Henry's World

I know it has been over a year since I last posted on Otter World. This will be the last time I post here. I am starting a new blog called Henry's Daily Thoughts. I will post daily. I hope you enjoy the new blog. Here is the link. http://hendailythought.blogspot.com/ Thank you all for the support into Otter World. I hope you have enjoyed this blog as much as I did.

As you may well know from my mom's posts, there is a handsome puppy in the house. His name is Rascal, which appropriately fits him. Before Tuesday, he'd never had much problem with the crate, something I found interesting. He'd also never experienced anxiety issues when people came and left. Then yesterday, my dad and I were standing in the driveway organizing things for a trip to Goodwill. All of a sudden, Rascal freaked out. Some history behind the newest member of our family. Rascal was a stray in Hollister, when CARE, a rescue organization, found him. At this time Rascal was estimated to be about 2 months old, the age of a puppy when you first get them. He went to another family, who had him for quite a while, around 5 months. Then, without explanation, this family moved to Ohio, surrendering Rascal. CARE once again had him and his crazy antics for about a month. Rascal's name was changed to Boots in his time with CARE, but he wouldn't answer to that name. He ...

This is an excerpt from my upcoming story, Beetle vs Ants: A war Story. I won't give many details here, because I don't want spoil the surprise. Just know this is about a warrior's final stand. The beetle ran up the turret, using the steps as a launching pad. I followed him, charges stuck firmly in my pocket. I knew I would need them as I chased after the warrior. He fired a shot that got a lucky bounce and killed three of my comrades. Rage thundering through my mind, I knocked him down with the baton hidden in my belt. I caught up to him, watching his face change into a snarl. I slipped by the unresisting guard of the blade he carried to fights, and stuffed his body full of charges. Leaping off and sailing towards the ground, I blew up the charges and heard his scream as he blew. Falling, I saw the enemy crowd the bottom. I pulled out my trusty, ragged rifle to engage them, but before I had even taken a shot, a beetle sniper shot the gun out of my hands. I quickly turne...

Previously, we learned that Pugtacular had been cancelled. And now, back to the story. Trinket's Journal Jan 29, 2006 The humans had a big argument at dinner. Mom thought that Bucky should opt out of next year's Pugtacular. Given his recent success, I have to admit that she has a point. However, Dad seemed to think otherwise, saying that she should keep hope. It turned into a big yelling match, with Mom yelling at Dad, and Dad defending his point, though not very well, I might add. Meanwhile me and Bucky were hiding under the table. "What do you think?" I barked. "About what?" "Do you want to go to Pugtacular next year?" "About that," he barked,"I don't know. I honestly don't know." That was good enough of an answer for me. Good enough. Jan 30, 2006 My birthday! Henry cuddled me and told me I was the greatest little doggy in the world, which I suppose lifts your morale, even if you hear it twenty ...

Well, a year came and past. For the purpose of this story, I will send you, reader to the day before Pugtacular where we meet our furry hero.....well, I won't tell you. Reader, sit back and enjoy.(or perhaps you won't) I wish I could say that Bucky was having a fun time on the day before Pugtacular. Unfortunately, he wasn't. In fact Bucky, at this particular moment, was vomiting. To say that Bucky was having a fun time is stretching the truth to a breaking point. Let's just say that he was glad he did not have to participate in any races, and leave it at that. "Bucky, I really think you should stop vomiting. You know the race is in three hours and you need to be ready," said Trinket. "I can't help it. I keep thinking of last year!" wailed Bucky. "Oh, you'll do fine," Trinket reassured him."I just wish I was coming." Just then Mom entered the room, carrying the soggy towels she had been using to clean up ...

On a windy afternoon with some hail coming down , a huge boat set off to explore San Francisco Bay. Yes, I was on it. We were off on our "Discovery Voyage", a field trip where we would all pile onto a boat, and explore the bay for four hours. Boy, was it fun! We (my fifth-grade class) were exploring the bay with special scientists whose job it was to check on the creatures of the bay. It sounded boring to me, so I geared for 4 ho urs of trying not to be seasick. It wasn't that boring. I mean, sure, we started out with the usual safety talk. But after that, all fun. First, they had us divide into three groups, since they had three stations to explore. Launch First Mission. Begging first transmission: First Station: At the first station, we were studying mud and the creatures that live in it. We talked about different "Invaders", creatures that had come to the bay and began killing the creatures that lived there. Then, using the cranks and levers and rope, eve...

Chapter 1 part 1 (Trinket) Rinnnnnnngggggggg! Trinket pricked up his ears as Mom, dressed in her baking apron, rushed to the phone. The Keys family had been awaiting a call from their dog's veterinarian, a woman named Ms. Self. She was very small and had been stuck taking care of sick dogs for twenty-five years, which had driven to be very to herself, hardly talking except to prescribe some very dangerous medication which made dogs vomit all over whatever was in the vicinity (tables, people, lamps, books, magazines etc). Trinket hated her. Mom answered the phone, looking downcast as she was answered with a machine telling her to pay off her bills. "Can't be long now", she said, as Trinket took cover underneath a chair at just the thought of Ms. Self's voice on the phone. The reason for the call was because Trinket had recently begun to talk during dinnertime. When the pug began to talk, no one batted an eyelash. He had been born to talk. It just came naturally....