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Post by pedrodeshyburro on Nov 27, 2008 13:50:04 GMT -5
Bear and Molly were glad in just another 24 hours before they would be out of this place. And home again in Paso. What they didn't expect was the last piece of the puzzle would cause so much trouble for them all..................
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Post by Bara on Nov 27, 2008 14:54:14 GMT -5
Ha ha! Brooks, you fiend...
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Post by Bara on Nov 27, 2008 15:22:06 GMT -5
Lexie, Buster, Chico, Fifi, Shep, Jacques, Joey the Jack Russell and the Weimeraner were pacing their cells. ALL the American dogs were celebrating Thanksgiving - it was a holiday.
The English dogs could smell the turkey of the American Dogs' feast. Joey, the Jack Russell set up a howling. Chico pounced on him ...
Shhhhhhhh!
Stella, the half French/half American poodle was acting as go between - Ilsa, the All American German Shhhhh was with her. Keeping her eye on Jacques.
Meanwhile, Shannon and Bara were INSIDE, trying to get Cesar drunk ... But Gunther stayed deadly sober ...
OUTSIDE, Brooks, Terrie, Edgie, Forry, Rad and - HELLO? Goalie are nonchantly lining themselves up outside the proposed tunnel exit. They are the get away team.
Meanwhile, Bear is busy on the laptop (with frequent interruptions and suggestions from Molly.) Bear and Rad are working out the getaway plan.
Once the dogs (and humans) have escaped through the tunnel - then the horses will spirit them home. (Yeah, right,' says Bear, who has been working out the logistics.)
"So," said Bear. "That would be Auntie Terrie, Dakota, Shep, Ilsa and Auntie Shannon on Edgie"
"Ooooffff," said Edgie.
"And mum, Lex, Uncle Cesar (:-)) Stella, Molly and ..." "NO WAY!" Shouted Forry. "I'm prepared to take Chico. That's it! And possibly, JUST POSSIBLY, I'd tow Auntie Brooks if she'd hang on to my tail!"
Rad started to get angry and Molly and Bear faced up to Forry ...
"LOOK! (Achtung!)" said Ilsa. "We're all tired. We'll do this early tomorrow. We don't have much time. Tomorrow is D-Day. Who has a count of who we have in terms of dogs, horses and humans? Who's inside the camp and what help do we have outside?"
The dogs subsided, muttering...
Tomorrow is break-out day and I don't really think our prisoners or rescuers are organised.
As the squabbling was reaching 'dog-fight' pitch, Gunther stepped into Dakota's luxury apartment, where our escape committee were sitting in a circle.
"SIT!" He commanded ...
There was a pause -
"Errr, we're SAT" said Dakota... motioning with her paw.
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Post by Goalie on Nov 27, 2008 17:36:53 GMT -5
"now what?" asked Dakota as she was giving the other dogs part of the turkey dinner. Soon all were munching when Goalie stuck his head in through the secret tunnel.
"You've forgotten about me, and I do know an easier way to get the pups out of here." all you have to do is wrap yourselves up in my winter rug here and when Mom goes to put it on me we will be able to slide you all down the hill to freedom.There your mums will be waiting with carriages to take us all to our homes."
the pups looked at Goalie like he had lost his mind...........
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Post by pedrodeshyburro on Nov 28, 2008 1:41:21 GMT -5
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Post by Bara on Nov 29, 2008 7:57:22 GMT -5
There was an astonished silence around the circle. Each dog looked at his or her neighbour, then looked down at the floor, embarrassed.
Gunther cleared his throat. "That's what I've been trying to tell you," he said. "What Brooks said. Dakota, Molly and Bear are correct."
Lexie cleared her throat (though it sounded like a growl). Then she looked down at the floor. The dogs already wrapped in Goalie's winter blanket tried, surrpetitiously, to drop it to the floor.
"Wanna plaYY?" Yiped Boo. All the dogs smacked him round the head.
One by one, the outside rescue party squeezed through the secret tunnel into Dakota's boudoir. Auntie Brooks was being towed along by Forry.
Soon, there was standing room only in Dakota's luxury suite. It was packed with equines, canines and hum-ines. Dakota sighed and called room service.
When Boo came round, after his dazed state, it was to see uniformed butlers of each species handing around plates (or bowls) of canapes and silver trays (or bowls or troughs) of drinks.
What a feast! There was Champagne and lobster for the dogs ... Apples, carrots and polomints for the humans Best tripe and liver for the horses ....
"HOLD IT!" commanded Gunther. In a confused flurry, the trays were switched and everyone settled down to enjoying their treats of choice.The cocktail hubbub swelled.
Stella and Fifi were seen to be conversing earnestly and quietly, in French, in a corner. Fifi was seen to be a bit tearful and blowing her nose.
Jacques, forgiven, was licking Ilsa's nose. Everyone pretended not to notice, but her beret was looking decidely askew. Everyone knew they would soon slip outside.
"Great party!" shouted Auntie Terrie to Dakota, across the rising noise... Rad snorted.
Gunther clapped his hands for silence, and jingled on a water bowl. Gradually silence descended on the party and everyone looked expectantly towards him.
"Because," he said firmly, "because you are ALL here, everyone has to do the final exam. So I hope no-one has had too much water ... or Champagne?"
A ripple ran around the room, but anxious glances were exchanged.
Gunther continued : "We ARE a dog training centre. We're used to canines and people, so we have had to devise a new test to involve ... errr ... is it politically correct? Errr - to say 'horses' ..."
The room went quiet, the horses looked a bit confused.
Shannon, Cesar and Bara walked into the apartment and slammed to a halt in the face of all this activity. All eyes turned to them. There was a split second pause.
"Where's Ilsa?" Asked Shannon. The dogs shuffled their paws, the horses shuffled their hooves, the humans - oh YOU get the picture.
"Calm? Submeesseeve?" Asked Cesar. "WaNNA PLAY?" said Boo.
"Probably," muttered Molly. They all laughed.
"And NOW," continued Gunther, sternly, "we'll see what you have learned. "Then we have to work out how to get everyone home ...
"But first, the test. And that's another story ....."
The room fell silent. Eventually, one dog cleared his throat.
"Anyone wanna ...." whispered Boo, Buster-Boo.
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