Monday, July 11, 2011

Rosalie's Puppies

As you know, at my new school I have a friend named Jacqueline. Jackie's nice and her doxin terrior had puppies. Rosalie, her dog, was moping around when she was pregnant. She was a fat fatty fatso of a fat dog. When I came over Rosalie was still moping around.She kept on making weird gurgling sounds and it really got on my nerves while we were playing Poker. Jacqueline couldn't stand it too so she suggested that we make nice little pictures for Rosalie's Heating Room, where she has to be in a nice heated place to give birth to the puppies, or recover, but probably just recover. She still bothered us so we took her outside to play. We watched her gurgle for a while as we played Go Fish and then, suddenly, she took off running. We chased her to the other side of the yard.

S0 Rosalie got away. But that's okay because she didn't go very far before she got snagged on a trampoline and couldn't get out. We decided to have some fun and climbed on and bounced her around. But we bounced her too much and she was able to wriggle free of the tangled net and took off towards some docks. We didn't know where we were until we were on deck of a ferry that was about to take off. But the motar roared to life and we were whizzing away. We went down on deck, wondering what to do. A man came by.

THE MAN: You ladies got your fishing poles yet?

ME: Fishing poles?

THE MAN: Why of course! This here is the James Joseph III, the greatest fishing boat in the world. Tell yuh what, since I like the looks of y'all I'm gonna let you have a bucket of bait for free.

JACQUELINE: Well that's very kind of you but we need to get off this boat, we didn't mean to.

THE MAN: Huh. *SCRATCHES HEAD* Well then, this here's a 3 hour trip. You ain't going home soon so might as well enjoy yourselves. *HOLDS OUT FISHING POLES AND BAIT*

ME: Agh! *TAKES POLE AND BAIT* But just to give you a heads up, her puppy's gonna have babies any day now and so she may have to go into labor on the deck.

THE MAN: Well, enjoy.

And he walked off. Jacqueline shrugged. We carried Rosalie out to the deck and then we dropped our lines in and waited, glancing at her for any signs of birth. We caught four fish: of which Rosalie ate them all, so she had to lie down for a while and we ate Cup a Noodles inside.

ME, SLURPING SOUP: What are we going to do?

JACQUELINE: I know. No doctor's here to help. I've heard of the mother dying before. *SNIFF*

ME, HANDING HER A HANKY: Maybe we can convince the captain to go back.

JACQUELINE, LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW: We're too far from shore. And it might disrupt the other passengers if we have to turn back around.

Suddenly, Rosalie started howling. She had hidden under one of the benches and was moaning and wouldn't come out. So we fished with a howling dog at our feet.Pretty soon Rosalie stopped from pure exhaustion. But Jackie was worried anyway, and asked me to watch her line. She didn't come back, so I reeled in our lines and went to check on her.

And I was not happy with what I saw.I was mad for Jackie sleeping on the job, so I shook her awake. The captain's voice came over the speakers and told us to reel in our lines and we were heading in. Jackie and I dashed off of the boat. I took the liberty of slapping the dude with the headphones because he was so stupid to not hear us and get us off the boat in the first place. We ran home as fast as we could.

An hour later, four puppies were born.3 boys and 1 girl.

SAD PART: Three days later, the girl died.

She had a hole in her throat so instead of into her stomach the milk went into her lungs.

RIP Saba (that's her name. Jackie's mom had a dog named Saba that got run over by a car and so they decided to name her Saba but not Jackie swears that the name is cursed)

But, the three boys are alive and healthy. The last one in the picture is the biggest, he's already a foot long! The balck one is my favorite, it's going to Jackie's 25-year-old brother. His name is Ponach Mic Lochan, or Mr. Lawyer because Jackie's brother is a lawyer.

The girl, (second from the left) Saba, had sadly been the one Jackie had wanted to keep. See, one would go to her brother, one would go to the vet, one they would keep and one they would sell. But now they are keeping Kiwi (1st one from right) and I like him well enough. I was hoping they might sell one of them to me, like Scout and Austin aren't enough dogs. But still.

RIP Saba.

PS: this post is dedicated to a dead dog. Is that wrong? No.


1 comment:

  1. You really know how to tell a story, Jane! And the illustrations are wonderful too, as always.

    I've been following your blog via RSS feed. Guess I'll join your Google Friend Feed as well. ;)