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Bear Necessities of Life

Musings of Teddy Bear Necessity's Household
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Hard Times - Jailed!
reported by Teddy Bear Necessity

I'm not sure what my crime was, but I was incarcerated for 2 weeks after being transported in a cage like a dangerous criminal for undoGly hours. Some say my imprisonment was so Martha Stewart, hardly hard times, but I beg to differ. Just look at me. I was peeled away from the world of comfort and stuck behind bars, without a trial to boot. If that's not injustice, I don't know what is?!



OK, so this is about me (and my kitties) being quarantined after we moved from NY to Japan. I was pretty put off by this. I mean, do I look like I'm rabid? Do I look disease-ridden? I'm a sophisiticated Manhattanite, for doG sake!

The quarantine facility was right at the foot of the radar tower across the runway from the terminals at Narita International Airport. I was aghast at the fact that prisoners' health was in no consideration at all. Another injustice!

Here I was, in one of the exercise pens. I was let out into one of these pens several times a day. There's nothing and nobody to play with, of course, since I was being q-u-a-r-a-n-t-i-n-e-d. It was B.O.R.I.N.G.



Out of boredom than anything else .. all right it was my Airedale instinct to be the protector of my premise, I barked at whatever and whoever passing by the fence all day long. I became hoarse after one day but doggone it, I kept on barking. My hoarseness lasted for a few months afterwards, to my servants' err, parents' astonishment and horror. I don't think I'd ever barked that much in my life before.


Contrary to MY hardship of being in the solitary confinement, the kitties, Tobey and Zoey, were lucky to have been put into a cell together.



They later told me that they actually had fun in there! They described it like being at a camp. A camp! It was no Camp Woof to say the least, hmpf!



My family came to visit me whenever they could. My mom, in fact, came to keep me company for at least an hour everyday. I was so glad to see them but it was disconcerting, too, since they had to wear a long white coat to see me. It made them look like doctors and I do not care for doctors.


It was also very depressing to see them leave. All 9 years of my life, I had never been kenneled. I'd always had the comfort of somebody's bed and company even if my parents couldn't be with me. So this new arrangement was so not acceptable. I'm good at pouting, so that's what I did to show them what I felt about the ordeal. It's a natural Airedale ability to look so pathetic, you see. It can be a good guilt-trip generator, and I sure made them pay the price for what they'd done.

Oh well, now that I'm out of the prison, I can look back and say it was better than the initial transport itself. It was hellish not to be able to get out for that long, especially since my neighbor prisoners (aka kitties) sang songs of mistreatment obsessively and incessantly. I know how to behave in public, but they being inside-only-cats do not, to say the least.




Oh well, what one feels hardship is all relative. My mom always tells me that I can handle anything simply because I'm an Airedale!
Posted by teddydale
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