New stuff: My short-tiffy-cat story, Coyote Story #1, Coyote Story #2, and The Tale of Eli!

(so far)

I don't remember where or when I was born. I just remember lots of warm bodies. I think those were my brothers and sisters. Oh, and there was this wonderful, BIG warm body, and food came out of it. That was Mom.Ohhhh, she was so sweet.

Some folks came and took me away from Mom and the other warm bodies. It was cold and scary. They were fun to play with, but they always seemed mad at me for something or other. They gave me two names: Coco (they said that one in a sweet voice) and Bad Dog (they said that one in an angry voice)!

One morning we got in the car and went to the Elmsford Animal Shelterin New York. They were very nice to me there, and never ever called me Bad Dog. They didn't call me Coco, either. They gave me a brand new name: Chuckie. I liked that name plenty! I had a Samoyed friend there. He beat me up all the time. That was OK, I guess. Oh, and sometimes I sat under the cat cages. The cats liked to swat my ears. Yow!

I have a brief memory of staying with some furry woman for a while. She took me from Elmsford one morning and drove me in her car, which had seats made of cow hide! The fur lady and her house smelled like lots of flowers and some stuff she sprayed on the furniture. That was nice, but she called me Bad Dog a lot, too. So she took me back to Elmsford after a short time. (sniff)

The best memory is when Mister and Lady came to see me! Mister smelled like the woods and sweat. Lady smelled like good cooking, and she was very soft! I knew immediately that I wanted to go home with them. So I jumped into Mister's arms, and they figured they had to take me home. They named me ZEKE, and they give me lots of lovin'!!!

That was almost four years ago. Then Mister and the Lady decided that I needed a puppy to play with. Along came Eli, a whiny little black puppy scheduled for the gas chamber at the pound. He was so rotten and rude, nobody wanted him... except us. So now he's my brother, and we rassle all day! We do everything together. Sure, he can be pretty mean to me, but what can I do? I'm an underdog.

This year we moved to a place called Seattle. We piled our stuff in a big truck and rode it across the country. We met lots of dogs along the way, and nice people, too. I like Seattle much more than the East Coast. It's warmer here in the winter, and we have a house and a fenced back yard all to ourselves! I don't mind the rain at all. We go to the dog park every day and run around with our friends. What could be better?

Hey, ya wanna hear about me and the coyotes?