Saturday, December 1, 2007
Hey Victoria, this is freaking me out. I'm in Japan right now, and I was wondering how you were so I visited your blog. It really, really,
really freaked me out. Did someone hack your blog or something? It's really... I don't know. But it's kind of not like you.
Plus, where is the chatbox? What's with the "Whale Riding" thing? I got freaked out when I saw Storm's picture, and you were like, This is Mr. Ham Some. Yup(: Who is Alexander Rose? The dude who hacked your account?
Man, this is SCARY. LOL. Anyways, just wanted to tell you that tomorrow I'm going to some really popular tourist spot where people always dance on the streets in weird costumes. Apparently, they like it. Plus there are people in Elvis wigs and suits. This is going to be interesting. Today I went to Fuji Mountain. It has this park filled with dogs, called Doggy Park. Creative name, eh?
Anyways, you can rent dogs to walk. They also have a stall with fruit crepes. Only the Japanese aren't really good at spelling in English, so it came out as CRAPES. Yup. Anyhoo, I couldn't rent a dog because you needed a passport for that and we didn't bring them. So instead, we just went to hug the doggies. There's this HUGE room that's divided into two, and one side is for the big dogs and the other is for the small dogs. Me and my sister went to the small one first. We sat down and all the dogs crowded over us. Then some climbed onto our laps.
My sister had a pomeranian on her lap with a brown and white wire haired terrier trying to sniff the pomeranian's butt, and I had a beagle on my lap, another beagle plonking his butt on my leg, a shetland sheep dog sitting by my side, a terrier straining at her lead trying to get to me, a shiba inu padding around sniffing me, a whippet in a pink sweater shivering at my side, a shi tsu trembling on top of the whippet, and a daschund chewing my shoelaces. What a party!
Yup, it was like that for a looooooooooooong time. Like seriously.
Long. Then I got tired (plus I had pins and needles in my left leg and my butt was numb) so we went to the big dog side. As soon as we went in, the big dogs swarmed over us. There was this little rug thing and I sat on it. My sister sat on it too. Then this long haired sandy retriever sniffed at me, and then suddenly plonked himself down next to me, putting his front paws and head in my lap. He kept snoring and sighing. Then this Bernese Mountain dog came to us and sniffed us. We stroked it for a while, and then it ran away and slept in a corner. There was another retriever, but it was smaller than the rest. In fact, it was the smallest. It was, like, attention starved. It kept crawling on my sister's lap, and got muddy pawprints over her. Then he settled down. Beside me, there.was a chocolater afghan. It was very thin, and I stroked it. Each time I stroked it, it flinched. But soon it relaxed. Then it got up and went to the window, sat down, and stared out. This golden retriever took the afghan's place, and plonked his head in my lap too.
Soon, I got tired again. Boy, were those dogs heavy. We went back to the small dog side. The whippet got on to my sister, and it kept sneezing and farting. They were very smelly. The brown and white terrier kept licking our hands, and we let it. We were like, Ah, bless, it likes our fingers so much. Then suddenly, the whippet got off and the pomeranian got on to my sister. The pomeranian kept digging into her elbows until it was satisfied my sister was well and truly tortured. Then it slept. Suddenly, the shiba inu got up and pooped. No one was there to pick it up. Now don't get me wrong, I know that dogs eat their own poo, but have you ever watched them eat it? It is
sick, I tell you, SICK!!! The dogs all swarmed over it and fought for the pieces of poop. Then they chose pieces of the poop and went into their own little corner to eat their dinky little poo-poos. The brown and white terrier ate the most.
Me and my sister were instantly regretful of letting the terrier lick our hands. We got out and watched the dogs instead. The shi tsu peed on the floor, and the daschund drank it. Yuck. We weren't goin' in anymore. By that time, we were very furry. So we got this thing that was like tape, and you rolled it up and down over the place with the fur. Then the fur would stick onto the tape, and you just rip off the tape and throw it away, easy peasy lemon squeezy simple pimple.
I've got to go now. Toodle-oo~~~!!!
Signing off,
Meatball_Lover
❤4:48 AM
