Creak Speaks
There's Something in the Food
Are Creak's pets trying to "poison" him again?
So I think my two-legged pets are trying to poison me again.
Every day, as soon as I have finished my meal, I cannot help but feel itchy all over -- to the point of squirming. I find myself every afternoon writhing on the carpet, on my back, in pure itching annoyance.
My pets think it is "cute."
But I cannot help but wonder ... what is it I am being fed that causes such a physical disturbance for me?
Rolling on the ground only temporarily relieves my back. To get to the inside of my paws -- which, believe you me, burn like they are being held aloft a flame -- I find myself licking and gnawing into my paw pad, desperate for my too-short teeth to scratch the burning skin below.
Couple the exertion of rolling around, bending and contorting with osteoarthritis (in four legs, thank you), and it makes for an exhausting afternoon. Every day.
It has to be something in the food ...
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Summer Begins
Creak enjoys his time in the sun.
As summer begins and the weather gets hot (the American Southwest will do that, you know), my two-legged pets have been all complaints, frantically scrambling from one air-conditioned building to the next -- as if too much time under the sun will melt them to the ground.
I do not mind the warm weather. No, I rather enjoy it. Perhaps it's the wonderful sense of lethargy that overcomes me. Perhaps it's the fact that much of my perpetual nagging knee pain temporarily subsides.
Whatever the cause, I feel contented. Just laying here, taking an occasional sip of water, and watching the beautiful blue sky above.
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The Height of Intrigue
Creak can't help his fascination with humans.
I am fascinated by the Two Leggers. I cannot deny it -- I always have been.
Whether my own pets, or those of fellow Canines, humans intrigue me endlessly. Perhaps too much so, as I want nothing more than to meet and greet every person who comes through the door.
Which is, apparently, problematic for my pets. They take every pain to keep me from the new humans -- even going so far as to barricade me in another room when my attempts at freedom prove almost fruitful.
I do not understand. Here I am -- with my heart overflowing with love -- and I am being punished.
Which in itself is intriguing. Damn.
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