Day 13: YOU can die in there! The house is screaming!

I added a comment to my post yesterday. It made me think, yea, lets put that on for tomorrow! (This post a day thing is working out well so far, ask me in February and we will see. Haha! Digression first thing! Boy, I am on the ball or I just have to pee really bad. Who knows.)

You all heard the smoke alarm from the crispy bacon. It happens. Every single person who cooks on a regular basis has burnt SOMETHING in their lives. Whether intentional or you fell asleep on it, people are human and chit happens. Get over it. However, should you be a cooking goddess (or god) then maybe not. I just do not believe there is such a thing. Even the Nazi Chef on TV burnt at least one thing before he became a professional screecher. Back to the bacon.....Yes....bacon. The smoke alarm goes off. Yes, we are safety freaks here and there are about a million of them in the house and they are wired into the house so even if one goes off the ENTIRE HOUSE can be heard for miles around. (I can tell you that every single person on my street has done this too. Cal, the kiddos and I will be outside playing ball and you will HEAR it. We just look at each other and go "Well, so and so is cookin and they flucked up! Well, not the kiddos but you get it. I digress......again.)

Wow, it is taking me a hot minute to get to the point huh? Glad you are still with me. :)

So, off the kiddos and I run to fan the smoke alarms and get them to shut up. I felt that it was not moving along fast enough and I went to the door to use it to fan some of the smoke out of the house. As soon as I open the door, our elder dog shoots out to the porch and turns to look at me. I nearly smashed her with the door. I was not looking and I was like O.o....WTH!?!?  I look on the porch and she is standing about three (3) feet out looking at me.

Her eyes spoke to me.

"Hun, YOU can stay in there all you want! The house is SCREAMING! You always tell the little people that if the house screams to run outside. Well, I was first and here I am. I am NOT going to die in the screaming house. However, I have one query....WAT DAFUQ DO YOU WANT ME TO DO NOW THAT I AM OUT HERE!"

I stood there and took that in for a moment. I may even have been mesmerized. What brought me back to reality was when the smoke alarms stopped. I don't think I even waved the door after elder dog shot out to the porch. My next thought was "Where is the younger dog?"  Of course her scary tail was in the cage like WTH!!!  Eyes bulging out. I don't think she has ever heard the smoke alarms before. Ayup. She'll be the first dumb blonde to die in a scary movie. Only...she is not blonde, she is brown and even has a five o'clock shadow. Hrmmmm....

After the house stopped screaming, elder dog was like "Ok, Its all over, lemme in!" Then she continued to lay down in her spot like nothing happened.

Silly dog.

What do YOU think?

Her saving story.

I was all ready to go home with my new family. My mommy told me that is just what dogs do and she told me that I would be taken care of. This was a new chapter in my life and I was really looking forward to what new adventures I would embark upon with my new family.  I was brought to this big house and they kept me inside. I had to learn how to go outside and that was ok.  There were lots of children.  This was going to be great!  While it was noisy, it was nice to be loved and the children could not get enough of my attention.  But then something changed.  There came this new dog. She looked white as snow and she got bigger than me fast.  We ended up being put in a cage by the front door.  I looked forward to being put out by the tree where I can stretch my legs and see the world outside my little cage.  I would spend all day out there and it was not so bad because I could still see the children and there were other children too.  Life was still good. Sometimes I knocked my water or food over and it would be a while before someone checked on that but it was ok. Life was still good here for me. 

The next thing that happened was the fluffy dog went away and a new dog came. He was little like me but had long hair and was not a puppy like me.  We stayed on the porch for a while but then our cages were moved behind the house.  We would spend all night and most of the day in our cages. It was still not so bad. Only when it rained and was cold.  We slept a lot and got let out most days. I had a chair I could sit under and I had my water and food then.  I was starting to think that there should be more to life than this, but, then again, I was being taken care of and it is not so bad.  I don't think.  What I didn't like was that, when it rained, my cage got water. My people tried to put something on top of the cage but it did not keep the water out and they didn't come see me so much. Most afternoons, they would let us out but when me and the hairy dog would try to talk to our people (who were at the front of the house) they would not come and see us.  Sometimes one of them would come and talk to me but not for long and sometimes there were mean children who would come and tease us.  There were people in other houses nearby and they would talk to me and I would talk back but it was not so happy anymore. I started to get sad. I tried to be happy on most days. Especially the days I would go visit my chair.  The sun would be warm and it was not so bad. Not really. I dont think it was.   This is how life was for a really long time. I wondered if there were other things to do. I seen a white dog next door and she would run around and be free. Ah, to be able to run like that. Maybe that was just something my people did not think I needed but it would be wonderful.

Then, one day, my people came to me and they picked me up and gave me to that lady that lives next door. She smelled strange to me but had a warm loving grasp. My people said bye to me and patted me on the head. I wondered what was going to happen to my friend. What was happening to me?  This lady, I had seen her before playing with the dog next door. She always cleaned the yard over there. She also always talked to me. How did she know that was what my people called me?  She immediately took me into the house where I see the dog next door come close to. She put me in water and I was terrified but it was clean water and it did not have a funny smell to it. Well, until she put this green stuff on me that turned fluffy white like clouds. I was really scared and did not want to be in that box anymore with the water. I did find that her voice was soothing to me and she held me with those nice, gentle paws that people have.  I was not long in that watery place before she took me out and wrapped me in this soft warm thing. It took all the water away and she took my ratted collar off me. I was glad to be rid of that thing. It was itchy and smelly. Wait. The water place took away the itches I had! Wow! I was given food and allowed to roam about the house. This is nice. It feels perfect in here. I even was allowed to meet the dog that I had watched for so long from afar.

These people had little people who played with me and guess what?  I got to run free in that yard just like the white dog and I have a new friend!  These new people call me Mollie just like my old people did and my friend is called Roxie. This is great! I love my new place. I have a blanket and am not left alone all the time in a little box. I get to run free in the yard and it has toys and is so clean! Sometimes I see my people from before. Most of the time they don't see me but when they do they wave. I try to tell them to come see me so I can tell them how great things are but they do not seem to be too interested. Sometimes I will even forget who they are and bark. I try not to forget but I am so busy being with my new people that I cant keep it in my mind who they are. I guess they will always be there. I cannot dwell on the past. I have loyalty here. I am loved. I am fed. I am warm. I am special.

Life is good. Make the best of it.