Brush Fires/Cookie Crisis

It’s Shiloh again. Sorry that I went a moment without writing in my blog, but I couldn’t find the pink Barbie typowriter that I use.  I know I spelled that wrong. Barbie machines don’t have that feature Mom’s phone has that corrects your spellin.

Anyway, we live not far from a city called Glendale, and we’re out in the hills so when the hills catch fire, it’s pretty scarifying. I was nervous for days because I smelled smoke and felt it sting my little eyes. Mommy and Grandma were acting normally, but a dog knows when the humans are hiding something. We have super spidey senses, but for dogs..not spiders.

When Mom was sleeping, I jumped on her phone and stalked her on Facebook like I do, and saw some videos and photos she’d taken of the fire, so that confirmed my suspicion. A fire was coming for my cookies! Perhaps, but no..I can’t even think of it..my squeaky toys! Possibly my brothers and sisters as well, but…but..my squeakies, though!

Safety first, so I took them all and hid them under a blanket where no fire could ever find them, then I slept on top of them for days. I mean, I got up to eat and to poop but I guarded them whenever convenient. The hills near our house kept burning and going out only to burn some more, then go out again. The humans in yellow pants have a building right behind our house so I could watch them coming and going. They came and went a lot, but now I don’t smell so much smoke anymore and the air isn’t stinging my eyes. Whatever they did out there, it seemed to work.

We still need some rain though. If you know anyone with some extra rain, can you ask them to send it over here to us? Also, the fire took my cookies. I know it did. As is my usual morning, afternoon and evening routine, I went to the cubby and barked. A lot. This is when a human will always open it for me and hand over the cookies just to shush me up. Now, the humans say something I’ve never understood before. “It’s all gone, Shiloh. There’s no more.” What?? I understand everything in humanese except for “no” and “all gone”. What does that even mean? Let me know if you know.

My theory is that the fire snuck into the room where the cookies are kept, slithered into the cubby, stole them, and ran away. I have no proof, so it’s alleged. Allegedly..the fire is a thief of the worst sort.

To make up for my lack of cookies, I’ve been stalking Mom like a total stalker whenever she’s in the kitchen doing things with food. I did it so much, she caught it on camera because she thinks I’m cute. I’m not though, I’m upset! The cookie withdrawals are real and she needs to fix it soon or I will lose my fuzzy little mind!

I hope everyone near the fire is safe and full of cookies, but I’m not out of those woods yet. My organic pumpkin cookies are life. Without them, I am but a husk. An empty shell..oh. I think Mom bought more.

Gotta go, Guys!

Love,

Shiloh

Cookie Negotiations

 

This is an Outrage!

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With my touching story of how I got to this place done, it’s time to get to the ‘portant stuff. As I pound away on this pink, plastic toy computer the neighbor’s kid left on our lawn, the humans are outside dumping some sort of poo on the flowers, so now’s my chance, and I’m takin it like the last cookie.

Speaking of cookies, they hide them! They keep them in the cubby up high, and I am beginning to think it’s on purpose. They know I can’t reach up there. Report them. This cannot stand, and neither can I, or at least not high enough to grab the handles. I bribed my Chihuahua brother Jax to jump as high as he could, and even he could not reach. It’s an outrage, and I’m guessing it’s illegal to conceal cookies, so please send a message to the umm..ASP..er the AC..to the ones who make laws for furry citizens! Tell them this can’t go on. It is both cruel and usual!

Also, if any of you know “Lawyer Dog” from the internets, please have him call me because I’m pretty sure I have a strong case against the company that makes dog beds. I was minding my own little business the other day, and it just exploded. White, fluffy stuff everywhere! I’m probably lucky I didn’t lose my tail. As if that wasn’t traumatic enough, the Grandma human didn’t belieeef me! She scolded me for making a mess and told me I was a “Little booger”. I’m innocent! Innocent! How many more innocent dogs will be framed before the truth is told? There is clearly some major defect that is causing dog beds to spontaneously burst. I’ve seen it all over the Facebooks.

….Jax is interrupting me because he wants to post a message, too. Fine…

 

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Hellloooo Ladiiies! I’m Jax. Super-single and totally neutered. Hit me up on Snapchat if you want to cruise the dog park sometime. Muah!

 

…..*Sigh*. The vet should check again, cause that boy is out of control. Anyway, I forget what I was ranting about, but it probably had something to do with cookies. I love cookies. Mom says I’m addicted and Grandma called me “porky”, but I don’t care. I love cookies and they love me. My favorite are the pumpkin ones from a special company that delivers my food every month. I forget what it’s called, but I can ask Mom if you want.

Until next ramble, stay faboolous.

Shiloh

The Beginning

This is the post excerpt.

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It all began one snowy day in Octember, I think. I’m pretty sure it was, because the humans were hanging lights from trees and talking about Christmas. Anyway, there I was, warm and cozy with my furry mom and siblings, when the big farm lady came in and picked me up in her arms. I squirmed, but she was a big farm lady, so she won that round, and I was put into a car.

She smelled of corn nuts and jazzy jasmine deodorant. It was a long ride, especially with those horrible shrieking sounds coming from the radio. She howled along, and I buried my head in a blanket to drown out what I can only assume was some song about the mating calls of mongooses.

I wasn’t even that upset when she pulled into the vet’s parking lot, because even farm lady wouldn’t howl like that inside the office with people watching her. This part is kind of a blur, because they gave me some kind of kidnap drug, and I got very sleepy. When I woke up, there was a lot of noise, and I was in some kind of a box. Everything was moving, and I didn’t know where I was. I tried to look around but there wasn’t much light down there. I’m pretty sure I saw suitcases and at least one leopard gecko, though. I went back to sleep, and the next thing I knew, I was being pushed on a cart among all sorts of crates and things, and a lady-human was waiting for me in an office of sorts.

She was quick to open the door to my crate, and lifted me out to hold me up where she could see me better. She had black fur on her head and red stuff on her lips, and then she was crying and hugging me. That’s when I knew that this lady was the crazy. She held her phone near me a bunch of times, but I had no comment. I was sleepy from the weird trip I’d taken, and needed to pee. She carried me in one arm, the crate dangling from her other hand, then she put me on a nice, warm seat in the car. I peed on it, and crawled into her nice, dry lap to sleep some more.

After a time, we came to a house, and she took me in through the fence where she let me run  around to explore for a few minutes. My first move was to waddle over to a rosebush, and take a big bite from one of the blossoms. This seemed to amuse the human, and she laughed, before picking me up to take me into the house. I will never forget the first thing I saw in there. Oliver. He’s a Lhasa Apso, too and officially became my brother that day. I was so happy to see him that I tackled him and tried to make him chase me, but he only grumbled and stomped off somewhere. I followed him, because I am not that easy to ignore, and he was gonna love me whether he liked it or not.

Human calls me “Shiloh” and gave me the middle name “Rose”. I think of myself more as a Bella or possibly Diane, but whatever. I humor her and let her call herself my mom. I’ve been home with her now for several years, and I have a grandma and grandpa human, along with several dog siblings, but we’ll get to them laters.

This is the short story of how I got here. I have lots to say, and many stories to tell, so I hope you’ll visit me sometimes. With all this time around the humans and other dogs, and of course being in business for my own furry self, I have many observations, rants and general Shiloh-ness I must share with the world.

Welcome to my little corner of the interwebs!

_ Shiloh