Well, I have to start somewhere... So how about Tuesday?

Tuesdays are usually the more interesting day of the week. Due to my dad’s work schedule he has to travel to another village for the day. He also has to provide internet for email and other work related things which means that he has to take our modem with him. This frees me up a bit from my freakishly busy cyberlife and usually, to get a little more out of the house.

Yesterday I woke up to the sound of my dog wining at scratching at my windowsill (from the outside) this was not unusual so I ignored it. It was about 6:30 and I never get up that early plus I was still exhausted from last night’s reading ( Alice in wonderland- very taxing) so I decided to roll over and go back to sleep.

When I woke up again, I went out to feed the dogs and they were very playful- again nothing out of the ordinary. From there I went and ate breakfast, this was a bit out of the ordinary as I usually just have tea in the mornings, and afterward went to my school work. I spent a good 45 minutes at it and decided to take a bath before too much of the day got away from me. It was while I was washing my hair that I heard my mom and sister, Kathy, burst into such a gale of laughter that it actually frightened me.

I finished bathing and went out into the dining room where I saw my mom and sister having tea and giggling about something. I wasn’t exactly sure what it was though; the first thing I heard when I came in the room was my sister saying, “I just love going to… [Couldn’t quite make out where]… by myself…” in a funny voice. Evidently it was hilarious, because after she finished they both shrieked with laughter again.

I asked about what they were laughing about and my sister glanced at mom knowingly and replied “stuff,” at which I clarified that I meant a few minutes ago.  “Oh!” my sister started, “Louise (our cat) went outside and caught a grasshopper. He brought it inside and took it into the corner,” pointing over her shoulder, “and he would sit there with it. Every now and then the grasshopper would jump and try to get away, and Louise would go jumping right after it!” And again she burst into nearly hysterical laughter. I know how silly the cat looks when he’s going after some and this illustration just tickled me to death.

I made myself some tea and then went back about my studies, where I stayed until nearly 11:00. I was reading an essay “What is the American” when my sister came in. She asked if I had seen my dog, because mom had scrap meat from the prep for lunch. I told her that I hadn’t- which was weird. My dog is a Jack Russell on the larger side, he is an attention hog and the fact that didn’t come when someone called for him or for meat was a little concerning to me.

I went outside and looked around and didn’t see him. So next on the “If your dog goes missing” protocol list is check for holes under the fence, there were none. I went out to the “shed” to see if somehow he’d managed to get himself locked in. but, he wasn’t there either; and so I had to come to the conclusion that he had escaped, somehow.

After I was pretty much finished with my school work, mom asked me to go with her to the hardware store. I had mixed feelings about going; one side of me was happy that she was going and wanted to go with to maybe look for a new playing-saw. The other side of me wanted to stay home because of the way the ladies at the counter peer over their cash registers like vultures. In the end I went with, and while we were there mom found a toilet seat. This exited very much because the hall bathroom toilet’s seat was cracked badly and so you had to sit a certain way to avoid getting pinched in the bum.

All the time however I wondered where my dog was and was perplexed at how he had escaped the yard. The five o’clock bus came and with it, my dad; yet there was still no sign of my dog. My dad didn’t say anything, but I could tell he was unhappy about it. Went inside and I pretty much locked myself in my room, where I stayed reading for a while.

At some point before diner and after sunset, dad came in and told me that the dog came back. At that point felt relived, but there was something on the air that caught my attention. I sniffed, audibly. I turned and went to the front door. Through the outer gate door I could see that he was filthy, caked with something that was mud like, and he smelled as if he had been rolling on the inside of a dead cow.