In Search Of Red's Treasure

"Anne I told you to let the lab sniff the way! Now we're lost."

"No we're not Tank. Listen, it's calling us. Over here! Remember, a dying plant speaks the truth, but only the just can hear. Shh...Don't you hear it Tank?"

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Benny "The Tank"

Random Travels

Things sure have become mundane around the floral shop this summer. Mr. Shadowcaster has been much too busy with "work" to give out any fresh assignments. I myself am partly to blame, with my new hobbies, painting and singing, but things are about to change. It's time to travel to nowhere. When your present grows stagnant, and your future looks bleak, you must force the energies around you to combust into one big....well, some ole' yorkie told me this, and you know how I feel about yorkies. However, no one knows I am embarking on an unknown adventure; it will be much more fun that way. Anyways, this floral business, it's a tough business, a dirty business, it's a deadly business. It's time I go off and find my hush. Yes, that's right, my hush. It feels so good to say that word, let's all say it together...hush. Travels abound! Oh yea, gotta' see Tina one last time.

Benny "The Tank"

Shh...Hush! He doesn't know I'm following him, I'm bored too...and he's right it does feel good to say it...hush.

Sing Loud!

That's right, I ain't no choir boy.

Oh, so it's pronounced with a sssssss....wait, whose finger is that...because it's about to be mine!

Benny "The Tank"

Gone Too Long

I'm sure all seven followers have been wondering where I have been for the past two weeks. The top five guesses I heard are as follows:

1. A Bitch House(Poodle Brothel)
2.Under the bridge, in the river
3. Rehab with Anne
4. Mr. Shadowcaster's home planet
5. Collecting tar balls with the Hoff (shirtless Hoff), and Gary Coleman at the beach. VERY UNLIKELY!

And the answer is.....

None of the above. I needed some time off to embark on my new passion, painting! Yes I have the artist touch. My speciality is, or will be, oil paintings of former family members. However, I must figure out this easel, and paint holder thingy?

Benny "The Tank"

Is it the Fourth yet?

Sounds Of A Bird

Outsiders always sing like canaries, but we listen, as this bird confirms what Mr. Shadowcaster feared most.

"The shadows are comming! The shadows are comming! I say...I say... the shadows are comming!

Benny "The Tank"

A Shadow And A Master's Return

As we continue our venture into the forrest, the winter chill is suddenly broken, and we see our master, and the shadow he took.

"I have returned home in despair. The shadows have grown restless, they yearn for a body. I have returned to prepare everyone for the...

Benny "The Tank"

Cold Comfort

I shall only leave my shawl when the snow and cold air cease! I moved "The Family" down South for many reasons, but not for a cold tail nub, but hear my orders clearly. Find "The Tail"! Something is awry; we can all feel Mr. Shadowcaster's presence, yet he refuses to reveal his return. Go to work "Tank", lead the way, and maybe this Southern winter will cease.

Grandma Mo'

A Shadow's Chill

As I look up towards the heavens, I can feel his presence. I know he is watching, but I can only wonder why he has not come back home. I am sure it is him that makes this Southern winter continue, as I feel his cold breath upon the plume of my tail. I can only hope that Mr. Shadowcaster stays faithful to his promise, and returns safely with Mandy's shadow, but then I look behind my and tracks, and I see...

Could it be, is it truly him? Can A shadow even leave foot prints? The air has grown colder, I must get back to the snuggery.

Benny "The Tank"

A Private Meeting

After passing off a few Charlee Bears to the security guards, I was granted a private meeting with Uncle Orso. Hopefully he will tell me why we unloaded a rocket.

Uncle Orso:

Tank, how good it is to see you, even if it's through barriers. You come today, you come to ask a...forget the speech, these barriers have worn me down today. Tank, the rocket, it's obivous, and I'm a little suprised you didn't figure it out. It is very important for Mr. Shadowcaster to return home for a brief stint, there's much business to be done where he is from. Don't look so frightened, it's where all shadows come from.

Benny "The Tank"

In Search Of

It's a new year, and it's back to business. Mandy and Gracie patroll the grounds carefully in search of  "The Tail". Meanwhile, I'm preparing myself for another meeting with Uncle Orso, in hopes of finding out why we are housing a rocket in our backyard.

Benny "The Tank"

Tap, Taps...

What goes tap, tap on the glass window, well the "The Tail" of course. The very, very creepy tree continues to be right as we barely catch glimpse of the "The Tail" in the bush. It might be time to pay "Big M" a visit, this tail is starting to bother me.

Benny "The Tank"

A Very Creepy Tree

...And as I looked up from the talking branch, I began to hear the creepy, screeching tree speak words of wisdom.

"I have lost a limb to gain a friend. "The Tail" is among us all. It has a speed and stealth that all others lack, and worst of all no one is sure if it is even attached to a back. Let me draw the picture clear, the rocket you house under the moon, will soon bring you fear, while "The Tail" cheers within a stream of your tears. Be leary of all who pass, for you will know trouble, when you hear the tap on the glass."

Well, I have learned two things, some trees are very, very creepy and physic, and I now realize why everyone, humans included, pee on trees.

Benny "The Tank"

Free Range

Reunited with our shadows we all enjoyed the beautiful day. As we basked in the warm sunlight, my shadow exclaimed how thankful he was to be free, and attached to his body once again. In fact, all the shadows proclaimed their freedom in the warm light, never wanting to loose it again, but I fear there are some shadows out there that will never realize how free they truly are. Guess some shadows have to be educated the hard way. However, there is one thing we must do to make the day perfect...Run! Run free, until our hearts tell us to stop. Luckily, once again the low quality doggie cam caught it all!


Benny "The Tank" and his Shadow

Presentation Of The Bag O' Shadows

Big M is granted permission to present me with the Bag O' Shadows. I quicky return home, and wait for Mr. Shadowcaster.

As I await his arrival, my shadow enters into a fiery rage, and attempts to reattach to my body. No matter how hard I fight, some of the shadow manages to attach. I fear Mr. Shadowcaster's reaction.

I watch Mr. Shadowcaster dreadfully descend down upon me, and as the other shadows sense his arrival, they too enter into a rage, and can only burn with vengance for his actions.

But behold, all is calm and well, for Mr. Shadowcaster surprises us all, and gently releases my shadow in its entirety, while giving me authority to release the others as well. The gesture is comforting, but I know that in darkness glimpses of light are rarely seen. I have seen a light in Mr. Shadowcaster, but I have also seen it dim. So carefull I will be, and precise in the steps my paws take.

Benny "The Tank"

Lonesome Note

Anne informed us that Brown Dog was spotted at a nearby park, and what do we find?

It looks as if Brown Dog has left a note, and an old picture of better times remembered. Since humans are unable to read K-9, I will let Miss Gracie interpret the wise words Brown Dog has left us with.

Remember humans, reading K-9 is much like reading ancient, Egyptian hieroglyphics. Except K-9 mostly consist of squiggly lines and triangles, much harder to interpret for most. Lets begin:

To former, and maybe current friends,

I have decided to return to the home country of Treviso, Italy. There are many Brown Dogs in Treviso, it is a place where Brown Dogs can run free. Also, I shamefully embezzled three thousand bones worth of Charlee Bears, straight from Mr. Shadowcaster's stash. I just have an insatiable appeitite for those things, only three calories, come on! I hope this letter finds you and your shadows a quick reuinion."

Brown Dog...

All we can do is look to the heavens, and hope this letter appeases Mr. Shadowcaster. Until then, stop by Monday morning and see how our Halloween bash turns out. In the mode of party we shall defeat our sorrow.

Benny "The Tank"

Between A Bee And A Shih-Tzu

On the ever-continuous journey to find Brown Dog, Gracie encounters yet another acquaitance of the wandering soul:

Gracie: Bee, Have you seen Brown Dog?

Bee: Excuse me I have a problem today.

Gracie:What’s your problem?

Bee: I’ve been sniffing pollen for three days straight. Arrrrrrr…my wings are numb. Have I seen a dog, which is of the shade brown? No, I have not. Mmmmmm…pollen…mmmmm….pollen is ymmmmy for the tummy.

I advised Miss Gracie to keep walking. It is becoming obvious the type of company Brown Dog kept outside "The Family".

Benny "The Tank"

A View From Within

After being separated from Mandy, my days have been somewhat lonely. There is nothing to cast upon, and the other shadows are not so friendly. One shadow in particular, we all call "The Tank", never lets the rest of us peek through a small tear in the tip of the bag. He is not too fond of us moving around either. Wait a minute, I think I can see a little light, is that the sky, or is that...

Mandy's Shadow
Only because Benny "The Tank's" shadow allows it!

Thoughts Of A Lost Friend

Before my associates and I embark on our great journey, I must gather my thoughts, and strengthen my will. So I sit upon this stump, and think of my lost shadow. The fear and anguish he must feel, the despair that rules his very existence. I don't expect most humans will understand, but your shadow is always there, he is always loyal, and most importantly he is you. When you see your shadow, you know there is light, in its absence darkness tends to take many forms. So I must continue and think upon this stump, hoping that I will soon have the reassurance of my dark friend.

Benny "The Tank"

Odd Happenings

Things have just gotten even weirder. Brown Dog is still missing, Mandy's Shadow was stolen, then a human and his rabbit?...attempt to breach our security system at the snuggery. Once again, a bag of Charlee Bears is calling my name.

Benny "The Tank"