Lucy, Daisy, and the Poochy-Wash Commercial

(I LOVE POOCHY-WASH!)

I love being a dog. We're smart, popular, and even called "MAN'S BEST FRIEND!" One of my experiences included actually knowing what being top-dog is all about. It started with Madison and I drawing stitches, uni brows, and beards on pictures of people in newspapers. "Lucy, look at this one!" Madison said. She drew a bald guy look cross-eyed, have a shock collar on his neck, and an arrow go through his head. "Cool-Hey Madison, check this out." I said. There was a picture of a celebrity of some sort. I drew glasses, puffy hair, red glowing pupils, and a beard on her. "HA, HA, HA!" Madison laughed.

"Do you wanna draw on blank papers- we can draw obstacle courses and then create them in REAL life." I liked that suggestion of Madison's. So we got pieces of paper, and drew. I came up with a simple agility course. Running in and out of cones, going through hoops, and jumping over hurdles. But Madison showed me hers. "Do you like it? You have to go on some weak stepping stones that are on top of a magma lake. Next, you have to swim through a putrid, stinky, heavily polluted, shark infested lake overturn. Then, you have to swing from one vine to another on top of an acid lake, and between all of that are tunnel mazes where if you get at a dead end, you get trapped there for a LONG time. In addition, you have to jump through a hoop with fire around the rim." Madison explained. "Well, fine, I'll try it." I said.

So after hours of setting up obstacle courses, we were ready to run them in- well, Madison counted down. "10, 9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1! GO!" I ran to the stepping stones. But I fell. "OWWWWW!" I yelled in great pain, as I jumped out of the water, and swam through the lake overturn. I held my breath for the entire time. Then, I went through a few firy hoops! "OW, I'M ON FIRE!" I screamed. I ran through the mazes, and into the acid lake to extinguish the fire. "OW AGAIN!" I yelled. I ran through the finish line. "Madison, that throbbed to death." I said. "You seem like a TRUE dog for doing something THAT life-risking." Madison said. She told her friends who told their cousins, and so on. I was soon famous. I could start to like being famous!

I really wanted to be a T.V. star. Or a famous singer. This is the best day EVER! I hoped I would start soon. Then I thought: ''Hmmm maybe Daisy could join.'' I asked, "Daisy, can you join?" she said yes in a kind way. We called the commercial dogs. "WE'RE DOING A COMMERCIAL!" Daisy said after the phone call. "They said we are starting in a week." "YAYYYY!" I was very excited! I was so eager! I wanted to chat with Daisy. But we ended up chewing the neighbor's sofas. We would be rich.

A week later, we we had a mob of dogs wanting to do the commercial. Our first day of being famous. Me, neither Daisy can't wait to see who would be the commercial star! "Everyone wants to be on T.V!" said Daisy. Daisy, who was the dog who helped out, said today we are going to work on a cleaner commercial for some starters if you are NOT a starter then you work on food items. Now if you are a starter come with me!" Daisy said. If you aren't a starter go with my friend Ruby, for she will tell you MORE exclusive details. "We start with "Poochy-Wash." "O.K. so everybody get in a line please!" Daisy said. Some mutt was first. A sheepdog was second. All dogs were nervous but excited. "Get Pummy-Wulsh to clean your dog." One said. "Blah." Another said. Nobody worked, so Daisy and I just went and did it ourselves.

It was my turn. "You can't get the mud and dirt out of your dog's dirty collar. But wait just one minute. Poochy-Wash is here. It smells like 80,000 flowers. It cleans 10x better than other dog shampoo. It cost just $19.99. So order today to get tough stains gone for good! So get Poochy-Wash right now." I said "That was it" I told Daisy, the helping dog. Do you want to add anything to that? I answered "No thank you."

Then, it was Daisy's turn. "Hi, don't you just EVER feel like your stained clothes are impossible to clean? Do you want it to stop? Then order Poochy-Wash. Just use it and its pleasant aroma to clean twice as much as the average cleaner! It's foam-like cleaning power has each bubble absorb 100% of dust and chemicals! So order today, and you'll get it just for $20.00, with free shipping and very low taxes." Daisy said in a proud, clear voice. "Maybe we should have Daisy do it." I said.

But Daisy agreed to show me in some scenes of the commercial. We worked weeks and weeks, but the resulting film was the first of its kind. "Lucy! Poochy-Wash has out-sold the LEADING brand! We have made a mere million bucks! Lucy the voting poles that I added last week also say that they like ME more! 189% for me and for you- 188%!" Daisy cried. I was famous.

And it was all because of Madison, who was once popular. So maybe I didn't get a comic strip, but still, I was famous! Now that THAT was all over, I guess I can go back to the couch...

............I THINK!!!!

The Cat Box

(ABOVE, MADISON IS SO LAZY, THAT SHE LOOKS- WEIRDLY LAZY!)
One day, I was just chewing on a bone as usual. Then, a heavy box came flying out of nowhere, and hit me on the head. "Ow." I said. Then, an extremely fuzzy, long-haired gray ball of fur fell in front of me. It was Madison. "Madison!" I loudly complained. "What?" she asked. "Can you explain this whole 'Box Thing' for me?" I asked. "Well, I just was- you know, very comfortable in this green and white box, and then it fell on top of you with me in it." Madison said. I just stood there. "Well, Madison, just please move the box over onto the entertainment center. So, Madison acquired her box on top of the entertainment enter, as I asked her to, and just chilled.

Then, territorial Mojo came to the living room to see Madison in the box. I wasn't really caring that much. But that dork jumped up onto the entertainment center, grabbed Madison, and threw her across the room. After the stupid, absent-minded feline did THAT, he went in the box. There was only room for one at in that compact box, so whoever is more dominant will be the first to mark their territory on that box. I got a chair, and threw MOJO across the room. I grabbed Madison, and placed her in the box. "Thanks, Lucy." Madison said. Mojo, who now had a black eye and a few large bruises, came up to the box. "I will have that box in my possession before you can even run to Beaumont's and back!" Mojo said. I threw him across the room again, and protected the box against Mojo.

I stayed there day and night. I was very underjoyed. "Lucy, don't you REALLY want to go on a walk. A fun, exciting walk, and not a llllllooooonnnggg, boring hour of guarding a stupid box?" Mojo said to me one morning. I heavily thought. "YES!" I said. "Then you'd better get out there! I'll guard the box for you!" Mojo said. So I went out.

But then, when I was outside, Mojo marked his scent on the box INSIDE. And when Madison got back to find Mojo in the box, she was very enfuriated. Mojo said that it was MY fault, and that I let HIM in the box. Madison found me. "Lucy!" Madison said, and she started yelling at me. "Mads, you don't understand! I was too tempted when Mojo said he would guard for me. I didn't know that it was trap, because I was so tired." I said. "Then let's get that 'Mohito'" Madison said. She told me the plan, and we went back inside.

Madison and I hid, as we threw a box that said: "TO MOJO!" "Oooooooooh, a box!" Mojo said. "Now." Madison whispered to me. I had a bat in my hand, so I jumped up, and hit Mojo with the bat. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Mojo yelled. "IT THROBS!" Mojo yelled.

Madison and I just looked at each other. And we laughed. Because Mojo learned a lesson: Cats should never mess with dogs. And he certainly knows that-now.

The Best of Lucy 2

Sorry if this blog took a while to make- I've been sort of "busy", so anyways, I'm catching up now. Well, here it is- The Best of Lucy 2.