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

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!