Today, the Master and the Mistress took me for a long, long ride.
Mother was apprehensive at first because Mistress started packing the green crate. She has experienced that same sort of feeling that she had before Pangga,Inday and Bunso were sent away. She was afraid that I might be sent away too.
Mother whined and even stood on her hind legs to help Mistress re-think that I should stay. I don't think Mistress even noticed her antics. The Baron did. He hit mother soundly with a broomstick that got mother whimpering in pain. Mistress ran to mother soothed her aching body with her soft patting. She also gave the Baron a scolding for hurting mother that bad.
Master and Mistress kept me in the crate lined with waterproof plastic and cotton cloth. They put my crate beside the Baron - which scared me to death. Probably Master wanted me to behave when I'm with them. Mistress put me in her lap after she had put on cheesecloth on her clothes.
I was a little offended. Could the mistress have assumed I might lose control of my bladder?
"This will keep your fur from sticking to my clothes, Utoy." Mistress reassured me.
When the big machine purred, I could feel the floor move underneath my paws. Mistress held me closely beside her soft, warm, tummy. I still felt giddy - I could feel my saliva froth in my mouth.
"Don't worry, Utoy, Riboy won't hurt you." she assured me as she wiped my frothy mouth. So Riboy must be the name of the big machine.
I crawled out of mistress' lap and onto her shoulder. She gladly let me stay there even though she had to restrain me at first. I felt her warm nape and the smell of her hair comforting. Her voice as she talked to the Master was like assuring. I drifted off to sleep for a while.
I awoke when a small hand grabbed my tail. It was the Baron's son. I never got to sleep again because I had to keep my tail underneath me.
When the Master chose to buy burgers for a fast lunch, I could not get myself to eat it. I was too thirsty to eat. Mistress allowed me to walk around a bit while they waited for the burgers to be served. After the burgers were eaten, we had to ride again and I was on Mistress' lap again.
When we got to our destination, they let me out of my crate. This new place we went to also had a lot of dogs. I can smell their scent - almost like Mama Meha's. I was also a little thirsty but the Mistress managed to give me ice cold (a treat!) water from a hairy wooden shell which reeked of dog smells.
I was not mistaken, because the resident dogs mobbed me - That's right, MOBBED me. There was this lean brownish gray dame with pointed ears but with kind brown eyes who sniffed my butt. I guess her pups, one male and the other female, followed her lead. But they bumped me and barked at me like I'm intruding their space.
When they saw my Mistress, the gray dog greeted her courteously in DogSpeak, "Mistress, you've come back for me!" as she licked Mistress' hands.
Mistress does not seem to understand the yearning of the gray dog to have her as Mistress again because she gave her my dog treats, which she ate greedily - not even giving her pups!
"Chiyo, this is Utoy, my pet." Mistress told the gray dog as she patted its head, "Utoy, this is Chiyo, Mama Meha's sister." Mistress turned to me
I cowered with fear at the look that the gray dog gave me. She realized that she's never going to be Mistress' pet anymore.
"So, you're the newbie, eh?" she hissed in DogSpeak, "When Mistress is through with you, you'll end up here too."
Then she left. I hid in my green crate. I think there's an event that the Mistress and Master celebrated with their pack. I knew because I saw the Mistress' sister Josette and her husband and son. There was the Yellow Baron's son and the Mistress' other pack members. They ate a lot of food (I can smell pretty well what they are!) and drank a lot of bursting liquid (which the Mistress' calls soda).
They left for a long time and when they came back, they were wet and their skin, a little darker than usual. The Mistress had red eyes like her companions. They also deflated a wet rubber bed which they loaded in our transport.
The Mistress fed me food but had to fend off the other dogs from eating my food. I wondered if the people here even feed them. Why are they so hungry? Why do they compete for food?
When we got into Riboy for the ride home, I could tell everybody was exhausted. I would have wanted to tell Mistress everything that I had done in that place and how the other dogs had treated me badly but she wouldn't understand. I will tell mother when I have the chance. She probably knows why.
After we had arrived home, the Mistress and the Master fed Mother and Mama Meha as well as the Horde with dog food. I was not that hungry, just thirsty. I lapped up water from the water bowl and settled in the crate for a short nap
Sunday, April 19, 2009
I'm an Explorer
Friday, April 17, 2009
Give aways
What's the point of giving Vic an accessory if Mistress does not want to keep him?
I thought a lot about what mother said to me yesterday about Vic. She assured me that Vic wasn't mistress' favorite nor was the mistress his human. She told me about Akamaru, the mistress' previous dog.
The Mistress had disappointed Veron, Dominque and Party. She did not give away neck accessories to them today (which Veron assumed was her day). The girls were more frustrated now that Vic teased them incessantly that they'll be sent away to other homes.
The girls had started venturing out the enclosure because of that. They believed that they can look for their own humans or that maybe, if St. Cerberus wills it, a human will take them home.
I could tell the humans have been fretting about the girls getting lost or run over by big wheeled monsters outside the grill. The Mistress' brother have been putting the girls with Mama Meha (the brown dame) who had a much higher enclosure than Mother's.
Since I'm bigger than they are, I would come and visit them at the enclosure and play with them. If the Master or Mistress arrives, I would simply return to my crate and get a pat on the head for being a "good boy".
Veron was deeply troubled about staying overnight with Mama Meha. She had told me before that they have been physically and verbally abused by their own mother. I don't think Mistress knows that - but I don't blame her. She can't even understand DogSpeak!
Veron would cry and whimper all night until the Mistress pities her. Mother does not mind their cries. She thinks Mistress is teaching them a lesson about discipline and remaining within the pack's areas.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
The Favorite
I was asleep the whole morning after mistress gave us breakfast of grains and milk.
I woke up to see Vic tugging at my neck lace. His sisters are yapping excitedly at what's Vic got.
"Look, Batutoy!" Vic was bursting with happiness. He strutted his chest and put his chin up. I saw a short, chain neck lace.
"You see that?" he asked me haughtily, his eyes glistening with pride.
I yawned. "Yes, I see that neck lace."
"Do you want to know who gave it to me?" Vic prodded me
I was not really interested, but I knew that Vic will not let me rest without informing me who gave that to him. "Ok. Who?" I asked,
"Mistress!" he exclaimed while running in circles.
"Hush, pups!" mother reprimanded the noisy pups. She stretched out from her mat and sniffed Vic's neck lace.
"Well, what do you think, Mama? Do I look good in this neck lace? Mistress has good tastes." Vic gushed while mother was sniffing him.
"It looks good on you." Mother said in a bored tone. She licked Vic's unruly fur and returned to her green mat.
I felt a tinge of jealousy. Mother never told me my neck lace looked good on me. Maybe, Vic was mistress' favorite after all. Come to think of it, it took the mistress time before she gave Vic's accessory. She intentionally waited for me to sleep before she gave him that.
I hated the mistress but I felt bad at the same time. How could that be?
I crawled beside mother. She let me lie down on her mat. Her long black tail surrounded my body. She licked my mane. She put her wet nose beside my ear and whispered, "She's not his human."
I turned my head towards mother's snout. I felt a glimmer of hope. "How could you tell?" I whispered back,
"Because it's a Wrist Lace." Mother said mischievously, "Mistress is so devious."
I don't know what she meant. Mother's tail was fanning me towards another afternoon nap.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Neck Lace
Today Mistress called me in their house.
"Utoy, come here." as she waved her hand toward the door.
Mother's ears perked when she heard the mistress' voice. She rose from her green mat. "Go find out, Utoy, why mistress calls for you."
She need not tell me twice, because I could sense in the mistress' voice that she's excited over something. I was running towards their door.
Mistress took me in her arms. She often does that.
She had me sit on the blue divan they had. She was putting something on me. It was a long, whitish, cold something.
"You look so cute!" mistress whispered. She brought me outside and put me down near Mother. Mother sniffed the long shiny thing that hung from my neck.
Vic, Veron, Dominique and Party got curious. I was sunk in the middle of the sea of inquiries, when mother told us what is it.
"It's a neck lace." she said.
"What's a neck lace, Mama?" Vic asked,
"It's something your masters put on your neck when they own you." she answered knowingly.
"Own who?" Veron inquired,
"Whoever puts the neck lace on you is your human." Mother said.
"So the mistress' is Batutoy's human?" Dominique inquired,
"Yes, she is." mother patiently replied.
"If mistress' used to be Mama's human, but now Batutoy's, who is Mama's human now?" Party asked aloud,
Mother looked at her sternly. She crawled back on her mat and yawned.
"Who owns us now?" Party asked.
Sadly, no one knew the answer to her question.
Vic was too busy inspecting my shiny neck lace to bother. Dominique and Veron were preening themselves because they believed my fur got me the accessory in the first place.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Dog Age
I asked Mother last night how old the mistress was. She doesn't know. But she assumed that in DogYears, she must be 4 and a half years old.
I was amazed. Mistress must have had lots of puppies if she were a dame! (Mother told me that female dogs can be called "dames" and male dogs are "sires." The B!@$H term for female dogs are totally offensive, so she says.)
If I were a young human, I would have been 4 months and 9 days old. That would be quite young, compared to Mistress' age.
Mother told me an interesting detail. DogYears are different from HumanYears!
1 HumanYear is equal to 7 DogYears. So since I was born on March 6 this year, that makes me - as mother said - a human infant.
I have posted a picture here. DO I LOOK LIKE AN INFANT AT ALL?
