Lucky Persaud

Lucky and his Mistress

2011-10-27T14:32:00.000-07:00

By Giggles Anderson

Once upon a time, in a land far away, Lucky Dog and his Mistress walked through the forest, a scary place where golden bears and green gators lived and dogs were considered a delicacy. These animals have a powerful sense of smell. Fierce and hungry, they could smell that there was a tender, meaty, not yet captured dog, somewhere in their midst.

They navigated the forest for hours, walking quickly eastward often passing hunters scoured the forest looking for the materials to make alligator purses and bear slippers.

It was an odd sight. A woman clutching a furry white dog to her ample bosom as she stomped through the thicket, crushing twigs and tiny insects in her path. Back at home, Lucky Dog, a pedigree Maltese, only barked when there was a precious pool of oil buried deep beneath the dirt.

Lucky Dog was rare indeed and many evil people would pay a pretty penny to posses him.

And it was the spirit of possession that led Lucky Dog to his current predicament. Fleeing kidnappers who wanted to know the location of Lucky Dog’s latest petroleum find, his Mistress tripped and fell unconscious. Lucky leapt from her arms to avoid being crushed by her body weight and ran as quick as his little legs would take him.

After a while, Lucky Dog returned to his Mistress, only to be greeted by moss and dirt. She was gone. It was as if she had dissolved into nothingness. There were no footprints. Only a note etched in a giant oak tree.

“Meet me at the crossing, due North, 20 degrees, left at the cave, then 42 paces East”

Lucky knew it was a note from his Mistress because it was written in Maltese, the language of Lucky’s home. Only six people in America could read Maltese.

The other four were in Federal prison serving time for tax evasion.

Lucky memorized the directions and was confident he was heading in the right direction. He could smell his Mistress’ perfume. He was not too far from Huckleberry tree when he was accosted by a golden bear. Lucky, not in the mood to be eaten, told the bear that he was standing on at least eighty-seven barrels of oil. The bear happily started digging.

Lucky walked away quickly as he marveled at how greed will disinherit even the hungriest of creatures.

Soon after turning left at the cave, Lucky stumbled upon the slumbering alligator. Lucky was forty-two paces from his Mistress. He was not about to give up now. He began whispering eerily as he tip-toed passed the alligator. He whispered a hypnotic tale of untold wealth and unmitigated joy buried beneath the ground.

Lucky was ten feet away when he heard the hopeful alligator start to dig for a fortune he would never find.

Thirty-eight.

Thirty-nine.

Forty.

Lucky stopped to think about all the obstacles he had overcome in his quest to be reunited with his Mistress. He avoided kidnap. He tricked the bear and hypnotized the alligator into digging so he would not be eaten. Disciplined, he never forgot to keep moving even when his throat was parched and aching feet begged him to stop.

Lucky normally lived a life of leisure, but today Lucky had a rare chance to show his Mistress how much he honored and respected her. She found him as an abandoned pup and never left his side. She loved him before she knew he could locate black gold. She loved him unconditionally.

She loved him even when his precious discoveries turned them both into moving targets.

Forty-one.

Forty-two.

Lucky, thanked the heavens he found a caretaker and excellent friend, raised his head, and uttered a sigh of relief as his Mistress picked him up and carried him to safety.

Doggie Haiku #514

2011-03-29T19:42:00.000-07:00

Sleep sneaks around me.
Stealing time to play and eat.
Time's a master thief.

Doggie Haiku #513

2011-03-29T19:41:00.000-07:00

Kibbles all scatter--
like marbles on table top.
Pounce like a cougar!

Doggie Haiku #512

2011-03-29T19:39:00.000-07:00

My water is gone.
Sneaking off with air to play.
Bowl is thirsty now.

Doggie Haiku #511

2011-03-29T19:33:00.000-07:00

Stretching like a yell,
Toes reach from dirt to third eye.
Downward facing dog.

Doggie Haiku #510

2011-03-29T19:31:00.000-07:00

Neighbor boy wants me.
Bikes, cars, trucks, spiders, and flies.
Girls are just as tough.

Doggie Haiku #509

2011-03-29T19:30:00.000-07:00

Nap time is always--
Hereby declared the best time.
Curled up on the rug.

Doggie Haiku #508

2011-03-29T19:11:00.000-07:00

Grandpa picks me up.
He pets my head like a dog.
I am human too.

Doggie Haiku #507

2011-03-29T19:09:00.000-07:00

Grandma is far.
I must piddle beforehand.
We love to visit.

Doggie Haiku #506

2011-03-29T19:07:00.000-07:00

Patio fenced in.
I cannot escape the gate.
Birds sing, dance and laugh.

Doggie Haiku #505

2011-03-29T19:06:00.000-07:00

Spider plant grows here.
Perfect place to hide my self.
Prey waits then moves close.

Doggie Haiku #504

2011-03-29T19:05:00.000-07:00

Butterflies galore.
Flutter about my face space.
I try to bite them.

Doggie Haiku #503

2011-03-29T19:01:00.000-07:00

Fleas, ticks, chiggers stick.
My tail is their hiding place.
White flag. Itchy bumps.

Doggie Haiku #502

2011-03-29T18:59:00.000-07:00

Sunshine is my friend.
Heats my head, neck, back and tail.
Moonlight only shines.

Doggie Haiku #501

2011-03-29T18:55:00.000-07:00

A cat tiptoes by.
Lurks in the bush, I am fierce!
A lizard she hunts.

White Ferret

2009-06-18T14:58:00.000-07:00

summertime is here.
fleas play hide and seek on me.
my hairs need a cut.

peaches picks me up.
white fluffy ball under arm,
to the truck we go.

thru the streets-- breeze. pass!
all trees leave a blurry sight.
Mothers dont wait up.

traffic signal (S)TOP
wheels grind, pavement squeals, we land.
pet store on the right.

Doors open and shut.
Barking! Blowers whisper loud...
"Please don't leave me, hair."

behind bars I wait,
water torture does meet me
at palmetto bay.

groomer wets me down.
vermin drown in my sorrow.
no more itchy scalp.

My! wet body shakes,
droplets of hope spring about,
cover me humble.

sent back to my cell.
yes, I got my one phone call--
Mom is sending bail.

the blower dries me
finally white, warm and dry,
Nice lady. Scissors.

Snip, shave, cut my nails,
hairy snow blankets the floor.
white ferret i am.

a spritz of vodka
does not a mint julep make.
i smell like the sky.

bailbondsman shows up,
pays the store a pretty dime,
i am clean and free.

Doggie Haiku #59

2009-03-12T16:01:00.000-07:00

Footsteps in the dirt.
Across the lawn, down the block.
My nose leads the way.

Doggie Haiku #58

2009-03-10T15:59:00.000-07:00

I am Guardian.
Like a hawk I watch all.
I bark on approach.

Doggie Haiku #57

2009-03-09T15:55:00.000-07:00

Dogs eat twice a day.
Takes twenty minutes to pass.
Then outside we go.

Doggie Haiku #56

2009-03-08T15:52:00.000-07:00

Circles I run quick.
I need to piddle real bad.
Must find the right spot.

Doggie Haiku #55

2009-03-06T15:49:00.000-08:00

With a paper snack--
Torn bits, shredded snips, words split.
The author is mad!

Doggie Haiku #54

2009-03-05T15:45:00.000-08:00

Big head. Little head.
Boys and Girls run around free.
I want to nip toes.

Doggie Haiku #53

2009-03-04T15:40:00.000-08:00

Sleeping all day long.
No master. No Mistress here.
On my back I stay.

Doggie Haiku #52

2009-03-03T15:37:00.000-08:00

Science Diet food.
Lamb. Rice. Adult life suits me.
My water bowl calls

Doggie Haiku #51

2009-03-02T15:30:00.000-08:00

He has four white legs.
Faster by the minute, Run!
No man can catch me.

Hello Doggy

2009-02-27T06:29:00.000-08:00

By Giggles Anderson

Bell rings.
Eyes open.
Mouth springs wide.
Tongue unfurls a yard–
stretches like watery milk
over corned flakes,
Tiny feet patter down the hall.
A full body shake.
Hello. Good Morning.
Lucky Persaud is finally awake.

The Proper Care and Feeding of Lucky Persaud

2009-02-27T06:28:00.001-08:00

By Giggles Anderson

Lucky Persaud goes out, on his leash, to piddle and plunk first thing in the morning. There are bags if you need to “scoop.”
He usually comes right back in and gets in his house (large cage).
Dump a bag of 5 biscuits in his cage. This is a necessity. If you forget, he will be spitting/coughing up bile when you let him out.
You will NOT need to walk him again until you return home AFTER WORK.
Please keep him in his cage. Dogs, as you know, are prone to “marking” their territory. I really dont want him trying to mark your house.
Lucky goes out to piddle and plunk AFTER WORK.
He is a small dog and does not need a lot of additional exercise. Be aware that his skin is VERY sensitive to sunlight and that he will froth/drool if he is taken on long walks. Usually, we go out long enough for him to piddle and plunk. Also, be aware that when he walks in grass, he gets chiggers. You cant see them, but you know if they are “bugging” him because he will have saliva soaked paws. Usually, I douse his feet in diluted vinegar, let sit for a minute or so…then rinse with water, then dry. I packed a towel in the backpack.
After his walk, put a bag of Science Diet Light into his food tray. He is a self-directed eater. He eats when he is ready and stops when he is full. The really small kibble food is there for EMERGENCIES Only.
Usually, he goes out for his FINAL piddle and plunk around 9:45pm.
Lucky Persaud is an indoor dog and has always been the ONLY ANIMAL in the house. He gets really stressed out when exposed to other animals. Be aware that when he gets stressed out, he is agitated, scratches, refuses to eat, refuses to play, etc.
I gave him his Frontline today so ticks and fleas should NOT be a problem. Again, he’s an indoor dog and doesnt spend time with other animals or outside long enough to pick up parasites.
Lucky Persaud does not snack. He should not eat table food. He will eat table food but he may also throw it all up or fart it out later. This is rather unpleasant. I just play with him, hug him, talk to him, bark at him, etc.
I did send his travel bag. He is accustomed to sitting on my left leg when I drive. I am pretty sure you prefer that he ride in his bag.
There is a pink/green ball in the clear backpack and a knit doll in the side of the travel bag. He prefers actual attention to self soothing.
BEWARE: Lucky Persaud loves to shred paper.