble could happen. The little baby went toward the habitat. "No little trooper, I'm your new dad, and I say that sandbox in a glass tank is not for you!" Flanders scooped up the baby and looked into it's eyes. They were dragon-like. And dragon meant- something- Flanders didn't know. Then Flanders remembered there was this video game about the dude named Spyro the dragon. That purple dude who breathes out earth and ice and fire and lightning. So, Flanders named it "Spyro."

"Do you know any hiding spots upstairs?" I asked. "Let's take out the floorboards and cover it with the laundry basket!" Madison advised. We got to work, and just in time! Mojo must've busted the door and he came rampaging up the room! Madison and I had to pretend we were rocks. Then I had an itch! I HAD to scratch! And then when I did. *CHUCK!!* The two of us fell through the living room ceiling which was downstairs. But we landed on the couch. "We might be safe for now." I said. Madison and I held each other tightly.

Flanders and Spyro were going upstairs, and they didn't know what was up there! "Spyro, there's this thing called life. You're living it right now. Life has an ending sometimes. And I won't let you die today." Flanders said. Spyro just blinked. Then, rabid Mojo came from the corner. "Oh, shoot!" Flanders cried. He saw a little part of the hole we made in the floor/ceiling. He moved the basket and dived. Madison and I saw Flanders. KA-PLUNK! right on the couch! I saw Spyro. "So, the egg hatched. Take care of it, Mojo's on the loose!" I warned.

Just then, Mojo came crashing down. Next thing I knew, m brain sizzled an idea! I grabbed a pill from the cabinet. "Oh rabid Mohito,' com get the treat! He swallowed it. He bit Madison! But I wasn't scared. That pill was rabies vaccine! The minute Mojo bit Madison, he wasn't rabid. Mojo was not talking. "Mojo, Mohito,' Mojo? MOJO!!" Madison, Flanders, and I yelled. "I. Was. Rabid. AWESOME!" Mojo finally replied! "He's back!" Madison cried. "HOORAY!" We all shouted!

Now, It's more different than ever. Flanders the new cat is the alpha-cat! Mojo now has a something he can tell his young kittens someday. Phoenix and Sahara were officially Moms and Dads! Life is new and life yesterday, was history. And one thing different- there's a hole in the ceiling...

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!