Pack Leader

This new dog is not going to be mine. I don't even think this dog likes me. I am doing everything I can to make this dog like me! Oooh how I would like to have a new friend. Look my tail is up! My head is lower than yours! Ow ow ow ow you do not have to bite my butt! Well I will just sit here by the person that brought me here. Maybe she will put me back in the car and we can move without walking. I liked that.

My eyes are very heavy. Now that I think about it, I haven't slept since i laid down on the cold metal table in the room that smelled like alcohol. But I can't sleep, last time I fell asleep I woke up missing something....I'm still not sure what it is, but I know something is missing.

Holy Hell!

I can't believe...I don't even know what...well let me try to explain. I'm taken out of the small cold box and into a warmer larger box. But this box makes the trees move by...BUT MY LEGS ARE STILL! This warm box stops, I am lead into a building that smells of alcohol, but not the kind that makes a mans eyes glossy and voice that can be heard from 3 buildings away, but a kind that is not so familiar to me.

Then I fall asleep....I don't know what happened, but I hurt. And my need to claim every corner and bush for myself has subsided. Oh please once I completely wake up, give me the need to claim all the land that I walk across!

 

I am led towards the door that I came in, and the rope attached to my neck is given to a woman...there is something familiar about this woman....oh yes, she and the man she is with came and took me out of my cold box. It was nice, I got to go outside with them. I gave her lots of kisses letting her know that I prefer to be outside rather than in the cold box. They are talking to me as I am led to their warm box..."car" and "new home" are the noises that these people keep making.  I jump into their warm box, it is much nicer than the one I was in before. 

I am in the warm box much longer than before. We move passed many trees and buildings and before long, I do not recognize any of these smells. These people smell ok, and I can smell that they have eaten hamburgers in this warm box. Perhaps that is what they will get for me. Since they smell good, I will wait. Besides, I need a nap before I am able to explore this new area. 

We stop and they repeat the sounds "new home" again. I get out of the warm box they call car and enter the "new home." It is not like anything I have been in before. The ground beneath me is soft and warm. I smell....what is that.....DOG! There is another dog here, but I can't see it. I must find it and make it mine.

Lack of Running Space

I have been in the small cold box for several sleeps now. Although I am consistently given meals, I'm not so happy that I can't smell the grass, see the stars, or eat those delicious treasures I dig out of the plastic boxes set out in the street for me. Not to mention the guy next to me is anxiously barking at something, yet I haven't figured out what yet. I'm sure if I join in the yapping whatever is supposed to happen will happen sooner.