June 25, 2005
Chasin' Dots |
This be me new toy. I can find it anywhere, no matter where the Captain tries to hide it. Yarr. |
It's been a while since me last entry - put yer hearts to rest, me lassies and wenches, I be still alive and didn't spend all that time in the brig. In fact, I've been sailin' the seas n' pillagin' n' tryin' to catch a little red dot.
These elusive little red dots live in a wee yellow plastic box. I know they do, because I've seen 'em there. They be very sneaky - they run up and down the stairs, o'er and o'er and o'er and I can ne'er catch 'em, no matter if I try to outrun 'em, stalk 'em, or herd 'em. Yarrrrr...
I really like this new game - it be fun to chase... even if I know where the light be a-comin' from, me ol' instincts kick in n' I can't resist the urge to chase it. I can even follow it on tharrr there ceilin'! The Captain and Navigator think this is hilarious, except when I won't stop complainin' about them puttin' it away. Maybe someday I'll be gettin' me trackin' the dot titles or somethin'. Captain says I be a little obsessive about it. Bah, what does she know! I be fierce! She says it will help me with me work and targettin'. Right now, the game is fun, so I won't be thinkin' about how it's edumacational.
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I have been a-practicin' me surfin' skills some more, n' me Jedi skills as well. The Captain was a-workin' at her computer (in the classroom part o' the ship) n' I was a-squeakin' because I was certain somethin' for me was up on top of Dmitri. The Captain called me a bilge rat n' told me to be quiet, that there was nothin' up there for me. I decided to take a look for meself.
The Captain had left a chair by the piano, where one of her young sailor students had worked on a monononologue earlier in the week. I planned me daring scoutin' mission... Mission In-Pi-ssible: The Quest for More Treasure. When the Captain turned around, there I was, caught red-pawed. I didn't see her see me at first, so she snapped a picture as evidence to condemn me in court n' then told me I had to come down from there. Foiled again! Maybe Auntie Em will take on me case and defend me if this e'er goes to trial.
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Who, me? No, I was just lookin'. |
Hold still, Zap, let me clean ya. HOLD STILL I SAID. |
Me latest ship assignment has been scrubbin' the rest of the crew. Sometimes I have to flatten 'em a little to get to their ears. Sometimes they be a-protestin' a little, but for the most part they let me do me job. The First Mate had gotten into trouble last week on one of our long shore leave walks by pullin' real hard on a no-pull (HA!) harness n' gotten her armpits all icky. Durn thing was too loose, n' she is brave n' bold n' didn't tell anyone. So I've been a-cleanin' her scabs all week.
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I have to tell ye all about me adventure n' me darin' escape from the certain death! The First Mate and I were a-playin' on deck n' chasin' n' tumblin' (I was winnin', for those keepin' score at home - yarr!) n' the First Mate ran headfirst into the Captain's exercise-ball. It bounced off the wall n' started to roll after us! AAAH! We turned our lack-o-tails and ran. It followed us across the room. The First Mate ran to the Captain (who was laughin' - how dare she, we were under attack!) and sat beside her, but I decided to take matters in me own paws and said, "I be not afeared!" n' it stopped. I'm so fierce!
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Indiana Pi and the Ball of Doom. |
Why yes, I *be* handsome, thank ye. |
I'm growin' all handsomelike, even though I be a teenager. The Captain says I be growin' like a weed, but I'd rather be a-growin' like... like... a tree! Without the roots. Those'd slow me down. Maybe a weed be the best description - I be a bit of a pest, and hard to get rid of, n' I just keep a-comin' back.
Work be goin' very well. Yesterday I visited the ICU at Fairview Hospital, where me Captain and Navigator have a friend who is not well. I got to sit in the family room and get belly rubbin's from wenches n' anyone who needed a pirate-y fix. Captain says I be weird, since I don't like strangers a-pettin' me, but I was an absolute angel n' soaked up the snuggles. I just knew people needed a warm puppy tummy. If anyone has a moment to spare a thought n' prayer for Abby, it'd be welcome.
May ye sailin' be good, n' may the rest o' Abby's journey be on a calm and gentle sea. Enough of the storms already.
~Pirate, philosophically
P.S.: Part of me new job is also answerin' messages from all ye dogs out there who want some dog-to-dog advice. If ye need help pillaging, escapin', or foilin' ye people, drop me a message in a bottle, n' I'll get back to ye as soon as I can. |
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