Saying Goodbye

It is our last day in this house. I feel really sad, this house is where I grew up where the memories are. My new temporary dog bed is a cardboard box with newspaper in it. Sphinx is soooo excited about the cardboard box with newspaper in, I mean ’WOW!’, a cardboard box with newspaper in.

Both the children are sleeping on campbeds, as are the parents, Dad isn’t too happy about this. I can tell he is going to snore all night long. He always snores when he is nervous, he snored the night president Obama was elected, and the day the Credit Crunch was  announced. For dinner we had Chinese take aways, and we got given the leftovers. it looks like we are in for a long night.     

Amazing Word #3

Aubade: A song greeting the dawn.

Amazing Word #2

Prevaricate: to depart from or evade the truth.

The art of Stair-Boarding

I picked my way into Alice’s room, dodging the cardboard box mountains. At last I found what I was looking for. The cardboard box was empty except for one thing, Sphinx. Fast asleep. I was tempted to tip her out and see her reaction but I decided not too. I had to experiment my idea first before I attempted it on myself. She would be the perfect ‘guinea pig’. Using my nose and muzzle I carefully closed the flaps of the box. Sphinx stayed asleep. 

I then nosed the box out on to the landing and to the top of the stairs. Sphinx had begun to wake up. Hastily with one paw I pushed the box on to the stairs. It went sailing down the stairs. The box flew gracefully through the air and landed with a gentle thud in the box of cornstarch pellets Jack had put his face in earlier this week. With a meow Sphinx jumped from the box and dashed, tail down, she headed to the garage. She looked a little unsteady on her paws as if stair-boarding had made her dizzy. I hoped I wasn’t to go dizzy, because I intended to go stair-boarding myself.  

 

In the spare bedroom I found just the box I had wanted. It was large and spacious with just enough room for me, but just small enough to fit on the stairs. I carefully nosed the two empty picture frames out of it and carried it out on to the landing using my jaws.

With a small satisfied bark I leapt into the box and tried to edge my weight forward.

Then I was flying. Zooming down the stairs. Nothing could go wrong now, or could it? As I was flying down Alice had just come in via the door. Walking just past the entrance to the stairs. I barked to warn her. WOOF! WOOF! But she paid no attention. I sent her flying to the floor. For a seven-year old girl she was very brave. She just got herself up and shook  herself off, “Really Jasper!” she said. I think the carpet protected her. A bit. I was rather worried, I hadn’t meant to hurt her.  The noise we were making brought the family out, but by that time the cardboard box was out of sight and Alice was giving me one of her near strangling hugs.

Amazing Word #1

Col:  Means break in a chain of mountains, or gap in a mountain chain. This depends on what dictionary you look at.

Five uses of flowerpots and reasons why

Here are five uses of flowerpots:

1. Hiding forbidden items in – Very useful for hiding stuff you’re not supposed to have. The bad point is that is that if you stick your muzzle in you can’t always get it out!
2. Hidding a laptop – You need a big seed planter tray to do this, but it works. It’s where I hide my laptop.
3.  Practise intruder barking – They are the best ones to bark at, they don’t do anything.
4. Planting things – Especially edible things!
5. Building forts out of – Ahh, the best for last. They are the best to build forts out of. They can be stacked up easily; especially the plastic ones.You can make excellent dens out of them.

Sphinx the cat

I do not like Sphinx. This shows why.

The family was having fish for supper. Creamed tuna and mashed potatoes. Apparently this is going to be the last homemade meal the family has in this house. Then the cooking utensils are going be packed away. I was shut in the garage with Sphinx – a very bad idea. Sphinx sat ther licking her chops, watching me bark at the closed door, but to no avail did they  not open it. “They won’t let you in peabrain” she told me. “But Jack will let me in, I’m his favourite.” I howled with laughter, rolling on the floor and pressing my paws to my muzzle in an attempt to stop. “Go catch mice mice pussy” I said, “Jack would sooner feed you brussel sprouts than let you in so that you can claw at his knee and beg for tuna.” She turned away in disgust. “What are you doing with that thing?” Sphinx asked, “What’s it for?” I growled! This was my main means of learning about the world! “I can communicate with all the dogs in the world.” I boasted. ” Nonsense!” said Sphinx. It was then that Jack stuck his head around the garage door and said “Shut up!”

The Poor People Of Haiti

It was news time and everyone gathered on the multiple sofas and chairs that made up our living room, moving aside packing boxes and other stuff. Mr. Smith switched on the news and the news presenter spoke; “An earthquake has hit the island of Haiti, with the magnitude of approximately 7.” He then continued to talk about the earthquake. I was very interested in the earthquake. It did explain the tremor I had sensed in the middle of the night. They say animals are amazing for sensing these things. Don’t ask me about it, I don’t know, it’s just there.

I wasn’t really able to pay attention after that as Alice had begun to fiddle with ears. Because they were floppy like Springer Spaniel ears (thank my grandma for that) Alice kept lifting them up and putting them over my eyes. I tried to concentrate, but it wasn’t easy. When she wasn’t doing that she was giving me near strangling hugs. After that I couldn’t really concentrate.

But I was sad. The people of Haiti had a natural disaster, people had died and others were orphaned.

So please people, take a minute of silence and think of Haiti.  

The dog bone incident

Jack is in his room, doing something on the computer when I see the toy. It is brand new, a canvas striped bone sitting temptingly on top of his chest of drawers. Jack hadn’t heard me, so I still had a chance. In one leap my front paws were on the dresser.I grab the toy bone. It squeaks. Jack spins around on his swivel chair  “Crazy dog!!” and I’m off, dodging packing boxes scattered on the landing, past Alice’s room where I hear the words ‘dollhouse’ and ‘bubblewrap.’ Down the stairs and into the garage, in among the flowerpots where I set to work gnawing it. The bone squeaks continuously, then it issues a long sad squeak and stops. I have won!

Jack meanwhile was not so lucky. Coming down the stairs and into the hallway he tripped over Sphinx, the cat and landed head first in a box full of cornstarch pellets. The kind that stick. When he emerged his face looked like a porcupine.

*half and hour later*

Jack was sitting at the table talking to his father. All the cornstarch pellets had been pulled off, but there was still remnants of them on his lips, making him look rabid. I walked up behind their chairs and squeaked the bone. Jack is still rather angry.

 

The great suprise at the vets

I am sitting on the vets metal table, feeling sick. I hate the vet, she prods me with cold fingers and pulls back my gums to see my teeth. But she’s done, and I won’t see her again for a while. She turns to the kids mother, “I will transfer Jasper’s documents to the new Vetinary care centre.” She then turns back and types something into the computer. What does she mean ‘the new Vetinary care centre’? I was very puzzled until Alice pipes up “Where are we moving to again Mom?” We are moving? I never knew we were moving! ”The other side of Ohio dear.” says Mom.