delivery for Breac

I recognised the 'ding-dong' as being our front door alert, not the one on the surround sound prison portal device in the corner. I ran to see if I could get there before Furry-face, but he cheated, holding me back by my neck-restraint.

It was the man in blue with the big bag, he comes by every day to put bits of paper through a slot in the door, Furry-face usually has to chase him away as he seems to like putting the neighbours' bits of paper in our door.

But this time, it was a big box… for me!! I was so excited, I'd never had anything from the bag-man before!

I wanted to play with the box, but Furry said that wasn't the present? It was a get-well gift from Bar Knee. Furry opened it and gave me the contents, a wonderful ball of string that glowed so bright it almost blinded me!

I set to work on it instantly, it looked indestructible, no ends!! I pulled and tugged, chewed and nibbled, sure enough, ten minutes later, I had an end showing, another 5 mins had Furry-face stepping in to remove it, demolished! Thanks Bar Knee, but I need tougher toys than that, sick and drugged up or not!

odd ropes and soft gray floors

I got to go see Bar Knee again today, he's looking old, I think I'll get him a couple of pairs of walking sticks as presents. His servant had a contraption that spits out lengths of rope, they attached it to me and we went outside.

Almost free!!!! I was able to run for miles, this rope seemed endless. I tried to figure out which way was home, but there was a sweet smell of hotdogs, and a brand new bouncy ball, very distracting. Furry-face was at one end of the long green carpet, Chewy at the other end. They took turns at calling me, so I went from one end to the other. Well, they were just giving away these hotdogs.

I got a bit full though, so started exploring, then this new ball went whizzing past, I gave chase. I took it to Furry-face, he didn't want it, he threw it at Chewy. I followed it and caught it just before it hit her. Chewy didn't want it either, she threw it at, well, not sure what she was aiming at, but I went to get it for Furry-face. He kept throwing it at Chewy, I kept chasing it, Chewy must've been trying to confuse my directional skills, hitting windows, sheds, bushes, Furry was safe!

I was tired, so we went to see Chewy's folks, they have a strange outbuilding (must be their toilet) that was fun to make Chewy chase me around, she got lost. As well as the strange small building, they have indoor fake concrete floors, but soft. I decided to give it a test-run, nice and soft for bouncing on, running on and also peeing on, most comfortable.

I think they should go into mass production and cover the whole of outside with it.

Bar Knee Tail

We returned to the home of the old grey dog with the odd name, he seemed more alert this time, I think he's been through rehab! Those eyes just say it all!

The rooms were smaller than I remember, and Bar Knee had hidden his sausages from me, but I found his pig and also a funky tyre. This thing must be alive, it rolls away from me on its own and is pretty good at sneaking up on me.

It looks like Furry-face also managed to play the same evil 'tail' trick on grey dog, but he can't reach his, he's not as bendy as me. I offer to help him out, grabbing it for him, trying to remove it and shake it off, but they seem to have installed the same anti-tamper, pressure sensitive torture device, he keeps yelling when I help.

I was allowed to roam free, untethered within their green-carpeted fortress, with a wooden barrier all around. The giants shouted on me a lot, I went to them sometimes, as they had tasty hot dog treats, but I found some other, rather nice food planted there whilst I wandered. As well as delicious daisies, I discovered I now like pansies and azalea japonica, must be a delicacy from afar.

That old dog Bar Knee and his servant have followed me Back here, they seem to be watching my every move! (when the old grey thing isn't asleep, I'm sure he's on drugs)

Hmm, I've been held captive for quite a while now, I know my mum doesn't have that many dog biscuits to pay a ransom, maybe I need to think about settling down here.

I think it's about time I asserted myself and became their pack leader! the biggest one is going to be a problem, but my teeth sharpening and practice barking is coming along nicely! I already have control over the youngest lady in the nice, chewy tops! Total control! I have her under my power!

alright, road trip!

at last, it looks like mum paid the ransom! All my things are packed up into the red tank, I must be heading home. I've been put in this strange-smelling box, the same odd smell from the first day of captivity, still, I have work to do, returning the long chew dog to a preferred state, and howling a lot.

as I wake, I realise I'm not where I thought I was, there's an old, grey dog staring at me!? Not someone I recognise, but he seems like fun. WOW! Look, Sausages on a rope, I gotta get me some of these, and a grunting pig, this place is so cool! Let's play with the old man!

Hmm, it seems play biting his fur, feet and tail have no effect, chasing him is no use, he's slower than a tree! The giants seem to be calling him "Bar Knee", what an odd name for a dog!

The giant went off with his gadgety thing with the tasty strap for a few hours, but when he came back, we played for ages then went back to his HQ where the other one was waiting. I like her, she's good to bite! Anyway, to work on that smile removal!!