Yesterday my mom and dad were going over to Jackies Transport, a local trucking company. Jackie's Husband Michael is the son of my mom's best friend Martha. Mom told me I was invited to come along, the ladies in the office wanted to see me, they needed a Joyologist fix.

When we arrived Mom and Dad started talking and I ran off to do my rounds of the office cubicles. Getting a snack here and there and a few belly rubs.

Everything was going fine till I happened by the Lunch room. I get this whiff of something very interesting. I looked around to see if anyone was watching and then snuck in. It was so clean, not a crumb on the floor (what kind of lunchroom doesn't have crumbs?). I was thinking where could this aroma be coming from. In the corner behind the Water cooler I found a box full of a blue/green substance just waiting for me. It looked pretty weird but had an enticing smell. I took a taste and it didn't taste half bad. As I started to chow down, in came Mom and Jackie yelling "DON"T EAT THAT!!! TOO LATE !! I already had a big mouth full. They looked in my mouth to see if I had eaten any and of course they see blue all over my cute little face.

My mom grabbed me and ran out past my dad yelling "We're going to the Vet, Spike ate RAT POISON". We ran out to the car and mom called Brooke (my sister) and tells her to call Dr. Roose and tell him we are on the way. My mom drove like a mad woman passing cars right and left. There is silence in the car except for my mom's cursing out other drivers under her breath.

At this point I thought "what's the fuss?". I felt fine. What's a little Rat Poison going to do to me, I'm not a rat, I'm not even related to a Rat....I Kill Rats, Rat poison can't hurt me.

As we pulled up to Dr. Roose's office, my dad jumps out of the still moving car and ran in with me. My friend Sue grabs me and quickly took me down into the basement. I hate when she takes me down there. I know they are up to no good when they take me to "THE BASEMENT". They put me on the table and start to pump peroxide down my throat. They pumped some in and then stand around discussing why my tail was still wagging so fast. They put more in and I continued to wag my tail, did they think a little peroxide is going to stop a Jack Russell's tail from wagging? Why did they want my tail to stop wagging anyhow? I soon found out. I got this funny feeling in my belly, my tail stops wagging and a green bubbly projectile flies out of my mouth.

As if this was not enough to bear, next they gave me a shot of Vitamin K1 and proceeded to put a tube into my mouth and down to my stomach and pumped black stuff in that I heard someone say was charcoal. Do they think I'm a JRT barbecue or what? They tell my mom that I have to stay for awhile so they can make sure I'm all right. Yea, I was feeling just fine till they started shoving things down my throat.

I'm safely at home now and all seems fine, except for my mom pulling my lips up every ten minutes to check the color of my gums. I have no idea why they did all this to me and why my mom was crying when she picked me up, but I don't think I will be eating anymore of that Rat stuff that they keep by the water cooler at Jackie's Transport. I heard my mom talking to Sue this morning and she said that I will have black tar-like poops for awhile....well DAAAAAA ! what do they expect after pumping all that Charcoal into me, sugar cubes?

I just got good news from Connecticut, my cousin Kobe has arrived! Here is the first picture. He looks more like my sister Sushi than me. They must take after their fathers because they don't seem to have my good looks.

A nice lady made them for me... Im titled "RUFF RIDER" You can order now! email me!

There hasn't been too much going on in my life since I have been back in the States! My mom keeps me away from the wild animals so I haven't been able to get into any scraps. I did get a big snake the other day, but mom got into the act and took him away before I could make the final blow. She put him over the fence and I watched as he limped away, dragging his tattered tail behind him. My mom spends her days painting Mermaids. I guess it helps her get through the days here in Michigan. She is very sad when away from the salt water of Grand Cayman. I am now her agent, if anyone would like to buy a painting, contact me by email and I will get you the information. I put a few examples up here for your viewing pleasure. I'm also commissioning a few small statues of "me, myself" doing fun stuff and will put them up when they are done. Life is so boring away from the sea that I have to do something to entertain myself.

BOY, DOES HE LOOK LIP SMACKIN GOOD!