October 11, 2012- Animals and a Poodle
I was walking on a wide path through a forest with my
brother and Cousin Missy. In my hand was a stuffed animal- Seamore the otter. I
was carrying a small wicker wastebasket in my other hand which was very odd.
The weather was perfect and the scenery beautiful. I was feeling so calm.
We saw many
animals, some that don’t even really belong in this type of setting together.
But since this is a holodeck, anything is possible. There were deer, a mama
bear and her 4 cubs, and a leopard.
Other people were
also on this path. I saw a couple taking a picture of 2 elephants and a giraffe
- they seemed to be posing for this together which was funny.
There was a river
on the one side of the path. I went over to it and saw an alligator. At first I
was a little scared but it seemed as if all of the animals here were tame and
wouldn’t hurt anyone or each other.
A little further
down the river was an adorable otter. I was so happy to see this. I pointed it
out to Mike and we took pictures of it. Missy was looking at an owl in a nearby
tree at this time. I took a photo of that too.
I looked at my
watch; it was nearly 4:00. Mike mentioned that there was going to be lots of
good food at a barbeque party in a nearby field. Even the hologram Mike was
excited about food. We reached a field but this one was empty so it had to be
in another one.
I realized that I
was no longer carrying the wastebasket. I must’ve left it by the river. I told
Missy and Mike to go ahead without me and that I would catch up with them. Why
was I even bothering going back for this? I guess that I didn’t want to leave
any litter in this lovely forest.
It was starting to
get dark which seemed strange because it was still kind of early but time must
be different in this place. I was getting a little scared of the darkness and
also being alone. I found the wastebasket and got back on the path.
I did see one other
person ahead of me then but as I was getting closer to the first field, the
storyline suddenly changed. I was in an entirely different environment now, a
town that looked sort of like Linden but not as many buildings and people.
I saw a doggie lying
on the grass near the church. She appeared to be injured. I went over to this
apricot colored standard poodle. That size one doesn’t usually come in that
color, does it? Well, here it does.
The poor girl
doggie’s back paws were wounded. Had she been in an accident or was she a
victim of abuse? I didn’t know where a vet’s office was so I asked an old lady
who came out of the church. She said that she would drive us there. It wasn’t
that far.
I was holding the
doggie and telling her that she’ll be alright. I wasn’t even caring that blood
was getting on my outfit. In reality, I have blood anxiety. The lady told me to
wrap the blanket that was on the backseat around the injured paws so I did.
At the vet’s
office, I saw a guy who looked like a character in” EastEnders”- Robbie. He had
his dog Wellard (I think that is his name) there for an exam and was supposed
to be next to see the vet. But since my poodle had a serious injury she was a
priority so he had to wait. Robbie told me that he hopes that my dog will be
okay.
The vet cleaned up
the wounds and put bandages on them. There were no broken bones, thank
goodness. I didn’t want to leave this doggie alone there. It didn’t have a
collar or microchip. I paid the bill and said that I would take her home with
me. I was surprised that the vet let me do this.
I had to take the
bus because that nice lady had not been able to wait around for me. How did I even know that I’d be allowed to
bring a dog on the bus? Sam must’ve telepathically told me this along with the
fact that once again I was living at my old apartment. I had a feeling that I
would be anyhow.
Why do I hardly
ever have a place of my own in these storylines? My family and I do get along
in all of them so I guess that it’s okay that I’m living with them but this
does seem strange.
Mom loves poodles.
She used to have 2 of them, Shu Shu and Prince. Well, they were more like her
Dad’s. She immediately fell in love with this one. We called her Princess. No
one seemed to be looking for her so we would keep her permanently.
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