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Sidi Speaks!
Fondest greetings to my friends and family far and wide! While I was gone I guess that Sidi Dog had some interesting adventures. Thalassatx sent me a photo of Essa and Sidi with the blue monkey around his neck, and so I got in touch with him (psychically, of course) to get the whole story. This is what the Dog told me, so I share with you the latest installment of The Luckiest Dog in the World:
Title: More Stuff About the Dog
Series: The Luckiest Dog in the World – 25
Author: Pecos – PecosPhil@sprintmail.com
Website: http://www.chimerafic.com
Rating: PG – crude language, innuendo
Feedback: remember the golden rule, (please!)
Disclaimer: I don’t make the toys, I’m
only playing with them. No money made,
nor disrespect intended
Who’s in it?: Orlando Bloom, his Dog, his pals...
Note: Please forgive any intentional or
unintentional abuse of facts and history.
Summary: Sidi is Orlando’s dog, and he’s got a
story to tell
More Stuff About the Dog
Hello again Nice Person who likes to read about this Dog and all the Stuff that happens to me! I have been Really Busy for a long long time, like longer than many days, and I haven’t had time to tell more about my life. But now I’m going to tell you some more of my story so you can read about me and my Pack and some the exciting things that have happene! I’m the Luckiest Dog in the World, you know, in case you didn’t remember. My name is Sidi, and I am a handsome Black Dog!
Lots of Stuff happened to me since the last time I was talking to you, and I’ve kinda forgotten most of it. But there was new places and lots of People and Dogs and playing and getting Treats and even a whole steak once got dropped on the floor in the Food tent in the Pie-rates place, and you can guess who got to eat it! Steak is good! You should go get some right now and share it with your own Dog Pack! I’ll even eat the burnt up bits and take the bone parts, thanks!
But the Best Thing that happened in this time is that my Alpha Bitch Kate came back to the Pack from the far away place and she brought Bitch Dog Essa with her and my Pack was pretty much whole again! If Viggo and Sean and the Hobbit People were there it would have been even better, but the Dog can’t make stuff like that happen or else I would Always have my Big Pack, right?
There was also some People Friends like Baz and his Dog, who is called something complicated by the humans, but I know him as Always-gets-his-claws-trimmed Dog. Baz is really weird about cutting on his Dog’s toenails. It’s strange. I just chew mine, like you’re supposed to, you know? I guess it doesn’t hurt Always-gets-his-claws-trimmed Dog, because he doesn’t yelp, but when Baz paints his Dog’s claws with colored paint I have to draw the line. I do Not Approve of painting Dog claws. I growl at Baz when he does this thing, and then he laughs at me and calls me Butch. My name is not Butch, but other than that Baz is a Good Person, so I let that slide by, okay? Then, when no one is looking, I make dominance over Always-gets-his-claws-trimmed Dog because he’s smaller than me.
On the topic of calling Dog’s names, I have to tell you that there seems to be some confusion about the name of my Bitch Dog packmate, Essa. Her real name is Fart-smell Dog, which I’m sure all of you know. And if you’ve ever been around her after Crunchy Good Things eating then you know why she’s called that! But anyway, some people are calling her Lila, which is nice too, but not as nice as Essa. So I don’t care what you call her. She’ll answer to anything, even ‘Dammit, Dog!’ and she comes Fast if there’s Treats involved. She’s My Bitch, but mostly we’re just packmates and Dog Friends. If she ever makes puppies I would be their daddy, I think, and I would raise them better than my Dog Dad raised me, because he was totally gone…and I’m not going to go away…ever.
Anyway, those were Good Days with my Pack back together, and there was happy Walkies on the beach and chasing the mean little creatures with stone hands and getting in the water and then shaking it all over my Alpha Bitch Kate, who was trying to stay dry. That stuff makes me laugh! There were great places to take a Nap and I didn’t have to worry about the Evil Guy in the Brown Truck because he doesn’t know how to drive to the Islands places, I guess. Sometimes my Alpha Male, who you remember is called Orlando, had to go away on Little Trips because of his Pie-Rates making, but he always came right back to his Pack. I would get left with People I knew well, but of course they weren’t my Alpha so I was just Waiting the whole time he was gone. Even when Essa was there with me I would have to Worry and Wait, and that’s not Good, so I’m going to try to forget about that bad stuff.
It doesn’t do you any Good to remember the Bad stuff, so you should just try to remember the Good stuff. But sometimes that’s really hard to tell one without the other, so I’m going to tell you about All of the Stuff that I can remember, even the scary Bad stuff.
There was a day on the island called Bah-hamas when my Alpha came back from a long time making Pie-Rates with his Play pack, and the first thing he wanted to do was take his real Pack Walkies on the beach. He calls it ‘Puppy-Therapy’. This is always a Good thing with Me! I will always be Happy to therapy my Alphas!
I Barked and ran around until the lead got clipped to my collar, but the lead was just until we got onto the sand because usually I can get free to Run around like a Crazy Dog on the beach! Beaches are Okay with Dogs! The people got into their little bitty clothes, which always involves some laughing and prancing around making fake dominance, and then we went out the door and down the wood steps and on the path to the sand. The sand was hot on my pads and very soft so that my feet sank really deep. This is different sand from the place where I was whelped, and this sand is harder to walk on, but there’s a lot less things hiding in the sand waiting to bite you, so I guess I like the Bah-hamas sand better.
We headed down to the water, where the wet makes the sand cooler and easier to walk on, and this is a good thing! That was where my Alpha unclipped the lead and let me Run Around like a Crazy Dog! Essa ran too, and it was a shame that Always-gets-his-claws-trimmed Dog or the others weren’t around because there was some fun times had getting into the water and out again and Barking! when no one tells you to shut up. My Alpha chased me like he was Mad, but of course he wasn’t really. This is his acting thing! Essa ran way down the beach and I ran after her until I caught her. She’s Really fast, but I must be faster because I’m the male Dog! She bit at me and knocked me over and then I ran back up the beach with her chasing me pretending that she was Mad too! She kept catching me and biting at my tail, and I would have to dodge and yelp at her. This all was Lots of Fun!
When we got to where the people were again we were still running very hard and I think it must have been Essa who ran too close to Kate and knocked her on her butt in the sand. Orlando yelled at me anyway, and I had to stop and come back to make Sorry! but by then the people were both on the wet sand rolling around like puppies. I jumped in there and got pushed around until my lush black coat was completely full of sand. Essa came back, probably Happy because she didn’t get yelled at, and she started digging holes on the beach.
Of course I am the real expert hole digger, so I had to go show her how to do it. But my holes kept filling with water, which wrecks a good hole, while Essa’s seemed to stay dry. Obviously there was something wrong with this beach, so I decided to go into the water to get the sand out of my beautiful coat. My Alpha, Orlando, went in there with me and we both swam in the waves for a while. But the Dog got tired faster than the Person, so I got out to lie in the sun. Orlando can stay in the water for a really long time – whole days probably – and you just have to bark at him occasionally and chase crabs while you wait.
My Alpha Bitch Kate was petting Essa and talking to her, so I got in there as close as I could and made sure that I got some petting too. Kate told me I was ‘such a guy!’ This is obviously a Good thing! I lay on my back so she could scratch my tummy, which was itchy from the ocean water. I think that Kate likes guys! After a while my Alpha came out of the ocean and he shook water all over Kate too and she yelled at him the same way she yells at me when I do it! She’s a bossy Bitch sometimes.
The leads got clipped to Dog collars again and the whole Pack trudged back through the hot sand to our Den. There’s a hose on the deck for washing sand off of Dogs and People, and I put up with that sort of thing because it isn’t really a bath. My Alpha rubbed me all over with a towel, which feels Very Nice! and then I ran to the bit of grass in the yard to roll until all my hairs were in the right place again. Essa was rolling too, but she made farts when she did that so I ran over and nosed the door open to go inside with the People and leave smelly Dogs outside!
“Wet Dog!” Kate complained when I went past her. Sometimes she says kinda stupid things. Of course I was wet! That’s what the water does to you. But my coat was all glossy and sleek again and my tail was curled just right, so it wasn’t like I didn’t look handsome, unlike my Alpha, who was bare naked and his hair stuck out sideways and his skin was hot from inside water and stinky stuff. But nobody ever yells at him when he’s wet.
Kate was putting on her cloth bits and when she rummaged around in the wooden sliding box where she keeps her little bits she stopped and frowned. That was the same moment that I caught a strange smell in the room and my tail stopped wagging and went stiff.
There’s a lot of People who come into our Den at different times. There’s the Play Pack people, who bring paper things and other stuff, or sometimes just to talk or share drinks. There’s Hotel People, who move stuff around and take away towels and so on, and sometimes these people also fight with the dreaded Vacuum Monster (this is when I hide under the bed!) and there’s Food Guys, who just bring Food around. I like these People the best, and after they’ve been to our Den a couple of times they usually have a Special Treat just for the Dogs! Food Guys are Excellent! There’s also friends like Johnny or Baz or Charlieze and Stuart, and some of them have their own Dog Packs that come over to play, and this is Very Good too! But I have to tell you that the Man I was smelling in the air of our Den was a new Guy, and I didn’t like the dark, nervous smell of him one little bit!
I whoofed air through my nose in the space of Kate’s box of little clothes, and I could smell his sweaty hands touching these thing. My hackles went up and I had to growl in my throat. My Alpha Orlando had stopped what he was doing as soon as Kate had said some words, and he watched me closely as I whoofed more of this Bad Man’s scent, and then I started searching the room. The Bad Man had also touched Orlando’s things, and opened all of the boxes. Orlando pushed me aside gently and made an unhappy noise as he found that something was missing. I followed the scent into another room and found places where this Bad Man had touched papers and things in the kitchen. He had even been touching the cold box, which is where some of our Food is kept, and that’s when I was absolutely certain that he was a Bad Person because he was probably trying to take away our Food!
I growled loudly at the cold box and hoped that someone would check the place where the bag of Crunchy Good Things is kept, but Orlando was busy grabbing up one of the books that he always carries with him. This book has a boring cover outside, but when you open it up there’s a hole inside and this is where my Alpha puts his Very Important Past Port and papers. Those things were still there, and he was obviously very much relieved to see them. I was still worried about the Crunchy Good Things, but my Alpha used the noisy box to call someone to come over, and it was just a small time until one of the big men from the Play Pack arrived. This was Smells-like-leather Man, and he’s the guy who goes next to my Alpha when there’s too many Squeee Girls around and the people who yell “OrliOrliOrli!” I like this guy, but I barked at him anyhow when he came in because I was mad that I hadn’t been around to catch the Bad Man.
The People went all over the Den, looking at everything, and I guess some other stuffs were missing too. Kate was very sad and worried about this, and Essa climbed up on the couch to cuddle with her and make Sorry! that a bad thing had happened. My own Alpha was angry, and when he’s angry he is a Glorious Thing! His smell changes to a sharp scent of bent grass and cold burnt wood, and I love to breathe it in and admire him even though it’s because he’s been pushed around and is about to push somebody back. He doesn’t get mad very often, but when he does he is a Very Impressive Alpha Male! I was mostly staying out of the way, but then Orlando called me over and told me to sniff around again, starting with a thing that had been moved by the Bad Man.
So I went over the house sniffing all the places he had touched and walked, which was easy because this Bad Man had smelled very strong of something fake and nasty. When I got to the box where Kate keeps her small clothes my Alpha got Really Mad, and then there was yelling and banging on things! Another couple of People were called, and the Hotel Guy from behind the big stone desk in the lobby, and my Alpha was so busy yelling and pointing that I finally got bored and went to the kitchen to check on the Crunchy Good Things again. Kate found me there and poured out dinner for the Hungry Dogs. I think she maybe put some extra in my bowl, because Essa was done eating a long time before I was.
That night Smells-like-leather Man slept on the couch in our Den, and he snores. I watched him sometimes as I made my rounds doing surveillance on stuff to be sure that no Bad Man tried to come back. Kate and Orlando Alphas talked for a long time before they finally slept, and I knew that they were making Plans about Stuff. Essa got to sleep in the bedroom with the People, but I kept opening the door so I could go do patrol on the Den and listen at the doors and windows.
In the morning more People came over to visit, including Boss Man Guy Gore, and there was more talking. And then I got nervous because my Alphas were packing their bags up with everything in the Den, and the Sidi bag was still sitting there, forgotten. Essa figured out what was going on and started whining, and Kate stopped to talk to her and pet her and that’s when my Alpha remembered to pick up Sidi’s things, including my Bowl and my Basket of Toys! He almost forgot my best Viggo shirt, which I like to nest on, but I dragged it out and he pushed it in the bag with a little laugh and a knowing wink at his Dog.
Then we all went in a Big Car to the Airport place, but I was unhappy to see that the boxes were there. These are boxes for putting Dogs into when there’s going to be a long trip and for some reason your People can’t let you sit at their feet in the airplane. I HATE these boxes! I whined and barked and whined some more, but in the end I got put inside one and so did Essa and the doors were closed tight. Even though my Alpha was making Sorry! to me about being locked up inside the box I was Mad! He fed me a bit of cheese, and I almost didn’t eat it, but even being Mad! doesn’t wreck the prefect taste of cheese, so I finally took it from him. He usually gives me cheese when I have to go in the box because it’s the thing I like the most.
“Did you drug them?” Kate asked Orlando, sounding sad.
“I had to,” my Alpha told her, petting me through the box’s wire door. “It’s a long flight to London.”
London sounds like a familiar place, and I think I was glad that our Pack was going there. I yawned and thought about lying down inside the box, especially because Essa was doing it. But then a stinky man came to roll away the cart that our boxes were on and my Alphas had to tell us ‘goodbye!’ I hate that word, ‘goodbye!’ It sounds like there might be something good in it, but there isn’t. ‘Goodhello!’ is Okay with me, but nobody ever says that. The boxes got shoved and bounced and then put in a small room where it was very loud and crowded, and I was glad that I was safe inside the box instead of getting piled up like the other stuff in there and maybe smashed. It got quieter when the door closed, but I didn’t like being in this little place without a window to stick your head out.
I remembered the sounds getting loud when the airplane started to drive, and some familiar feeling of being pressed down, but I guess I fell asleep. It didn’t seem like very long until there was a strange sound that woke me up and I got to my feet quickly as the door to the room was opened. Fresh air rushed into the little room and it smelled hot and strange and green – nothing like what I remembered London Place smelling before. A Man was moving things around and taking some boxes out of the little room. I wanted to get out, especially because I had to make piss very badly, but he seemed to be ignoring us. Then Essa started barking, and the man said something and came back quickly with another man.
These two men pulled our boxes to the door and looked at the papers stuck to the boxes and I whined that I had to get out of the box to piss and maybe make shit too. The men put our boxes on the ground, and then on a cart, and we got moved to a place in the shade. And then there was a lady there with a rope and she opened my door very cautiously and made sure she had the rope around my neck. She let me lead her to the nearest bit of grass, which was more like weeds in the blazing sun and loud noises of the airport, and I pissed and shitted and sighed with relief. Someone else did the same thing for Essa, and then they poured out water from a bottle for us into the bowls of their hands and I licked up every drop because I was very thirsty from being locked in the box.
“Welcome to Brazil,” someone told me, and they were laughing. I looked all around for my Alpha, but he wasn’t there anywhere!
Title: More Stuff About the Dog
Series: The Luckiest Dog in the World – 25
Author: Pecos – PecosPhil@sprintmail.com
Website: http://www.chimerafic.com
Rating: PG – crude language, innuendo
Feedback: remember the golden rule, (please!)
Disclaimer: I don’t make the toys, I’m
only playing with them. No money made,
nor disrespect intended
Who’s in it?: Orlando Bloom, his Dog, his pals...
Note: Please forgive any intentional or
unintentional abuse of facts and history.
Summary: Sidi is Orlando’s dog, and he’s got a
story to tell
More Stuff About the Dog
Hello again Nice Person who likes to read about this Dog and all the Stuff that happens to me! I have been Really Busy for a long long time, like longer than many days, and I haven’t had time to tell more about my life. But now I’m going to tell you some more of my story so you can read about me and my Pack and some the exciting things that have happene! I’m the Luckiest Dog in the World, you know, in case you didn’t remember. My name is Sidi, and I am a handsome Black Dog!
Lots of Stuff happened to me since the last time I was talking to you, and I’ve kinda forgotten most of it. But there was new places and lots of People and Dogs and playing and getting Treats and even a whole steak once got dropped on the floor in the Food tent in the Pie-rates place, and you can guess who got to eat it! Steak is good! You should go get some right now and share it with your own Dog Pack! I’ll even eat the burnt up bits and take the bone parts, thanks!
But the Best Thing that happened in this time is that my Alpha Bitch Kate came back to the Pack from the far away place and she brought Bitch Dog Essa with her and my Pack was pretty much whole again! If Viggo and Sean and the Hobbit People were there it would have been even better, but the Dog can’t make stuff like that happen or else I would Always have my Big Pack, right?
There was also some People Friends like Baz and his Dog, who is called something complicated by the humans, but I know him as Always-gets-his-claws-trimmed Dog. Baz is really weird about cutting on his Dog’s toenails. It’s strange. I just chew mine, like you’re supposed to, you know? I guess it doesn’t hurt Always-gets-his-claws-trimmed Dog, because he doesn’t yelp, but when Baz paints his Dog’s claws with colored paint I have to draw the line. I do Not Approve of painting Dog claws. I growl at Baz when he does this thing, and then he laughs at me and calls me Butch. My name is not Butch, but other than that Baz is a Good Person, so I let that slide by, okay? Then, when no one is looking, I make dominance over Always-gets-his-claws-trimmed Dog because he’s smaller than me.
On the topic of calling Dog’s names, I have to tell you that there seems to be some confusion about the name of my Bitch Dog packmate, Essa. Her real name is Fart-smell Dog, which I’m sure all of you know. And if you’ve ever been around her after Crunchy Good Things eating then you know why she’s called that! But anyway, some people are calling her Lila, which is nice too, but not as nice as Essa. So I don’t care what you call her. She’ll answer to anything, even ‘Dammit, Dog!’ and she comes Fast if there’s Treats involved. She’s My Bitch, but mostly we’re just packmates and Dog Friends. If she ever makes puppies I would be their daddy, I think, and I would raise them better than my Dog Dad raised me, because he was totally gone…and I’m not going to go away…ever.
Anyway, those were Good Days with my Pack back together, and there was happy Walkies on the beach and chasing the mean little creatures with stone hands and getting in the water and then shaking it all over my Alpha Bitch Kate, who was trying to stay dry. That stuff makes me laugh! There were great places to take a Nap and I didn’t have to worry about the Evil Guy in the Brown Truck because he doesn’t know how to drive to the Islands places, I guess. Sometimes my Alpha Male, who you remember is called Orlando, had to go away on Little Trips because of his Pie-Rates making, but he always came right back to his Pack. I would get left with People I knew well, but of course they weren’t my Alpha so I was just Waiting the whole time he was gone. Even when Essa was there with me I would have to Worry and Wait, and that’s not Good, so I’m going to try to forget about that bad stuff.
It doesn’t do you any Good to remember the Bad stuff, so you should just try to remember the Good stuff. But sometimes that’s really hard to tell one without the other, so I’m going to tell you about All of the Stuff that I can remember, even the scary Bad stuff.
There was a day on the island called Bah-hamas when my Alpha came back from a long time making Pie-Rates with his Play pack, and the first thing he wanted to do was take his real Pack Walkies on the beach. He calls it ‘Puppy-Therapy’. This is always a Good thing with Me! I will always be Happy to therapy my Alphas!
I Barked and ran around until the lead got clipped to my collar, but the lead was just until we got onto the sand because usually I can get free to Run around like a Crazy Dog on the beach! Beaches are Okay with Dogs! The people got into their little bitty clothes, which always involves some laughing and prancing around making fake dominance, and then we went out the door and down the wood steps and on the path to the sand. The sand was hot on my pads and very soft so that my feet sank really deep. This is different sand from the place where I was whelped, and this sand is harder to walk on, but there’s a lot less things hiding in the sand waiting to bite you, so I guess I like the Bah-hamas sand better.
We headed down to the water, where the wet makes the sand cooler and easier to walk on, and this is a good thing! That was where my Alpha unclipped the lead and let me Run Around like a Crazy Dog! Essa ran too, and it was a shame that Always-gets-his-claws-trimmed Dog or the others weren’t around because there was some fun times had getting into the water and out again and Barking! when no one tells you to shut up. My Alpha chased me like he was Mad, but of course he wasn’t really. This is his acting thing! Essa ran way down the beach and I ran after her until I caught her. She’s Really fast, but I must be faster because I’m the male Dog! She bit at me and knocked me over and then I ran back up the beach with her chasing me pretending that she was Mad too! She kept catching me and biting at my tail, and I would have to dodge and yelp at her. This all was Lots of Fun!
When we got to where the people were again we were still running very hard and I think it must have been Essa who ran too close to Kate and knocked her on her butt in the sand. Orlando yelled at me anyway, and I had to stop and come back to make Sorry! but by then the people were both on the wet sand rolling around like puppies. I jumped in there and got pushed around until my lush black coat was completely full of sand. Essa came back, probably Happy because she didn’t get yelled at, and she started digging holes on the beach.
Of course I am the real expert hole digger, so I had to go show her how to do it. But my holes kept filling with water, which wrecks a good hole, while Essa’s seemed to stay dry. Obviously there was something wrong with this beach, so I decided to go into the water to get the sand out of my beautiful coat. My Alpha, Orlando, went in there with me and we both swam in the waves for a while. But the Dog got tired faster than the Person, so I got out to lie in the sun. Orlando can stay in the water for a really long time – whole days probably – and you just have to bark at him occasionally and chase crabs while you wait.
My Alpha Bitch Kate was petting Essa and talking to her, so I got in there as close as I could and made sure that I got some petting too. Kate told me I was ‘such a guy!’ This is obviously a Good thing! I lay on my back so she could scratch my tummy, which was itchy from the ocean water. I think that Kate likes guys! After a while my Alpha came out of the ocean and he shook water all over Kate too and she yelled at him the same way she yells at me when I do it! She’s a bossy Bitch sometimes.
The leads got clipped to Dog collars again and the whole Pack trudged back through the hot sand to our Den. There’s a hose on the deck for washing sand off of Dogs and People, and I put up with that sort of thing because it isn’t really a bath. My Alpha rubbed me all over with a towel, which feels Very Nice! and then I ran to the bit of grass in the yard to roll until all my hairs were in the right place again. Essa was rolling too, but she made farts when she did that so I ran over and nosed the door open to go inside with the People and leave smelly Dogs outside!
“Wet Dog!” Kate complained when I went past her. Sometimes she says kinda stupid things. Of course I was wet! That’s what the water does to you. But my coat was all glossy and sleek again and my tail was curled just right, so it wasn’t like I didn’t look handsome, unlike my Alpha, who was bare naked and his hair stuck out sideways and his skin was hot from inside water and stinky stuff. But nobody ever yells at him when he’s wet.
Kate was putting on her cloth bits and when she rummaged around in the wooden sliding box where she keeps her little bits she stopped and frowned. That was the same moment that I caught a strange smell in the room and my tail stopped wagging and went stiff.
There’s a lot of People who come into our Den at different times. There’s the Play Pack people, who bring paper things and other stuff, or sometimes just to talk or share drinks. There’s Hotel People, who move stuff around and take away towels and so on, and sometimes these people also fight with the dreaded Vacuum Monster (this is when I hide under the bed!) and there’s Food Guys, who just bring Food around. I like these People the best, and after they’ve been to our Den a couple of times they usually have a Special Treat just for the Dogs! Food Guys are Excellent! There’s also friends like Johnny or Baz or Charlieze and Stuart, and some of them have their own Dog Packs that come over to play, and this is Very Good too! But I have to tell you that the Man I was smelling in the air of our Den was a new Guy, and I didn’t like the dark, nervous smell of him one little bit!
I whoofed air through my nose in the space of Kate’s box of little clothes, and I could smell his sweaty hands touching these thing. My hackles went up and I had to growl in my throat. My Alpha Orlando had stopped what he was doing as soon as Kate had said some words, and he watched me closely as I whoofed more of this Bad Man’s scent, and then I started searching the room. The Bad Man had also touched Orlando’s things, and opened all of the boxes. Orlando pushed me aside gently and made an unhappy noise as he found that something was missing. I followed the scent into another room and found places where this Bad Man had touched papers and things in the kitchen. He had even been touching the cold box, which is where some of our Food is kept, and that’s when I was absolutely certain that he was a Bad Person because he was probably trying to take away our Food!
I growled loudly at the cold box and hoped that someone would check the place where the bag of Crunchy Good Things is kept, but Orlando was busy grabbing up one of the books that he always carries with him. This book has a boring cover outside, but when you open it up there’s a hole inside and this is where my Alpha puts his Very Important Past Port and papers. Those things were still there, and he was obviously very much relieved to see them. I was still worried about the Crunchy Good Things, but my Alpha used the noisy box to call someone to come over, and it was just a small time until one of the big men from the Play Pack arrived. This was Smells-like-leather Man, and he’s the guy who goes next to my Alpha when there’s too many Squeee Girls around and the people who yell “OrliOrliOrli!” I like this guy, but I barked at him anyhow when he came in because I was mad that I hadn’t been around to catch the Bad Man.
The People went all over the Den, looking at everything, and I guess some other stuffs were missing too. Kate was very sad and worried about this, and Essa climbed up on the couch to cuddle with her and make Sorry! that a bad thing had happened. My own Alpha was angry, and when he’s angry he is a Glorious Thing! His smell changes to a sharp scent of bent grass and cold burnt wood, and I love to breathe it in and admire him even though it’s because he’s been pushed around and is about to push somebody back. He doesn’t get mad very often, but when he does he is a Very Impressive Alpha Male! I was mostly staying out of the way, but then Orlando called me over and told me to sniff around again, starting with a thing that had been moved by the Bad Man.
So I went over the house sniffing all the places he had touched and walked, which was easy because this Bad Man had smelled very strong of something fake and nasty. When I got to the box where Kate keeps her small clothes my Alpha got Really Mad, and then there was yelling and banging on things! Another couple of People were called, and the Hotel Guy from behind the big stone desk in the lobby, and my Alpha was so busy yelling and pointing that I finally got bored and went to the kitchen to check on the Crunchy Good Things again. Kate found me there and poured out dinner for the Hungry Dogs. I think she maybe put some extra in my bowl, because Essa was done eating a long time before I was.
That night Smells-like-leather Man slept on the couch in our Den, and he snores. I watched him sometimes as I made my rounds doing surveillance on stuff to be sure that no Bad Man tried to come back. Kate and Orlando Alphas talked for a long time before they finally slept, and I knew that they were making Plans about Stuff. Essa got to sleep in the bedroom with the People, but I kept opening the door so I could go do patrol on the Den and listen at the doors and windows.
In the morning more People came over to visit, including Boss Man Guy Gore, and there was more talking. And then I got nervous because my Alphas were packing their bags up with everything in the Den, and the Sidi bag was still sitting there, forgotten. Essa figured out what was going on and started whining, and Kate stopped to talk to her and pet her and that’s when my Alpha remembered to pick up Sidi’s things, including my Bowl and my Basket of Toys! He almost forgot my best Viggo shirt, which I like to nest on, but I dragged it out and he pushed it in the bag with a little laugh and a knowing wink at his Dog.
Then we all went in a Big Car to the Airport place, but I was unhappy to see that the boxes were there. These are boxes for putting Dogs into when there’s going to be a long trip and for some reason your People can’t let you sit at their feet in the airplane. I HATE these boxes! I whined and barked and whined some more, but in the end I got put inside one and so did Essa and the doors were closed tight. Even though my Alpha was making Sorry! to me about being locked up inside the box I was Mad! He fed me a bit of cheese, and I almost didn’t eat it, but even being Mad! doesn’t wreck the prefect taste of cheese, so I finally took it from him. He usually gives me cheese when I have to go in the box because it’s the thing I like the most.
“Did you drug them?” Kate asked Orlando, sounding sad.
“I had to,” my Alpha told her, petting me through the box’s wire door. “It’s a long flight to London.”
London sounds like a familiar place, and I think I was glad that our Pack was going there. I yawned and thought about lying down inside the box, especially because Essa was doing it. But then a stinky man came to roll away the cart that our boxes were on and my Alphas had to tell us ‘goodbye!’ I hate that word, ‘goodbye!’ It sounds like there might be something good in it, but there isn’t. ‘Goodhello!’ is Okay with me, but nobody ever says that. The boxes got shoved and bounced and then put in a small room where it was very loud and crowded, and I was glad that I was safe inside the box instead of getting piled up like the other stuff in there and maybe smashed. It got quieter when the door closed, but I didn’t like being in this little place without a window to stick your head out.
I remembered the sounds getting loud when the airplane started to drive, and some familiar feeling of being pressed down, but I guess I fell asleep. It didn’t seem like very long until there was a strange sound that woke me up and I got to my feet quickly as the door to the room was opened. Fresh air rushed into the little room and it smelled hot and strange and green – nothing like what I remembered London Place smelling before. A Man was moving things around and taking some boxes out of the little room. I wanted to get out, especially because I had to make piss very badly, but he seemed to be ignoring us. Then Essa started barking, and the man said something and came back quickly with another man.
These two men pulled our boxes to the door and looked at the papers stuck to the boxes and I whined that I had to get out of the box to piss and maybe make shit too. The men put our boxes on the ground, and then on a cart, and we got moved to a place in the shade. And then there was a lady there with a rope and she opened my door very cautiously and made sure she had the rope around my neck. She let me lead her to the nearest bit of grass, which was more like weeds in the blazing sun and loud noises of the airport, and I pissed and shitted and sighed with relief. Someone else did the same thing for Essa, and then they poured out water from a bottle for us into the bowls of their hands and I licked up every drop because I was very thirsty from being locked in the box.
“Welcome to Brazil,” someone told me, and they were laughing. I looked all around for my Alpha, but he wasn’t there anywhere!
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I haven't signed online in months. How delightful to pop open my most very secret slash LJ to find a Sidi story.
Thank you so much for posting! Sure has started out my Saturday nicely.
Tomato -
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Meanwhile, here's some steak that fell on the floor - every dog likes floor steak. ;)
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And thank you for the steak! I could eat more, Okay?