LIfe goes on In Part 1 I wrote that I was tied up.  Boy, what a big change my people made for me a year later!  I now have my own yard, almost the size of the house that I can run around in.  My boyfriend from next door, Rosco, came over a few times to chase each other around.  I love it.  Not only that but Dad made me a huge dog house that sits under the porch.  It is sooo cozy.  It is insulated, and has blankets on the floor to sleep on.   The first year I had it I stayed out until dark in the summer, rather than go inside.

High Tech I've gone high-tech.  I now use Alexa to go from bark to text, just like dad uses it for searching on the box he sits at for hours on end.

Porcos I had a hard life before I met my new family, but I wasn't ready for hardships due to my new "freedom".   One traumatic event happened on a walk down one of my favourite roads.  I smelled something in the thicket so I went after it, with Dad holding on to the leash.  He would let me go around and explore, so I don't blame him for what happened.  I saw this big brown furry animal that I wanted to challenge so I jumped at him.  Owwwwwwww!!!  Dad said it was a porcupine and I got about 50 of those sharp dart-things in my face.  I tried to brush them off with my paw but they were sticking everywhere, in my nose, mouth and even tongue!  Dad tried pulling out a few but that just made me more afraid and I think I might have lunged at him.

We walked back to the car and Dad drove fast to get mom who sat with me in the back seat keeping me calm.  I understood they knew what they were doing which made me relax more.  We got to the place where those people with the white coats examined me, took me into a small room.   When I got out about an hour later, I was all woozy, but I didn't have those sharp things in me anymore.  Dad said I had those quills in my mouth and close to swallowing them, so the white coat people had to put me to sleep while they took them out.  Phew!   Now whenever I go into thick bush, Dad pulls me out and says "Remember the porcos".

Was it Something I ate? I'm fed well, but I like to scrounge around and pick up anything my people may have dropped on the floor that is edible.   For a dog like me, anything that fits in my mouth is edible.   Dad says I'm like a goat, whatever that is.

I found this thing that looked like a piece of grass and swallowed it.  It didn't taste anything, but so what, lot of my kibble doens't taste anything either.  A short time later I got a tummy-ache and tried to throw up but nothing was happening, so I started running around eating stuff trying to make me up-chuck.   Dad took me outside and I ate a bale of grass it seems but I still had problems, so Dad and Mom took me to the white-coats again.  Like before, they took me into a little room and put me to sleep.   When I woke up my belly was shaved!   What the hell?   And it hurt because those butchers made a big cut in my belly to remove the obstruction that they said was a Christmas ornament.   Well, it looked like grass.  That's why I ate it in the first place.

I had to wear a cone, and even after Dad cut most of the big part away, was still very upsetting and irritating.  I was flayling my head back and  forth hitting stuff, trying to get it off.   Finally Dad took it off after talking to the white-coats.

I recovered after a few days and my tummy didn't hurt.  I had to eat a lot of soft food like eggs.

Killing I'm a hunter and make no apologies.  I'm descended from wolves and related to coyotes, African wild dogs, and Australian dingos.  I like to hunt and kill and I'm very good at it.

The few times I was out on the lam (one of 10 escapes) I found something to attack and kill.  Once I killed a male pheasant a nice bird, but hey, I don't look at that part.  I bit his neck and it was all over.  I brought him home to give to my Dad.  I was so proud of my accomplishment.   Dad took me in the house, but later when I went outside again, I looked for my kill and it was GONE!  What the hey!  I have no idea what happened to it.  I wasn't going to eat it, I just wanted to prance around the yard with it, show it off.

My Dad has been keeping track of anyting that he confirmed I killed: 32 mice, 6 birds, 4 rabbits.  All of these, except two, while on a leash!!  Hah, try that you wimpy other dogs!   Two insane rabbits came into my compound and I took quick care of them.   Dad had to pick up the grisly remains in a couple different spots.

Sunshine Seascape Mom named my compound, my "dog run" others call it, Sunshine Seascape and Dad had a sign made that said this.  Isn't that cool?   My compound is a high steel fence, like the prison BideAwhile kept me in, but much, much bigger, about the size of the house where we all sleep at night.  I tried digging under it but there are tree roots, and big rocks that prevent me from getting anywhere near the size hole I need to escape.  I did get a pretty good hole dug one time but Dad filled it in with big rocks that I couldn't move.

I am thankful because before I had a short rope that they tied me up with and limited activity.  Now I can just run as much as I want and sleep in my cozy house.   My people put water out for me and sometimes deliver my food.  Talk about room service!

Fights I'm a lady, but I don't take no crap from no one!!  Twice I was walking in the park with my dad and these little snotty Scotty-type dogs (my Dad calls them rat-dogs), attacked me!  They came running up and yapping their little mouths off so I grab the little suckers by the neck and shook some sense into them.  The humans were all yelling and screaming for some reason.  I don't know why, since I was the one being harrassed.

My Dad said some bad words, very loudly to the other people because their dogs were not on a leash but I was.  They were breaking the law so I don't feel sorry for them.  Neither does Dad.

I did pick a few fights in the beginning because any dog that was on my turf was seen as an enemy.  I didn't hurt any others but I grabbed them by the neck anyway, just to show them who was boss.  I've had 6 fights, never lost any and have taken on others that were bigger than me.