Day Two

I have decided to do my time here and wait till Sonia comes to get me. She will straighten all this out I’m sure.

Meanwhile, I guess things could be worse. In fact, in some ways, they’ve taken a turn for the better. For one thing after a few secretive attempts (I refuse to look silly when they are watching), I discovered that I CAN actually make it up onto the couch, and it’s actually the perfect place for a snooze. I am passing some time there quite comfortably.

The walks continue to be quite pleasant, and when on the leash I experience a temporary illusion that these two idiots I’m stuck with know what they’re doing. Perhaps I am becoming institutionalized – I read somewhere about falling in love with your jailers – so I must stay vigilant on that score.

It won’t be too hard, because I still endure plenty of torture. They have attached a “ball and chain” to my collar which I wear at all times unless outside. It means that they can grab me whenever they want – I guess they got a wee bit nervous after the biting episode on day one (ha ha…don’t mess with the Izzster!). They are also stupid. Who who toss a bunch of keys right down next to someone small like me? They still haven’t realized just how scared I am of doors. Speaking of which – the worst thing they do is take us all into this stupid  goddamn box every time we go in or outside. It’s nauseating. We all have to step into it (sometimes with STRANGERS!!!) and then these massive doors close BY THEMSELVES!!! Then there is a horrible kind of sinking feeling, then those big shiny doors suck open. I have tried and tried to convince them of the stupidity of this performance. JUST GO OUTSIDE ALREADY!! I say in my head and try to pull them that way. But NO!! They just keep on doing the same thing. Creatures of habit I guess.

There was an interesting outing. Off in the car (of course I am in solitary in my crate with the other dog on the outside – no justice in the slammer), then into a building with lots of other dogs. One of them was about to get me and he was HUGE, let me tell you. He was pretending to do the whole “Oh I just want to play” thing, but all the time he was eying me up like a bar snack. Well I showed him alright. If one of the stupids hadn’t had me on a pretty tight leash, he’d be sniffing with half a nose right now. Haha! Shoulda seen him back off!!!

I felt strangely calm but also rather tired after that. We went into a big room and there were two other dogs, and they and Bella got to play. It was a weird playing – going up and down ramps and through tunnels and jumping over things, but boy – those other stupid mutts ate it up. They couldn’t wait to get out there. I could have done that too, probably better even, but me and one of the stupids decided to sit it out. For once, it was almost pleasant to have one of them close – at one point she was scritching at my ears – not like the vet does – more of a gentle friendly scritching.

We’ll see. Maybe if I wait this out, they’ll take off the ball and chain

Day One in Alcatraz

There has been a huge mistake.

Sonia put me in the WRONG CAR after our walk with all the other Little Paws rescue dogs and I have ended up imprisoned by homicidal maniacs, who bare their teeth at me constantly  and watch me like hawks, waiting to pounce. There is another dog here. She seems totally unaware of the danger we are in (perhaps drugged or brainwashed?). The only thing from Sonia’s house was my crate and that provides no relief from the constant psychological and physical torture. After dinner (which I did eat in a hurry [they are wily enough to feed us lovely raw meat, these  creatures <and I was sooo hungry>]), one of them came with the leash, and well I WANTED to, because that was what Sonia did before a walk and I really needed to pee, but I JUST COULDN’T let them come that close to me and when one of them made a grab for my collar THAT WAS IT. I headed into the crate, but of course was unable to close the door behind me.

So then there was a big unpleasantness. I lost it. She should have BACKED OFF when I showed all my teeth. And those gardening gloves were scary. So I did bite her and I thought I would die, but clearly I am still here. It is all a bit blurry. I remember lots of scrabbling and snapping and I heard some very bad words, words that Sonia only said that one time early on (let’s not go into it). Blackness descended for a while, but then, there was a walk.

It was dark so I couldn’t watch out for monsters too well which was worrying but at least I got to PEE. After all that, frankly, I was exhausted. When we got back to the prison, I noticed a rather comfy bed in front of the fire, and climbed into it and shut my eyes. Just for a second….