Bailey, the Great Explorer of the Underdesk

Bailey, the poor citizen in the province of West of the Brook in the realm of Hungaria, had been commissioned by the King and Queen to seek for precious vittles that would help stimulate Hungaria's economy and general well-being. 

He set off alone, a brave pioneer in the dark, unknown land that he decided to dub, "Underdesk."

The journey was long, and was very tough. He spent weeks upon weeks in the region of Underdesk, seeking the truth behind the rumors of the little round food that would satisfy all. His back was always sore, his nose always filled with the dust of Underdesk's arid climate.

Alas, Bailey never did find what he was commissioned to find by his King and Queen.

His spirits were downcast, and his soul nearly broken in two. But today, he is still deemed the Great Explorer for his incomparable valiance.

Floral Flaunting

This time of the year, with cool breezes and warm sunshine, pansies flourish beautifully. When I look at them, I am always inspired to capture their beauty in a photograph. 

I suppose Bailey feels a bit jealous that my camera attention isn't always on him anymore, so, without my realizing it, he sneaks into the frame while I'm taking photographs of the pansies.

So, in nearly all of the photographs I have of pansies, Bailey is in the background as well.

Good thing he complements the pansies so well!

Bailey's Sunbath

Christmas is over, and the New Year's Day has come and passed. Bailey, still feeling the lethargy in his bones from days and days of feasting, cannot seem fight his drooping eyelids under the harsh January sun.

As the sun's warmth sinks into his fur and under his skin, he feels his head drooping lower, and lower, and lower...

For him, there's nothing quite as nice as bathing in the sun. 

Chancy Campout

Lying around all day gets to be very boring for Bailey. Sure, he had his toys to entertain himself with, but after years of constantly playing the same running back and forth and back and forth to fetch a nasty, fuzzy, slime-covered ball just did not appeal to him as much anymore.

So, Bailey decided to camp out on the living room floor. Unfortunately, he couldn't figure out how to place the  long pipes into the cloth to form a tent, so instead, he just laid out his handy-dandy sleeping bag.

He fetched his favorite table cloth since he could not find his nice plush covers, and settled down under them. It wasn't long before he began to fall asleep.

But, he heard a strange scritch, scritch sounding through the door.

He dove under his covers, shivering in fright. Should I stay out here? he thought to himself, looking for any sign of movement from the door.

Nothing more happened, and as the time slowly ticked away, the night darkened, and soon the room was pitch black. His nerves began to calm, and soon, he fell into a deep, deep sleep.

Without warning, an eerie light appeared over Bailey's slumbering figure. A shape began to form, then slowly descended upon Bailey.

It was none other than Snoopy - the Wannabe Vampire.

Sunkissed Snooze

The lazy, warm Sunday air intoxicates Bailey with drowsiness. It no longer matters that the bed is a strictly forbidden area  for him. Why sleep on a stinky, scratchy floor when there are plush, cool comforters available for his use? Momma won't be home for another hour, anyway.

So the elderly dog snoozes on, basking in the gentle warmth of the rays filtering through the window shutters. He had not a single worry or care in the world. No dogs to intimidate at when he was actually frightened to the core, no food to whine for at the dinner table. 

Just a sweet little snooze under the Sunday sun. 

Bailey's Myth: The Creation of Formosa

There once was a mysterious orange landform, long, long ago, that was situated on top of a lush green landscape.

Nobody knew where this odd form came from - it seemed to have come from nowhere. The unicellular organisms living on this green landscape soon found that their confusion turned into curiosity. Within a few moments of their discovery of this New World, the organisms began to inhabit it, forming colony after colony.

However, what they did not know was that danger was soon looming over them.

It was the Monster.

The Monster had wreaked destruction on their lands before - their usual colonies were on little brown rocks, or sometimes even large expanses of thin, light green land. This orange land was new, and seemed so indestructible. But the Monster was hungry. The Deity of their land had run out of little brown rocks to bestow upon the green landscape that was often devoured by the Monster. So, the Deity, in the stead of these brown rocks, provided the little organisms the beautiful and comfortable orange-colored structure.

The Monster did not care whether he was destroying little rocks or big, soft rocks. He just wanted to eat, eat, eat.

As the little organisms were settling down, the Monster lay there, patient, waiting for the perfect time to strike.

Finally, the moment came.

This moment was so violent, so filled with the wrenching shrieks, "Osa! Ohhh-saaaaaa!" and terror that it is just impossible to depict anywhere except in one's deepest, most terrifying nightmares.

The Orange Form was no more. The Monster had devoured in one big gulp - not a single bite. So when he, also being an organism, had to get rid of this Orange Form from his body, it came out in one big green piece, almost good as new.

Picture from Google

The land was given a name - "Form" to say what it is, and "osa" to commemorate the last dying screams of the Orange Form's colonists.

So, it came to pass that this wonderful flourishing land became Formosa.

Bailey's Beginnings

Bailey is tired. He is not used to being in a car for such a long time. So he falls asleep quickly.

He snorts and kicks in his sleep, dreaming of his usual frolic through green meadows speckled with wildflowers as far as his nearsighted eyes could see. He is content, and he sits down, just a bit exhausted.

Then, without warning, his dream shifted.

He suddenly became a little puppy.

Photo from Google

He remembers being utterly spoiled, his large brown eyes melting every heart that caught sight of him. He also remembers being quite sneaky, sleeping on the bed with the human with the long brown hair that he remembers as Gage* then jumping off the moment he heard the sounds of the human with the short brown hair in the house.

He was The Boss.

Until, one day, another boss appeared.

Photo from Google

He did not understand this "new boss." So small, so gross. Always tugging on my ear! Why did Brown Hair Humans spend so much time with him? He would ask himself. Little Bailey resorted to competing with Little Boss. He would steal his toys and eat his food. Mm! Brown Hair Humans did pay more attention to Little Bailey, except they seemed a bit different. Not mean, just... different. Poor Little Bailey.

Little Bailey, formerly Boss, was now Not-So-Little Bailey. Former Little Boss had become Boss Boss. And, yes, another Little Boss appeared. Little Bailey could not handle it anymore. He stole and played and ate and was super jealous of the Bosses.

Brown Hair Humans were very sad. They loved Not-So-Little Bailey, but their Bosses and N-S-L Bailey just couldn't work out.

So Brown Hair Humans suddenly took him to White Hair Humans. He remembers calling one of the White Hair Humans "Mother." But really, she was just Grandma. Then one day N-S-L Bailey ended up at a house with Black Hair Humans with Funny Eyes.

N-S-L Bailey was sad at first, but he was curious too. Not-So-Little Bailey became Grown Bailey.

And Grown Bailey became Ancient Bailey.

Bailey wakes up.

Ah, I'm old again, Bailey thinks.

And that is Bailey's story. So far, at least.

*name changed to protect privacy