My brother is so cruel.

Hi guys.

I had a really, really scary experience last night and I didn't like it one bit. First, Daddy was supposed to come home early and take care of us, but he didn't, so I was trapped in my crate until what felt like midnight. Mommy had an appointment (to get pink dots on her nails....how silly) and she STILL got home and rescued us before Daddy even arrived.

What a great Mommy I have.

So after dinner, and a nice outing to Poo Corner, we headed up and watched some TV. All went well, until...

I decided to rest in the hall just outside the TV room. And that's when it happened.

My evil brother went to his corner, and pushed the door shut and locked me out. I was separated from my family for hours, maybe days, possibly even a whole month. And I missed the entire last half of Glee as a result!

No one noticed. No one came. No one cared.

I knew that this was the end. I'd had a family for a year, and really liked it, but a year is all I was destined to get.

I hung my head down, cried a tiny cry, and waited for death.

Then, just as I was preparing to go into the light (which I knew would show up any second) I heard a voice on the other side of the door. I was pretty sure it was the Grim Reaper, coming to collect my sad little soul so I could move on, but it did sound a little like Mommy.

It said, "Where's Rudy?"

Then it said, "Where is the big Bozo?"

Now I was pretty sure that a Reaper would be a little kinder than that. You'd think there would be a little more sensitivity than that. It repeated, and then I heard a second voice that sounded like Daddy.

I'm here. I'm here I thought.

Then there was this whole discussion of where I might be. Mommy figured it out pretty quickly that snotty little Hudson had locked me away. Daddy just kept making this laughing sound (clearly it was the sounds of joy that I was not yet lost forever).

It goes against my nature, but when they called, "Rudy, Rudy!" I came to the door and pushed it, just a little, with my nose. It opened a tiny crack, and I got the little black tip of my nose inside.

My brother was sleeping with his back up against the door, and that's when he showed his true colours for all to see. He leaned back, flopped over, and slammed the door shut, forcing my nose back.

Again, I was locked out.

Again, I started to sob.

I heard voices in the room, but they were fading. My world started spinning, and they seemed to be arguing about who had to get up to rescue me.

Finally I heard Mommy say, "Well, you owe them a huge apology for not getting home on time. You get your little tushie out there and save the Rudy."

And he did.

My Daddy opened the door, and made Hudson move, and I got to come back.

To my family.

Yay!

I was happy, but still so hurt. I curled up on the couch and sighed, not even making eye contact, but the best thing happened.

My Mommy and Daddy were on the bed watching TV. (Mommy says that since Daddy's painting the bedroom at a rate of fifteen minutes per weekend we'll be sleeping in there forever.) They both leaned over and called me. They wanted me. They called me up on the bed.

My heart swelled and I joined them.

They patted me for hours. And I stretched this way and that. My tummy got extra rubs and pats.

It was heavenly.

So in the end I was saved. And with all the patting I got, Smudgie was very jealous. He came up on the bed too, and I ignored him for months. Then I just couldn't stay mad anymore, so I let him bitey fight me. On top of Mommy. (I don't know why she doesn't enjoy that as much as we do.)

I asked him later why he did that to me. He laughed and said, "Get over it." I will keep an eye on him. He's really mean to me sometimes. But he's also my best friend. I find that really confusing.

Take care all.

And make sure you always know where your loved ones are.

Rudy, rescued again