I have a plan on how to make money to purchase things from the concession. I’m going to make a bet that I can eat more kibbles than any other dog. It’s a win/win for me. I get to eat all the kibbles I want and I get money from the other dogs.
I’m not sure if all the dogs are getting credits contributed to their accounts because some of them are eating the cheap dog food that is slopped out twice a day. Unlike me, who is getting the expensive specialized food that I had before. If anything, this gives me hope that my parents are still trying to get me out.
Maybe I’m being held for ransom. It could be that it’s not a fine or making bail that is holding them back. It could be that the prison is actually holding me ransom for the most amount of money they can get from me.
I might need to create a Bob Bailout Fund. Hook it into all the social networking sites. Do a news media blasts. Get the word out that I’m being held captive. Come to think about it, I’m not sure what law I broke?
The last I remember was that I was minding my own business in the back of the car when we drove up to the business. My mom spoke to the owners and the next thing I know I was walked into the prison.
At first I thought it was a dog retreat where I was going to get a facial and massage. Once through the double gates I released this wasn’t a retreat but a prison. Before I could warn my mom it was a trap the door was shut behind me and I was whisked through the double gates. I tried to make a break for it but it was too late. Trapped behind the fence separated from those that love and adore me.
Until I can setup the Bob Bailout Fund raiser, I’ll need to raise money anyway possible. Making the bet that I can eat 10 kibbles might be a good start. I got the idea from Cool Hand Luke who eat 50 hard boiled eggs. I’m not against eating hard boiled eggs but I’m not allowed into the kitchen nor have I seen a chicken in a long time.
The last time I saw a chicken was in Watsonville, California along one of the roads running next to a farm. There they were a whole flock of chickens. I didn’t make eye contact because they may have saw it as a challenge and I didn’t want to get hen pecked.
What is a group of chicken called a flock? A bunch of Raven’s is called a murder. Maybe they are called a bunch of chickens. Personally, I don’t like chickens. Speaking of that. I was reading the side of a cat food package. It said, “all the things your cat naturally loves, beef, chicken and fish.”
The things your cat naturally loves? I haven’t seen a cat take down a cow, capture a chicken or catch a fish. How is that something they naturally like? I’ve seen cats catch mice, rats, brown birds and butterflies. Why don’t they make cat food out of that. Things cats naturally catch not what they naturally like? I personally never seen a cat tearing across a field and kill a bull. I’d love to see a house cat do that. Like that would happen in my life time.
WOW, I really have too much time on my hands in prison to reflect upon the marketing of cat food. Really? When was the last time one ever say a cat in a car or shopping? You see dogs all the time in the store with their parents shopping. A cat? Like a cat would ever go out with their parents.
I did see a cat being walked down the road once. Neither the cat nor the owner were doing a good job at it. The cat was wrapping itself around every pole it walked next to. Come on! Cats are suppose to be smarter than dogs? Really? At least a dog can walk on a leash.
I’ll admit it too a while to teach the human how to walk on a leash but at least they learned. The only reason us dogs walk on a leash is so that the people know were to go. If left on their own they’d be lost in a few minutes. A cat can’t even teach their owner how to walk on a leash.
If you haven’t guessed, I’m not really that much of a cat person. I’ve had experience with cats and they are okay. I have respect for them but cats are, well how to put it…. A bit weird. The pee and poop in a box. Walk and sleep on top of anything they want. They don’t listen or respect the wishes of their owners.
At least dogs respect and listen to the parents. I hear what my parents tell me. I then decide if I want to do it or not. Most of the time out of respect for them I do what they tell me. Most of the time they are telling me things that are for my betterment. Like come here, cuff up, hop you.
If you didn’t know what cuff up means it is the term used for when I have to put the leash on so we don’t get separated from each other. If I didn’t put a leash on my dad would wander off. How am I going to explain to my mom that dad wandered off because I didn’t put the leash. Next thing I know we’d be in the car driving around looking for him. I can’t tell you how many times he’s opened the front door and wandered off.
Hopefully the note got to my parents so I can get out of here in a few days. My ideas of escape are falling short. I doubt it has anything to do with my height. Speaking of heigth, cats can climb. I wonder if I can climb over the fence. I don’t have to worry about guard dogs or dogs barking because everyone is a dog and barking in this place. Hmm, I think I may have an idea on how to get out of here. I think that is my plan. When I get out to the outdoor yard. I’ll make a run for the fence and climb to freedom. I might have to dog a few sprays from the water bottle. A few squirt with water is nothing compared to my freedom.
I will be a dog on the run. Moving from city to city. Picking up odd jobs to make ends meet. I might even have to change my name to throw their scent off of me. Tomorrow is a new day and I’ll be a free dog if my plan works out.