Two months passed. I remember me telling you that "the cancer spread when I was only 3 months". Yeah, now I am 3 months and 4 weeks. the cancer is NOT in these places: head, arms, legs, and tail. They were checking on me every day, but for some reason they forgot about me THIS ENTIRE WEEK! But, again, today, I woke up with the same girl next to me. But this time she was watching me, not touching me. "You're growingup, and surgery again," she said. She said "and surgery again" in a sad voice. The hairy hands guy shoved the girl aside and opened my kennel door and took me out. The girl grabbed his shoulder and said, "Where are you taking her?" Hairy hands guy said, "We're gonna check and see if the cancer spread." "Who's we?" "The entire rest of the staff, not you, Breinna. You get to attached to the animals." "Uh!!" and she stomped away. "O.K.. Come on Mysty," and I went into the big room. He checked me, and you know what happened.
~Injected, Again~
Again he took out the long needle, but this time I made a run for it. I ran all the way to the door, past the employees, past the staff, and even past the janitor, who was chit-chatting with some pretty ladies . . . until I came to the door. I couldn't get past that. So I ran back, through the legs of hairy hands guy and onto Breinna. I licked her face. She smiled at me and handed me to hairy hands guy. "Here you go, Mr. Solette." I frowned. Mr. Solette took me back into the big room and stuck the needle in me. I started to get drowsy. Next thing I knew, I was asleep.
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I woke up, in more pain that last time, with a "stethascope" on my chest. Mr. Solette was holding it up. I growled my first growl at him. I snapped at his hand. He pulled his hand out of my kennel. He called Breinna on the "phone" and told her I was going free to Alaska when I was as tall as a grown-up dalmatain. I cheered deep in my heart. I would miss getting fed by hand, no catching of food, but, I will also use my nose to find my mother. I was excited.
~My First Plane Ride~
I grew up. I'm as tall as a grown-up dalmatain now. I was put in a smaller kennel onto a big rumbling thing with "wings". It was called a "plane". We started off. My kennel got shoved back into a suitcase. It hurt. It happen about every half-hour. We arrived in Alaska. And, well, I shouldn't ruin it for you. READ ON!
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Let me re-phrase myself, next chapter? My song's on! E-E-everywhere I go . . . Here we go ... C-c-call me on the phone . . . jet black hummer . . . here we go . . . come on if you're feeling if you're feeling alright . . . YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH . . . Here we go . . . turn up your radio . . . It's a party . . . come on ya'll . . . clap your hands . . . YEAH! Ah. Sorry!?
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