by Boxer, Himself
Well folks, sorry about last weeks’ silence, but my paws were extremely too hot to be pushing keys on the board. . .
As my life story left off, The Dame gave De Kota the ultimate command – little did I know what I was in for. Here I thought I was going up against this 10 year fluffy rug that didn’t move and wouldn’t fight back – she just laid there in the corner – I couldn’t get a piece of the action – no skin no blood. . . .well, I digress back to days of the Ultimate Command . The Dame was getting ready to leave for the library, I never will forget that day.
The Dame and De Kota’s eyes met, cascaded concern was written all over De Kota’s face; I was waiting in anticipation for a good ol’ fashion poking fight. The Dame looked at De Kota and in a flustered voice said: “Well De Kota, I can’t babysit you 24 -7. You’re a Big Gurl. You’re just gonna have to gett’em.”
I saw a complete transformation in De Kota – the silver and white in her sexy fluffy coat glowed; the black tussles deepen and forged into sheer black nothingness – she glistened like the rays of an arc angel. . .then The Dame walk out the door and before it was closed I pounced for a good nose poke hair pullin’ fight.
I was not expecting what I received – Mz. De Kota has some fight about her after all – she nailed me in the ear, lanced my side, shredded my chest to pieces, slit my lip, scrapped up my face, and then nicked and chunked my legs up pretty good. Holy Bee-Gees. . . .That Dame sure knew how to give a command. Sheer luck on Mz. De Kota’s part. . . .o how my sorry butt for ever doubting a Chow-Shepherd mix let alone a mature momma like De Kota. . . .
After several weeks of jousting and realizing Mz. De Kota was no joke in her time let alone now, and, Mz. De Kota becoming more agitated, The Dame told De Kota that I was going to the Vets. . .all life spontaneously drained out of De Kota – she grew pale, her coat lost its arc angel radiance and she started to whimper – then I realized those were the last words that The Dame said to De Kota about her baby, Daytona. The Dame reassured De Kota that I would be coming back. . .not if I can help it – I have to plan a quick assessment for a prison break so I can terrorize and menace people.
First victim – fashion police – wooooo, this even exceeded the statutory limits of OMG! Like Totally GROSS! even people standing around this person wearing leopard, lion, flower clothing topped off with several peacock feathers in a turban kept their distance – I had to say something – it just offended my sense of “gaminess’ sportsmanship” – just wanna dig a hole and bury that mess. . .and that’s all I am gonna say on that matter. . .had nightmares for a couple days.
O Boy ! we arrived at the place – The Dame took me to far end of the field – good – I can better assess who I was going to menace and terrorize – ooopps found my first target – that spastic worse that hyper-active uncontrolled yapping springboard – gees, at least I know how “Sit” and I hate people. Finally The Dame was called over. Good I was getting tire of sitting here and not being able to do nothing. . .hey ! was going on here. . .what’s this truck all about . . .You want to DO WHAT TO ME. . .! AND YOU ARE NOT PUTTING A MUSSEL ON ME ! GET IT ! GOT IT! Glad we got that outta the way. . .the next thing I remember was me hanging on the truck steps for dear life and Mz. De Kota waddling whimpering and barking as fast a she can to get to me. She wanted to come up the steps but woo slow down babe, your moving too fast for me – if that’s possible – and why do I feel lighter in the rear end. . .LIKE OMG THEY DIDN’T – I AINT GOT NO BALLS . . .that was too much to deal with – De Kota didn’t care she was rejoicing, showing concern, being a motherly fluffy rug. . . aaahhhh, yeah, I could feel her all nestled up around me, we were cheek -n- nose well into the next day when I finally came around and ate a little. . .that first whiz was a 2 minute squatter with Mz. De Kota by my side. . .she kinda grows on yeah with that slinky caterpillar rolly-polly waddle.