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Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 13, 2007 8:17:48 GMT -5
Chapter 12: Center Roo.
After disposing of his lunch, Mr. P decides to take in some of the sites on the inside of Roo. But where to start? There's so much to see and so much to do. "Perhaps I should go to the middle and work my way around this place." As soon as he gets to the center he is embraced by the hand of Planet Roo and Mr. P returns the love with Puppy Kisses galore.
Now our set-up is complete. In the chapters to follow you will see Mr.P everywhere you went at Roo, and some places you may have missed. Fear not my readers, although some of his adventures are cute, there is still more mishaps to come. Remember, Mr.P has a lot of fun still bagged up on his man-slave.
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 13, 2007 18:16:54 GMT -5
Chapter 13: Eat My Shorts Man.
Mr.P's incredible hearing picks up the many sounds coming from all directions. Some are good, some are bad, and most have yet to be classified. It's almost overwhelming to our furry friend. He's trying so hard not to concentrate on it, in hopes it will fade into ambient noise. Just then the most wonderful sound comes to his ears,( no its not the rustle of baggies in his man-slave's pocket) it's the sound of children's laughter. "Oh what a wonderful sound. If I get closer it will surely drown out all these other sounds." So off he goes. He soon finds himself in the children's corner in Roo. " Look at how happy all these people are." Mr.P couldn't resist. He had to join in all the fun. He's having fun now but next time on Ponnaroo; Mr.P must choose. What you ask? Honestly I don't know. We're all in this together now.
No. I forgot about it when they went on sale - they were gone by the time I checked. The cheapest re-sales I've found are $235 each ...not willing to pay that...still hopeful though!
More Ponnaroo!!
edit: My fountain wading has given me swamp butt. woo-hoo!!!
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 14, 2007 8:52:20 GMT -5
Chapter 14: All Play and No Work?
After leaving the intoxicating sound of children’s laughter, a dark cloud falls upon the festivities. This was not an indicator of rain, but an uneasiness that shadows our hero’s heart. As much as he wants to fight it, he is in fact a service animal and there are some things you can never escape. He tries with all his strength to fight off the watering of his eyes as he puts on his service cape. A damsel in distress has caught his eye and he has to help her. He rushes to her side and there he stays, till she comes down from her high, regains her normality, and finally passes out. Its been told that when the young girl regained consciousness she asked," Who was that caped dog?"
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 15, 2007 15:46:11 GMT -5
Thanks for your kind words Lauraroo, When I was thirteen I was electrocuted while swimming in a limestone quarry. Since that time I have occasional seizures. About seven years ago out of a litter of puppies, Poncho and his brother Che picked me (please don't ask me what I was doing in a litter of puppies lol). Che is very outgoing and adventuresome, Poncho is much more reserved and cautious. Che was stolen out of a fenced back yard five years ago, I still look for him as he is still missing. Mr. P initially received no special training,, but when it became apparent that he could foresee the onset of my seizures ( he gets very upset and barks, which he otherwise, almost never does) he then did receive some training of the standard behave well in a public setting , obedience type nature. His assistance gives me time to remove myself from dangerous situations or public settings, and that is the service he provides me. I'm very,very lucky to have him. Here is a link to more information on the subject www.epilepsy.com/articles/ar_1084289240.html
People with service animals are as different as all other individuals. Although I do not mind discussing my personal situation, there are many with disabilities who do. In the interest of general education regarding service dogs the following list of Service Dog Manners is from the Web site,
When you meet a person with a service dog, please remember that the dog is working. Don't do anything to interrupt the service dog while it is performing its tasks. Some rules for interacting with people with service dogs: - Speak to the person first. Do not aim distracting or rude noises at the dog . - Do not touch the service dog without asking for, and receiving, permission. - Do not offer food to the service dog. - Do not ask personal questions about the handler's disability, or otherwise intrude on his or her privacy. - Don't be offended if the handler does not wish to chat about the service dog. What if you don't like dogs or are afraid of dogs? Place yourself away from the service dog. If you are a business person, discreetly arrange for someone else to wait on the person. You may ask the person to have the service dog lie down if it does not interfere with its work. What if the service dog barks, growls, or otherwise forgets its manners? Find out what happened before taking action. Was the service dog stepped on, poked, asleep and dreaming, performing its job (some alert their owners to oncoming seizures by barking once or twice)? If the dog's behavior is disruptive or destructive, you may ask the person to remove it from the premises. What if other people complain about the dog being present? Explain that the service dog is medically necessary and that federal law protects the right of the person to be accompanied by the service dog in public places.
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 15, 2007 15:47:56 GMT -5
Chapter 15: No Good Deed....
As Mr.P walked away from the wayward party girl he began to take off his cape." It's time to get back to the groove." he said. But before he could pull his heroic leg from the cape strap a woman approached him. " I saw what you just did that was amazing!" It took a long time for our hero to see his converser's face, partly because he only stands a mighty four inches from the ground, but mostly because he was taking a hard look at the beautiful legs that reach up to the voice. He did however make the long looking journey to her lips before the next statement came out," Could I have a moment of your time?" Mr.P stood tall and said nothing. He simply began an open mouth smile and slowly released his tongue. His pant said it all. He was putty in her hands. Although Mr.P has no problem helping his fellow beast, he couldn't help but think that perhaps that woman's interest was somehow a little biased. " Nah, I know I'm cute."
wow that's awesome... i remember watching a show on tv a long time ago about how dogs can detect seizures before they begin, and that it was a mystery why or how. (then again i think that was several years ago, so that could have changed by now!) that is so cool.
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 15, 2007 22:14:55 GMT -5
Chapter 16: When All Else Has Been Done and Said....
After doing several spontaneous good deeds Mr.P slowed his roll and remembered why he was here...Music. As if the gods heard his thoughts, the air filled with the magical sound of fast fingers on a slow bass. Mr. P's ears stiffened up to form a perfect fury V on top of his head. He made his way to the main stage and there he saw the source of the sweet sound. " I don't know why that man is wearing a Pig helmet, but I like it." " Come along baby just a band called Oysterhead."
wizardofwonder, Thank you so much for the links and the information about service dogs and their "people". They are not called man's best friend for nothing, and you have a very special best friend. I hope to get to meet you and Mr. P.
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 17, 2007 8:23:26 GMT -5
Chapter 17: The Day the Music Died.
After seeing a great show Mr.P was in need of more music. His little heart pounded ( no pun intended) as he waited for the legend, Tom Petty to take the stage. He wanted to FEEL the music, so he asked his man-slave to hand over one of his baggies. The crowd roared when Petty took the stage. Mr.P wanted to join in that roar but alas his buzz was kicking pretty good. Mr.P was REALLY into this. He , along with everyone who's had a radio in the last decade, sang along to every song Tom played. Mr. P was very happy.
But half an hour into pure bliss, evil joined the party. A harpy with the voice of a banshee jumped on stage and ruined the rest of the show. " Who the hell is that?" P asks his man-slave. " That is Stevie Nicks." Mr.P tries to stomach this as long as he can but gives up, takes another baggie and heads to his tent. " Damn you Stevie Nicks."
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 17, 2007 13:38:09 GMT -5
Hi unplugdacusticaz, Please remember that I did not write the story, Wallace wrote it.
I too Love Fleetwood mac and Stevie Nicks. Indeed I was invited by the band to Boston for the first night of taping for the PBS special they did a couple of years ago. The show was at the fleet center and the first night there were only about 300 people invited to attend.
My friend Pooh is a major Stevie fan and I knew he was who I had to invite. Mind you I got the invite only about two days before the show and I live in Indiana. Pooh was in California visiting a rather famous light show guy, so the race was on. I booked a hotel room and we were to meet there.
When I arrived at the hotel, Pooh was bitching at the lady behind the desk about how he knew we had a room and blah, blah, blah. I walked up behind him and gave the woman the name the room was booked under (I had a friend book it and Pooh thought it was under my name). When we get to the room, the first thing Pooh did, well not quite the first thing, was to order a bouquet of a dozen long stem roses. As soon as they arrived he took one down to the lady he had razzed at the desk as a peace offering. He then wrote a card to Stevie, it said something along the lines of.... Dear Stevie, you will notice that there are only eleven roses, that's because the twelfth rose is you, Love Pooh.
Once at the fleet center, we were standing in a line and heard the band doing sound check and so I open a curtain and there is Stevie, in a robe, with curlers in her hair!
Wow, this is getting long. Anyway I'm a fan but her set at Bonnaroo with Petty was not the best time I've seen her perform and I can understand Wallace's take on the scene.
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 17, 2007 21:13:15 GMT -5
Chapter 18: Meeting of the Consonants.
After the ear-splitting noise of the evil Nicks, Mr.P woke to a feeling of loss. He wasn't sure what to do. " Do I dare try to take in more music, or do I roam aimlessly around in hopes of fun." Just then a thunderous voice spoke out to him." Stop all that jibber jabber pup. So you had one bad experience, that shouldn't stop you from having fun. Just lay off the music for a while and enjoy some of the other things around here. I pity the Roo that only has music to enjoy." Mr.P thanked the man for his advice and went on to enjoy some of the other festivities the Roo had to offer.
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 18, 2007 9:38:55 GMT -5
Chapter 19: Return to Innocence.
After his talk with the man of black and gold, Mr.P decided to take in some of the sites and leave the music alone for awhile. As he made his way to the art corner a beam of light rained downed from the heavens and illuminated the very thing he needed. " Now that's a place to lose my thoughts and regain my puppyhood." Mr. P climbed aboard and watched the horizon move ever so gently to the north then followed by the south, and the north again, and of course the south, and well you get the idea. As Mr.P held on with tongue out he could still hear the sounds of music in the background. " No. I must not give into the music." All he could do was think," What would Mr.T do?".
My dear readers, we have now reach the half way point of our story. There are still 19 more chapters and the best is yet to come. In the coming chapters Mr.P's struggle with music will continue leading him to drugs and alcohol which will in turn, give us some great chapters. He will befriend a holy man in his journey and Mr.P will even take to the stage himself. I would like to thank all of you for staying with me this long. I'm sure Mr.P is as happy as I am with the following.