Hey, eh... It's me, Pocket in "Hokkamuri", a traditional head
cloth originally worn by Japanese farmers, and currently a trendy fashion
item among the young adult business people in Tokyo. That's what I heard
from an Akita I met at the dog park. He is a third generation Japanese-American,
so this information may not be true.
Anyway, following pics will show you how I was doing when I was saved from
Dewey Animal Shelter in Las Vegas.
As the time went by, my brain was almost frozen and couldn't think of anything.
I was feeling hungry and thursty, but the shelter food and water tasted
like shit (Oops, excuse me!) somehow.
Well... Then, I realized there was a couple of young oriental people looking
at me with unusual intensity. Their language was totally new to me. They
were pointing out each of my body parts and discussing something about
"Sighthound" and "Whippet". All I could understand
was that much. Fifteen minutes later, they pulled out a piece of paper
and wrote down my code number on the label which still says I am a Shar-Pei
As they leave the kennel, I saw their eyes shining as if they have finally
found a jewel in the sand.
On the other hand, I fell asleep and dreamed I was abducted by a group
of almond-eyed aliens for some strange experiment... !
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Sir Ben Kingsley stars in "Gandhi" ??
Anyone care for Babyback Ribs with some BBQ sauce ??
Pocket weighed only 17 lbs then.
(That was 6 lbs. below normal !)
I woke up one day in some place totally unfamiliar to me. A kennel cage
smelled somewhat like a hospital and my shoulder was numb. I supposed somebody
gave me a shot or two to get me back to conscious. Yes, I was in a hospital.
I heard a couple of vet-tech girls walking along my cage and say "...This
guy is gonna be moved to the shelter. Animal Control will come pick him
up this afternoon. I thought he is not gonna make it when those kids brought
him in here, though."
The last thing I remember was a pair of coyotes attacking me and bit my
ear before I could escape into the bush and passed out. Where I lived before?
Who was my Mom and Dad?? I just can't remember at all. In the back seat
of the Animal Control van, I felt an itch to have some Tortilla Chips or
Tacos with extra sour cream. Maybe I was brought up in a Mexican-American
family. Still unable to stand up, I overheared an old German Shepherd telling
a young Pitbull that we are going to Dewey which is known to be a high
Part One : Pocket Rocket's Great Escape
Although weather was fine and there was a lot of sunshine in the shelter
cell, it was still too cold for us extra short haired breed. I was shivering
all day with my back bent. My left ear was still bleeding and I found some
more fresh wounds all around my body and limbs. A couple of days later,
kennel attendant put a label on my door that read "Shar-Pei mix. Age:
10 mo. Available for adoption, 1/19/2002".
People looking for their new pets seemed to be more interested in the Labrador
mix next door. After they appreciated the Lab's super friendriness and
his shiny black coat, they come to my cage and go "Oh, what a skinny
dog..." "Look at this, this guy has blood all over !" and
walked away with a sympathetic glimpse. All I could say was, hey, somebody
get me outa here, otherwise I'm gonna catch a flu !!
Wow ! You Sir Are Totally F#cked Up, Sir... !
Who Is Pocket Rocket ?