Ashok’s Adventure: A Scary Hotel

IMG_1193Hi, everybody. I’ve got a lot of free time on my hands right now, so I thought I’d write on Momma’s blog. She’s making me wear this stupid inner tube around my neck. I think I’m being punished for something, but I can’t figure out what I did. It all started last week. I got really nervous and tried to eat this big marshmallow-like thing in the room where I stay when Momma is gone. It’s so fluffy that I like to lay on it, but all of a sudden I got this urge to eat it. It didn’t taste like bacon or peanut butter or even close to sweet potatoes, but it was kind of a challenge, and it helped me relax to tug on it and chew it up. She was kind of tense when she got home and locked me out of that room. But she was better later.

The next day the marshmallow stuff came back up my throat. She had to tug at some of it because it was stuck in me. Then later that day some more came up. She seemed a little worried then, but she said something about me having to go to the vet the next morning anyway. But later I felt really bad, and stuff came up all over Momma’s new rug. But she didn’t get mad this time. She just said ‘let’s go for a ride’, and I love rides, so I ran out to the car.

She took me to that hotel where Momma doesn’t get to stay. I prefer the hotels where Momma can stay. When we stay at those places, we usually ride for a long time in her car and have fun when we stop. But this time was not fun. We went in a room with a lot of metal, and a man tried to take me away from Momma. I hugged up against her, but she tricked me and acted like she was walking through the door with the man. I went with the man to have my picture taken. I never saw Momma again after that. I spent a really long time at the hotel, and I thought I’d never go home.

It was awful. They stuck me with metal things that hurt, and then I fell asleep. When I woke up, my stomach hurt really bad. I had tubes running inside me, and I was in a cage. I felt really foggy and couldn’t remember what happened or why I was there. I couldn’t find my Momma anywhere, and I couldn’t believe she let them do this to me. The people seemed really nice even though they hurt me a lot. They seemed really happy when I would sit up. They got really excited when I ate and even when I pooped. They must have been really bored. It seems like it would be more fun if we floated in the plastic container that floats in the water or a walk in the woods. I just slept a lot and dreamed about having fun with my Momma.

It was years before I saw her again. I walked out with the man to the front of the hotel. My stomach still hurt, so I walked really slow. I was really glad to see her, but I didn’t feel good. She didn’t look like she felt good either. She took me to the car, and she said something about us not going on vacation this year. That made me really sad because I love camping in that little tent in the woods. But, I felt so bad I couldn’t think about it. It hurt me to jump out of the car. I went straight in to my little box and went to sleep. I dreamed about camping and wading in the creek in Arkansas where we used to visit. When I woke up, she gave me this white creamy stuff with some nasty tasting bits in it. She put the big inner tube on my neck and laughed. I didn’t think it was funny. Then I got sleepy again. The cats just stared at me. I hate those cats.

Today, we went on a few short walks. I wanted to go longer, but I didn’t feel very good. I got confused. I stopped to urge her to walk me farther, but I couldn’t move. I didn’t know what I wanted. I still feel like there’s fog in my head. When she got home today she told me that we could go on vacation. She said some nice people who liked me on Facebook gave money to the hotel for keeping me. I don’t know why that place cost so much. It wasn’t any fun. Who would want to go there? Anyway, I’m just really happy that we’ll get to go on vacation this year. I hope we go camping on Lake Michigan where it’s cool. It gets so hot in this new place where we live. I want to run on the beach and jump in the cold water. I think I’m going to sleep now so I can dream about something besides these cats. Thank you to the people who helped my Momma and me this week. I hope I never go back to that hotel again. I wish the cats would go there to live.

10 thoughts on “Ashok’s Adventure: A Scary Hotel

  1. Dear sweet Ashok –
    I am so glad you are feeling better. I know that your momma seemed calm at the time, but she was really worried about you. I know the cats bother you but we can’t help that. They are cats. Please don’t eat any more stuff unless you momma tells you it is okay.
    Jo Jo

  2. I so see Ashok’s Adventure to the hospital evolving in to a children’s book to help kids who are scared about a hospital stay. Famous, I tell ya’! Ashok is going to be famous!!

  3. Ashok,
    Well Ashok, you got Momma back for thinking about getting rid of you. I was appalled when I read that blog about her needing to rehome you so she could meet a man and socialize. All she needs is you, and if she was in my shoes she would understand. The grass always looks greener on the other side,tell her. Not that her having a man would be a bad idea, just it is not a necessary idea and worth getting rid of you. I am glad you are feeling better. I know the feeling. Last Friday, I ate so much king cake and chocolate, I felt miserable. Watch what you eat.

    • Haha! Thanks, Rhonda. I was actually wanting to rehome her because she is miserable when I’m gone, and she eats stuff she shouldn’t. I feel like I knew this was coming. I deserve to have a life with friends and family and love, if it’s in the cards. I don’t feel guilty about wanting it. I found some solutions that may make it more bearable for both of us. We’ll see how it goes. Miss you.

  4. BTW, I had to make my blog private because my students found it. Will you go to settlingmud.com and request to be added? Or you can also tell me your wordpress username, so I can add you.

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