Day 3…Alpha is still gone…this shit is getting out of hand. What if he’s hurt? Where could he be? The rest of the pack is acting so cool and I’m like wigging out over here.
WHY DON’T THEY GET IT IT? HE COULD BE LAYING INA DITCH SOMEWHERE
This is stressing me out. I need to go poop somewhere I’m not supposed to poop..
It’s been a hard two days. Alpha’s been gone. He abandoned me. Asshole. Where could he be? Why doesn’t he come back to the den? I’m so confused. Don’t get me wrong, I love my pack, but I mean, he raised me. This is horseshit.
This is the face I’m making…
Dog seeing his mom get home from Afghanistan…what a suck up…
So, Every time the pack leaves me behind, they put me in the corner of the main den. I’ve got my crate, it’s walled off by a shiny wall with slits, and then one of the big tall walls of the den has a hole in it covered by a flap. This is how I get to the outside, but I find that same shiny gate with the slits in it a few paces away.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got plenty of space…I just..Okay I’ll admit it, I just really like to take a stinky one on the big grass. Not the little patch I’m confined to in my area.
In any case, I digress from the main point. Every time the pack leaves me here, they touch this black box and all of a sudden this sound comes from it. It’s so freakin annoying having to listen to it all day. I wonder if they know that. A lot of the sounds that come from it sound like the barks that my packmates make but…It’s just too much. I don’t understand it, it doesn’t let me sleep. I just wish they would take the sound box away.
nap - check
pounce on a bug - check
lick my balls - check
continue my plans for getting over the fence.
shit on the grass in a new spot.
check on the buried goods
any other suggestions?
my old dog.
Talk about Jailbait…damn.
I mean. Hi. Sorry, I get excited sometimes. Don’t really know where it comes from. Anyway, I thought if you’d be trying to get to know me, I should probably fill you in about my past.
You already know that my given-sound is Tucker. It always has been since I can remember. There are few things I can remember from my little days.
I remember mom and dad and how they look and smell. I remember lots of grass. I remember fighting for the teet. Rough days. It’s all pretty hazy. I remember being stuffed into a plastic cave, and then that cave was put into a darker cave that moved around a lot. My ears popped constantly. It was fucking miserable.
Anyway. Next thing I know I’m with my Alpha. His given-sound is Omeed. We lived in a pack of three. There was me, and my Alpha, and his friend who’s given-sound is jordan. Jordan left the pack after a while though and Dan joined the pack soon after. It was always really confusing who was my Alpha, but since I’ve been with Omeed the longest, and he lays down the law (or tries to at least), he must be my Alpha. It’s really fun to fuck with him. It doesn’t always work out for me….but when I get put in solitary thats when I plan my next plot. But I digress.
Every couple of weeks we would get into this one cave that would move around a lot. I had that weird ear-popping sensation that I remember as a pup. Another weird thing was, every time we get into that cave my Alpha gives me this cheese that really makes me feel good. I mean, I think I’m sleeping, but I’m really not sure. It feels really good though. We would visit another pack that I think my Alpha is friends with. After 5 seasons living in the pack with Dan, we got back into the moving cave, but I think it was for good this time. We switched packs into the one that we use to visit.
I call Omeed my Alpha because I really only listen to him when I’m not listening to me. I think one of the pack mates we live with is his Alpha though. I guess that would make Omeed Beta, but that other guy doesn’t really…interact with me. I don’t really listen to him either. So when it comes down to it, he’s not my Alpha. And neither is the bitch that’s older. She’s really nice though and I like her a lot. She takes good care of me. I think she’s Rocky’s Alpha. He’s the only other dog in the pack that sort of looks like me.
I think Rocky and I have the same disability. We’re the only ones in the pack that walk on all four paws. We see other ones with what we can only assume to be some sort of disease, but I don’t feel particularly sick. On that same note though, Rocky’s not a big fan of me. I’m not sure if it’s the age or maybe he liked the pack the way it was, but he’s just…such and old man. Then there is this other bitch. She’s the youngest of the two-paw walkers (2pw for short). And then there’s me. I’m the youngest of the pack.
Anyway, we live in a pretty big cave with little den’s inside of it. It doesn’t get as cold here like the other den did when we were only a pack of 3. The ice doesn’t fall from the sky here either - or at least it hasn’t yet, we’ll see. It’s only been 2 seasons. The ice falling season hasn’t come around yet.
Anyway, that’s a little about how I got here. See you fuckers later.
Hi. My name is Tucker. I’m what you might call a “dog”. I hear it often and in association with my given-sound, “tucker” (i hear this sound usually after the sounds “what’s his name?” not sure if there is any relation though…but the evidence is strong).
Sometimes I’m called, “tucker the dog”. the one’s with longer hair and the lumps on their chests usually make a high pitch screeching noise accompanied by a few sounds i don’t understand and then the sound “look at the cute dog”.
I’m pretty sure the sound “cute” means I look really good. I can’t say I disagree. I do look pretty barkin’ handsome. The bitches always turn and look my way.
Anyway, I won’t carry on for too long. My Alpha just barked that it was “time for bed”. That usually means I need to go to my “crate”. If you don’t know what that is because you’re just not as smart as I am (after all, let’s face it, I AM a Shiba Inu, Shiba for short, badass forever) well allow me to explain.
A crate is like a metal den. I didn’t even have to dig it. My Alpha just set it up for me (remind me to tell you about his paws…well I guess my paws really. I just can’t figure out how he’s able to use his so well and only walk on two of them…but I digress). On a similar note, next to my crate is my “bed” - I’ll explain that one for you dimmer ones as well. It’s like a soft….dirt. But it’s elevated? I’m not quite sure how it works. I just know that they are replaceable. How do I know? I’ve tried digging through a few. My Alpha tends to get mad when I do this, but I really want to know and when I look at him inquisitively afterwords, he never answers my obvious question of wtf is this shit.
Anyway, It’s late and I’m starting to ramble. I look forward to getting to know you all. I hope you don’t mind. I have a lot of thoughts and a lot of time since my Alpha is away a lot.
As my Alpha says, “goodnight”