Toy Room Tour #8

*********************************************************I thought it was bad when I couldn't see beclaws of my Judgie Wig... butt THEN Mango stuck a BAG over my head... AGAIN!!! I want my MOM!!!!

We will Finish my Toy Room Tour today... THIS is one of my most PRIZED posessions. It is what I put the SIGN on Last February... and Asked Ruby and Penny to Be MINE!!! AND they SAID YES!!!!!
Now speaking of SIGNS and stuffs... I suppose you were wondering about this.. Baron and Lisel and Sarek have their Names Painted on the Wall of my toy room... and YES... SO DO I

And this is another Sign.. that I TREASURE... The Houston Pittie Pack and Wee Ones made this fur me, Last Easter, with their very own paws. I have no Idea why it showed up Twice... butt I Like it a LOT.

THESE are my Toy BOXES. As you can plainly see.. I keep them very well arranged.. just the way I (Frankie Furter) want my stuffs to be!!! Now I do have a Toy Chest also.. that is where I store more of my toys.. I like to TRADE them Around about every other month. This is the stuffs that I have out NOW..

See... It came up TWICE... That's OK though.

From here on..... NOT FUR RUBY AND PENNY'S EYES.........

The next Impawvement that I am going to be making to my room is....

Painting the names of my WIVES... Ruby and Penny on my wall!!! I think fur our Anniversary. Butt I don't want them to know about it!!!! OK?????? shhhhhhhhh

Chapter 5 Vacula the Vicious

Chapter 5

The silence was almost as troubling as the deafening racket that Vacula created. The airwaves were as empty as the living room floor. Every one of my toys were gone. When you are a very small dachshund you have few possessions in this world. You cannot imagine how devastated I felt. I had been terrorized by Vacula’s attack and feared for my life. Then I find that I have nothing left to play with or to draw comfort from. Worry and depression set upon me like a hawk on a sparrow.
I jumped into my ‘cliner chair and rolled into a miserable ball. I was so miserable that I couldn’t even escape into a safe and rejuvenating nap. I wanted mom or dad to sit with me but they were as absent as my toys. I couldn’t even bring myself to search for them. Vacula and my loss had taken a toll on me.
I must have stayed that way for hours, days maybe. Finally thirst drove me to move. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I carefully and quietly left my chair and headed down the hall to my room. I hoped that Vacula hadn’t emptied my water bowl while on his rampage. I kept checking my buttside to be sure Vacula hadn’t escaped his closet again. I was so thirsty that by the time I reached the door to my room I was panting.
You can’t imagine how relieved I was when I found that my water bowl was not only full, but the water was fresh and cool. I lapped up the refreshing water. I began to feel better but still dreaded turning toward my toy boxes. That is when I began to catch a variety of very much familiar scents. I could smell toys. Not just any toys. I could smell my very own toys. I turned hopefully and was stunned to see that all three of my toy boxes were mounded up with my things. They were all there. And sitting on the edge of my biggest toy box sat a teeny tiny little dachshund that had weeee little white wings.
My fairy god dachshund had somehow magically managed to get all my toys back from Vacula the Vicious. The End