chapter 1

Author's note:

- ALVINNN! and The Chipmunks Cartoon Universe CGI Series (2015-present day) and Remember...Theodore and Eleanor have green eyes in this story.

-The youngest to oldest are: Eleanor, Theodore, Simon, Jeanette, Brittany, Alvin.

-They are 9 years old, and are 12 inches tall.

-Only Eleanor and Theodore can speak and understand Dog Language

-Everything that is in underlined will be in Dog Language.

-I have to give thanks to:
Joan Wackadoodle and MRAY 4TW for there suggestions.
And to Dgreatsparky for being a beta and part time co-writer.

Ok guys. I know this one is a little bazaar to read. But everything will be answered in different chapters as they come. Agent James Suggs (The Soggy guy) Calvin and the Hip Munks, plus and the Hip Ettes. Have already captured Alvin and took him to Some sciences research university center located in Russia. They have teamed up with Claudia Furschtein and Klaus Furschtein to plan there Ultimate revenge against Alvin. Now Alvin has been changed into something else and has been brainwashed by them. Can Alvin's real family bring him back from the dark side and help Alvin remember who he really is. Or will Alvin be forever lost to and not wanting anything to do with his real family.

Well read and find out what will happen


Alvin's point of view

'DEAR DOGGY DIARY?...NAH... JOURNAL SOUNDS MUCH BETTER TO ME.'

Thought Alvin as he pushed the buttons with his doggy paws as he typed away on his specifically made computer pad that was for him to use. That also came with a large computer monitor screen.

'Mr Talbot told me I have to do this. So here I am and... well I've only been back at home for less than a day now.'

So where should I begin? Well...I was forced to become a family's pet dog and I'll stay as a dog for the rest of my life... And I guess I can't really blame my family either for wanting me to become the...family's pet...and stay as their pet dog. I mean... Just look at me.

Even I don't recognize myself anymore.

I've got...four fairly large to super big heave k9 dog paws that seem to weight a ton which I use every day. And...because of those heavy paws, I'm forced to walk on all four's limbs all the time now.

The surgery that was done to me...is irreversible and it even made sure that I'll never be able walk on two legs ever again. So I'm truly am stuck walking like a dog for the rest of my life and it sucks big time ok. The surgery even changed my gender to something really special that no one else has in this world.

My head and skull...got stretched out longer and reshaped with lots of surgery to where it resembles of a real dogs head. And somehow they were able to add more bone to my whole skeleton. But my new bone is like twenty time stronger than normal bone because they generically mutated it to be strong like steel...or probably even stronger than steel. Even my doggy nails are tuff and strung like steel.

And the only thing I know about this new bone...is my whole skeleton has a very, very thick layer completely covering the my whole skeleton. This stuff is kinda like the wolverine with his adamantium metal skeleton. And because of my new bone that's covering my whole skeleton, it has also made me about or around thirty five percent heaver. So instead of me weighing at my normal seven to nine pounds, I now almost weigh in at...twelve pounds. So...that a lot if you are a chipmunk. So now I weigh in as much as my little brother...or about the same weight as each other.

Even my mouth got stretched out wider and longer thats got a long black nose at the end of it. My teeth were reshaped and they got changed so much that I needed braces just to keep them in the right place and that's when I learned that I'll need to have braces for life. My tongue got stretched and reshaped with surgery to where it really looks like a dogs tongue now. My ears got stretched out longer with surgery and now I've got long flappy doggy ears.

But that not all I got...because of my family and its what they wanted to do to me...plus for me to have on my ears for all time. Now I've got two red ear tags and three red earrings in each ear that are permanent. And they always make some noise when ever I shake my head like other dogs. Ever me voice, with my vocal cords got cut, changed, alerted with surgery and with even more surgery to where I only could do was bark, growl and make noise like any other dog out there.

So when the surgeons were doing my voice, they tried their very best to made sure that I'll never be able to ever talk ever again. Even my new Doctor had told me the same thing... But however, my new doctor also told me he would do some research and let me know if it could be undone. He also told me that the surgery might make me mute for life. So for now...I'm truly am stuck barking like a dog.

The only thing I know or can think of...I must have been under, or unconscious for a very long time and spent quite some time in some...Biotechnology Science Surgery Chamber thingy... Because when I came to, or woke back up again from my first surgery. I found myself in some cage inside some recovery white room with no windows to see out. And of course I tried saying something then, but I quickly found out that all I could do was bark, and make dog sounds from then on and I still do to this very day. So after I started making dog noises, the surgeons then walked in to the white room where I was staying at.

I noticed every one were wearing white clothing with some kind of new fancy rich looking jewelry and they even were wearing some kind of mask that covered there face. My guess is they probably wanted to make sure I couldn't identify them later. It may seem quite funny to you huh? Well Its not funny, not one bit at all.

One of them then took me out of my prison cage and then placed a very heavy prison spreader bar shackles around my ankles. The spreader bar shackles, forced my legs wide open and keep them wide open the whole time. In fact, I almost was doing the splits and the spreader bar shackles made sure I couldn't walk at all. Or try to run away either.

They even made sure I couldn't ever take my shackles off and how the did that, they welded the lock shut. So after making sure my shackles were on me...one of them, then locked me to the table so everyone could re-check my vitals and to confirm that I was hundred percent in good health to some camera on a wall. So I truly never knew who was in charge. Then afterwards...I was placed in hot pink diapers and placed on some...weird looking red liquid diet and fed me baby food the whole time...including making me eat out of a baby bottle as well. So I truly had no clue what I was even eating or being fed. The only thing I know what I was eating...it tasted all full.

This is when my family walked in with big smiles on their faces and one of them was holding a mirror. Simon then gave me the mirror so I could see what has been done to me so far and to tell me that I have lots more surgery to go through before I was finished. He told me I get to see myself after each and every single surgery that I get, so I can see what has been done to me so far.

In fact, all of them had several comments about how I looked. They teased me and made fun of me and it really hurt to hear what they were telling me then. Jeanette came up with an idea that they could just let me go and make me start living as some chipmunk freak with the head of a dog. Brittany wanted take me to some ZOO and sale me to them. Eleanor wanted to sale me to some circus so I could live as a freak in the freak show... Theodore put in his two cents worth and everybody did agree that they all could do that. But Simon reminded everyone that I was going to become the obedient family's pet dog.

Even the surgeon that checked me out, He too wanted me to see what had been done to my head and I was horrified by what I saw. But the weird part of was, I didn't see any stitches or scars on the skin. Because the skin looked flawless and smooth flowing. As like as it had never been cut at all. I also was completely furless like a baby with smooth skin by then and I looked like some pink lab rat that was very cold and shivering. I even felt my new head with my own to hands just to see if what I saw was real and everything I felt with my hands was smooth flowing on the skin. I even tried pulling my new face off at first and yes it did 'hurt' to do that. When I did that, my family just laughed and laughed at me for even trying to do that in the first place... I latter found out that I have very big, thick metal plate on my head . The metal plate almost covers my whole skull. As for why my family put a metal plate on my head... Other than to pick me up with a very strong magnet, my family probably wanted to also put antennas on me latter and then I would have looked like some...Martian with antennas from the red planet Mars.

My next few surgeries... included my neck. My neck also got stretched longer, or probably even longer and got reshaped with lots of surgeries or to where it resembles a dogs neck. My main body got changed and reshaped with surgery...it changed my spine and hips to where it also resembles a dog's body again. The surgery changed and reshaped my tail and now, I have two tails that are really long and super bushy. The surgery changed my arms and legs so much that they even look and move like any other dogs out there.

The surgeons that did all the surgery to me...they even changed part of my gender to something really different, yet the same. Cause now...I've got extra parts that were added to to me...that my family must of just decided just to add to me for the fun of it. And guess to see if it was possible to have in one body.

Causes now I'm stuck with having fully functional boy parts and fully functional girl parts at the same time... What was my family thinking of...getting me bred by anther dog or something... All I know is I can have babies growing inside me just like any other girl that wanted to have babies... I guess I should be thankful that I still have my man hood with my marbles still intact. Because Theodore made sure I got to keep them and yet when I looked for my man hood... I don't really see them there. Some how they just come out when they need to come out and that's the best I can explain it.

So when I have to go pee or urinate myself...I have squat down like a girl dog so I can discharge a watery, yellowish fluid that was stored in my bladder that I discharge through my urethra. I guess my family thought I'd be really funny for me if I started peeing like a girl. But the truth is...it's embarrassing and humiliating for me to do that and its not like have a choice either. I, I have to go and that's it. I don't have to like it OK.

Before I got my second to last surgery, my shackles were taken off. Then I got surgery on my hands and feet... My hands and feet got changed and reshaped, with even more surgery to where they look like real dog paws with dog nails. But the only difference is, I have six digits on each paw. Yes that's right! A dog with six toes. But when the surgeons where doing my hands and feet. They even made sure to make them really big and very heavy on me and for me to have. I don't know how, but somehow the surgeons were able to add more heavy bone to my hands and feet. My hands and feet are so heavy that I can't really swim in water very well. In other words, I struggle lots just to keep afloat on top of the water and if I don't struggle, I sink like a rock.

So now I'm gonna have to always wear something like a wet dog suit that will have to be put on me if I ever want to go swimming. However, I can swim even better than before...my guess being- it's because I now have four paws that I use to help me go swim. I only found this out because Mr. Talbot put a red and yellow dog swimsuit on me. Before the dog swimsuit...Mr. Talbot found out I can't swim due to my heavy dog paws. So Mr. Talbot had one made for me and the dog swimsuit doesn't cover me all the way. Tt only covers my main body leaving my tails, head, neck, arms, legs and paw uncovered. My dog swimsuit was specially designed for me and it keeps me from sinking like a rock...yet it doesn't make me float like some cork either. I float in the middle of the water just fine and its wonderful to go for swimming. And boy I love swimming with my dog swimsuit. In fact...when I swim, I feel like my old again. So with my dog swimsuit on me, I can go up or down just fine without needing any help or assistance.

My last surgery that I got...changed all of my fur and hair to all black and it'll stay that way for the rest of my life.

I don't know how the surgeons were able to make my new fur and hair grow in so quickly. All I know is I was placed in some...Biotechnology Science Surgery Chamber thingy...and that chamber thingy made me grow new fur and hair... I believe I was left in there for a day or so because when I was let out of it, all of my fur and hair were long, but not long. Only my hair on my head were long and it reached to ground. My hair was long enough that you could braid it. (And by the way, my hair is braided with colorful rainbow ribbons and bows right now for the moment and I even have a few bows on my tails.)

Then my family came into the room and told me that I was finish and my transformation was completed. This is when my ears got tagged and pierced with earrings. Even my nose got pierced with a bull nose ring at the very end of it and it hurt like hell getting them all done at the same time. And latter...my family led me around by my nose ring with some leash. And yes...they would yank on it just to torcher me and to remind me to be very obedient to them when I was taking a break from the programs

But my programs were not finished yet. They would finish me latter with all the programs that I would be forced to watch none stop.

I believe each surgeon was given a few hundred kilogram's (that's like 2.205 pounds for each kilogram) or more of gold and palladium together as there payments for all the surgery that they did to me. Not only they got paid well, they were like snobs to everyone and they had been giving bi-weekly gifts the whole time. They also had been drinking kopi-luwak coffee every day for months and months. And that coffee is very, very expensive to buy. How I know this, I had to look it up myself just to find out and I only know this because I have noticed that the surgeon's always had a new rich looking jewelry somewhere on them. The girls were given rings, bracelets, earrings, necklaces and the guys were given watches and other guys things that they wanted to have every so often.

So when I look at myself in a mirror, I...I see a 'munk-sized black German Shepherd with very, very big paws in the reflection that can't even wear any clothing any more. Cause nothing won't fit, or stay on. So...I truly look like a dog...and now I'm called some rare dog breed. I'm called last of the 'Kherubim dog breed'... As if it wasn't bad enough that I had to look like a dog, I now had some title to go with me. Simon then slipped some stupid high-tech dog collar thingy on me and that's when my family decided to give me a dog breed title that also came with cute name tags as well. At the time...Brittany decided that my new name would be...Alviena Rosie Miller with the name tags be in the shape of cute hot pink hearts.

Because of Simon...I'm stuck and I gotta wear some stupid looking dog collar that has cute little doggy bones on the red collar for the rest of my life. I was given new name tags and a new name latter that now say Alver on them and the name tags are in the shape of red stainless steel doggy bones. My dog collar was so high-tech that once it was snapped on me, it can't ever be removed or even cut off. Its permanently around my neck where it'll stay for good. As for why my family that wanted to do this to me...or forced me to get all this done by them... I'll never fully understand or know why and I wish I really knew why my family wanted this for me. I mean...what did I really do...that was so damn bad that I deserve this kind of treatment. I mean really...what did I really do that was so...WRONG by them? I just wanna know...why?

well... The only thing I can think of for the moment...is maybe I'm a rotten brother to my brothers and kinda rotten to the girls as well. Because everything that I ever did...was for me only and what I wanted in to get in return. I mean... I'm always scheming and making my family join in, in whatever crazy idea's I come up with or when I'm getting out of my chores. Like one time I traded my little brother for some toy... Then there was the time that I wouldn't listen to my little brother's song and more other stuff. Then there's Simon and how I always used him for my needs and then there there's the girls and how I... Lets face it, my list can keep going and go on. And Well...its to late to say sorry or change now because now...I can't even talk anymore. The surgery even changed and reshaped all of my vocal cords so I really sound like other dogs. So whenever I try to say something, all I do is just bark like other dogs and it...really bits because I can't even sing anymore like I used to.

I probably am facing the music now...how ironic!

Oh god...do I ever loved singing and I really, really miss it more than ever. Especially now and... Augg... My head 'HURTS' from all those stupid programs that I was forced to watch and listen too...for several weeks nonstop at a time and being trap in some bodysuit or was is a body cast that I was trapped the whole time.

At the time...I couldn't even move a single muscle when I was trapped and when I was let out of it, I could even run away at all. Because I collapsed to the grown because my body had become too weak and couldn't even hold me up any more. Then my family place me on some table for more other touch up surgery and after surgery, I went back to listening and watching those same programs again and again and again. My family was there the whole time watching me go through all of this treatment and..."

"Alver...where are you and where did you go?" said some high pitched voice from the living room.

Bark woof, Arf, "I'm down here guys. Not that it really matters anymore and it's not like anyone can ever understand me anyways...except for one. Or is it two now?." Bark woof, Arf.

"Oh...I just now heard him barking from down stairs. Should I go and get him now?" said another high pitched voice from the living room."

"No don't...or at least not yet... And guys...it'll take quite some time for Alver to finally adjust to his new life...as the family's pet dog. So if he doesn't really want to be around any of you for any reason, don't force him too alright? Just remember to let Alver come to you. He'll eventually come around when he's ready to come around and I know this is a lot to take in right now. Especially now and after finding out this morning when Mr. Talbot told us who or what that special dog really was, was to us." Said the deep voice coming from the living room. 'I know what Talbot has told me before and I would have to wait...but it's hard for me. Especially now and more than ever. I just wanna pick him up, hold him in my arms and tell him that things will get better for now on. But I can't even do that because Alvin won't...even let me be near him for anything. So, so...what did I do that was so, so terrible. Oh Alvin!...you have no idea just how much everyone has missed you being gone and you truly don't know what you have unit it all gone,' Thought Dave.

"Well I'm going down to at least...check on him," said some different high pitched voice that was on their way down stairs from the living room. 'It shouldn't have ever happened like this or even came to this in the first place and it's...my fault... Oh Alvin I'm so, so sorry this ever happened in the first place and I have to live with it now.'

I turned my head to see who it was that would be coming down and I already had a good idea who it would be. Still, I wanted to make sure who it was first. As soon as I saw his blue shoes with my blue eyes, I quickly pressed the enter button several time with my heavy paw on the computer pad, clearing the computer monitor screen to all white. You see...I'm allowed and it's what Mr. Talbot has told everyone that I get to have my own personal privacy on my...dog journal. My family can't take this away from me no matter what. My family has to let me use my computer whenever I want. My computer is for me and only me, not them. So they have no choice. Besides that, this is my only other form of communication that I now have...that's when Teddy isn't trying to translate for me... And I'm not talking to him anymore or any time soon because I'm still mad at him for making me go through what I went through or been given my two choices from the start. As for my doggy journal...others probably would have called it a diary. But for me, it makes sense to call it my doggy journal. Doesn't it?

"Oh there you are and I see a blank white screen now... Ok Alver I get it. You want your own personal privacy to all yourself and I want you to know that your family still loves you. Even if you have become the families pet dog and...is stuck as one for now on. We still love you no matter what you think of us." 'And Brittany...you're not helping. I mean good god Brittany you painted all of my brothers doggy nails paws hot pink while he was sleeping last night and that was before we all found out who this black dog really was this morning. Alver's not going to get any better with us if you keep doing stupid stuff like this to him. We just barely got Alvin back home...of him being missing for nearly two years. My brother was only supposed to be taken just a few hours...not be gone for nearly two years... I only wanted him out of the way...just long enough to have everything ready for his, his...surprise birthday party that we were going to throw for him.'

"..." 'Love you say, yeah right! You've always hated me and that's what you sad before... And I just know you're going to somehow blame me for you getting your ears triple pierced, having ribbons and bows in your hair and tail, getting your nails painted blue and now you're even wearing a blue and purple Easter Satin Dress with Flower Embroidery on lavender fabric. No matter what...it's always gonna be my fault.'

"I'll let Dave know that you probably want some more time alone for a while and I'll tell Dave that Brittany is now grounded along with her sister's. She knew better than to...paint your nails and added four hot pink charm bracelets that have little bells to your paws...or like how Eleanor put bows and ribbons on you just to make you look cuter when you were sleeping last night as well. And for the record Alver, we didn't know that you were a boy dog at the same time. When we looked, all we saw was...um... Everyone really thought you were a girl dog from the start last night. So we really didn't know that your man hood and marbles were hidden inside you... somewhere? Then there's Jeanette...and I'm still trying to figure out what she did to get herself grounded in the first place along with her sisters. Just so you know Alver... you somehow brought this all on yourself...I just know you did."

'AND YOUR NOT HELPING SIMON...REMEMBER...YOU FORCED ALL THIS ONTO ME AND YOU BETTER REMEMBER THAT SUNNY JIM BECAUSE I'M STILL THE OLDER BROTHER HERE!'

Simon then try to give me a hug afterwards, but I moved away from him fairly quickly to avoid him and I don't even know what's even real anymore. All I know for the past "several" months to almost two years of my life is just a big blur to me and what's worse...they even forgot my birthday today. Or I think it's my birthday...is it my birthday and when is my birthday...do I even have one? Cause I can't even remember that anymore... I guess I should just try and run away from my family, but they're still are my family no matter what. Even if I have stay eight to ten feet away from everyone for now on...I at least get to be near them in my own way...and now...they seem very alien to me when I'm near them. Almost like they're complete stranger's to me... But why?

Because of what I have been through already, Talbot has told me that I can start sleeping with him for now on if I want to and boy... That does sound nice right now. Not having to worrying about getting more extra accessories or more gear put on me when I'm sleeping. Like my painted doggy paw nails that are hot pink with cute little pink charm bracelets with bells around my big paws. Or colorful ribbons and bows that...that Eleanor somehow glued to my ears, tails and she even braid my long hair with more colorful ribbons and bows. I, I...DON'T wanna look like some girl dog OK. Because I'm not one. I'm a boy...for god sake. And...I don't know why Brittany and Eleanor did that to me...my guess is to remind me that I can't do anything about it but just stand there and take it.

"I see... I'll leave you be for now and...wait." '...'

When Simon turned around to leave me be, he then took his glasses off to clean them. (By the way, I just know he's only pretending that he needs glasses. So why does he keep on assisting to need glasses like Jeanette. They both can see just fine without them... On?) Anyways...I knew better. Simon really was wiping his tears off because I wouldn't let him be near me yet and I knew he was hurt. Really hurt then.

As he walked away, I kept watching him leave until Simon was out of my site and only then I would return to my doggy journal... I...I keep getting flash backs here and there and it's...really hard for me to remember what really happened and what is real and not real in the first place.

The programs that I was forced to watch nonstop...somehow messed with my mind so much that it's...hard...for me... And now I really almost believe that...I am a dog, I even think like a dog. But I know I never was one before...Right? Was I a dog before? Have I always been a dog in the first place and did I really came from a litter of puppies... Oh MY HEAD HURTS SOO BAD AND IT HURTS TO THINK STRAIT. So again...what is real to me, because I sure don't know that anymore.

But the one thing I do remember...is Talbot coming in and busting the steel door down with such force. In fact, it got bent into the shape of a hot dog bun. How he was able to do it, I'll never know or understand how. But I do know he quickly garbed, wrapping me up with his jacket and took off really fast. So fast that he was in and out of there less than a few minutes.

With me in Talbot's arms now, he kept on running and running very fast through the forest for a few hours before he stopped to make a phone call. My guess...it was his contact of organization that I didn't even know that he worked for in the first place. I always thought he was my principal at Clyde C. Crashcup Elementary, Middle and High school. (OK...I admit. The way I put it down for the schools, doesn't sound right.) But the truth is, Mr. Talbot is the principal for the Elementary, the principal for the Middle and the principal for the High school all at the same time. He was and still is my family's sitter when Dave is gone and now I know he works for the government. Which explains why he has to suddenly take off without any warning, or be gone from the school.

When we reach the...center...hospital...facility...whatever the place was in some state in the US. He told me that things are going to be alright for now on. In fact, I think I fall asleep from him holding me the whole time and from the long ride back the the United States. But the truth is...for some reason or another, I easily get so tired and want more sleep. I also get hungrier as well. But I am and getting much better about staying up all day long. I still need a few dog naps throughout the day though. But they are getting fewer and fewer. But at the same time, I also need more food to eat. In fact, I almost need to eat something every few hours because I'm just so hungry.

Anyways...Talbot then took me to see some doctor that he knows...and well, it didn't go so well at first. I totally freaked out and started to get away as best as I could from him a man wearing a white suit with some rich looking expensive watch on his left arm. Then all the sudden I felt a bee sting, stinging my rump before I passed out. When I woke up again and not knowing just how much time had passed by then. I found myself in some cage with it locked shut and the doctor saying something then like.

"Oh that poor little soul. I'd be that scared too, to see me after what that poor kid went through like he did. He must have been so scared out of his mind after seeing me in a white suit with my new gold Rolex watch. So...no wonder he totally freaked out like he..."

The doctor must have heard me making some noise by now because he had stopped talking and turned his attention to me. What he did next really confused me even more so. He took my cage and set it on the floor and then opened the door wide open. As if I was free to run away and well...given the opportunity to run, I did. I ran and ran on all four paws until I ran into someone that I haven't seen in a long time who wears chipmunk tags along with her chipmunk collar. When I saw her then, I stopped dead in my tracks after seeing my mommy again and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Mom was standing right there in front of me then.

So what was mom doing here in the first place, because I have no idea. But however mom has told us that she has been working for the government in taking care of the grass, trees, making sure everything got watered every day at some...center...hospital...facility...whatever the place is. Mom was happy working for them there and we all were happy that mom was happy. We were also happy to know that Mom didn't have live alone in the forest any more. So It was a win, win for everyone. (And yes, mom does make GOOD money working for them) But mom still insists on living in a tree and I guess you can take the chipmunk out of the forests, but you can't take the forests out of the chipmunk. And so...the government made mom happy. I just don't know how?

After seeing her again like I did, my blue eyes started to fill with tears and they even change in color like they always have in the past. I wanted more than anything to say mommy, but I couldn't and it was hard. All I could do was bark, whimper and and cry while she held me in her arms and she too cried with me because of what had been done to me... I know for fact that she was/is my mommy because mom sang me a lullaby that I remember from being almost a baby then.

She sang:

Hush a bye, little ones.
Close your sweet eyes, little ones.
Close your eyes, little ones.
Dream time is near, you needn't fear.

And when you wake up, I will be here.
Rest your head, little ones.
Dream sweet dreams, little ones
The stars say "Good night", I say "Sleep tight"
And when you wake up, I will be here

By now and after mom sang her lullaby to me, I felt two arms that I instantly recognize when he pick me up again. But Mr. Talbot also picked up my mom as well and he took both of us back to see the doctor again. After being placed on a table with my mom next to me. Or rather I was hiding behind my mom and trying my best to hide behind her as best as I could. The doctor walked over to be nearby, then took a chair and sat down on it before speaking to me.

He talked and talked and talked for quite some time before I fell asleep with mom rubbings my head. When I woke back up again, I half expected to be in some cage again like before. But I wasn't. I was placed on a bed with a blanket over me and my mom was sitting there and waiting for me to wake back up again. I still was scared out of my mind from the doctor and only because of what was done to me. But with some courage coming from my mom and Talbot, they both told me I could trust him for now on and they trust him with their lives. So if mom and Talbot can trust him, then so could I and that was good enough for me.

So with that, I then allowed the doctor to finally pick me up and the first thing he did, he cut my embarrassing name tags off that said Alviena Rosie Miller on them and he even cut off my septum nose piercing that was on my nose. And boy...it felt great not having those things on me. He did try cutting my tags and earrings off of me, but found out he couldn't at the time. Told me he would have to surgically remove them latter...once I truly trusted him and after I was ready to go under for more surgery. At the moment...I Really don't want any more surgery because I've had enough to last me a lifetime. I do know I don't want them there...but I know I'm not ready yet to get more surgery and I think mom knew that as well.

Anyways...the doctor then told me that I needed a better name and better name tags that would suit me way better. And well...he was right. So with that, he started calling me Alver and at the time, I did mind, but I didn't mind it at the same time. The more he called me Alver, the more the name grew on me. In fact, mom showed me her pet name tags and they said Vinver on then. So if mom can do it...or put up with her pet name tags and being call by her pet name, then so could I.

I still didn't know why she's even wearing them in the first place. But then again, mom doesn't carry any keys to the place. From what I have noted, all the doors...just seem to open up for her on their own. Either just high enough for her to walk in or open up for her. Hummm. Could her tags be like some sort of a pass or like keys that somehow or another make all the doors open up? Humm...that must be the case then. Mom's tags are like pass keys. Kinda like my tags for my computer at the same time.

Well...the first thing I noticed right away when the doctor picked me up, he was very gentle with me and he even shared part of his lunch. He shared some of his peanut butter jelly sandwiches with me. What the doctor did, he held the sandwich in his hand for me to eat. So that way, I could eat it slowly. He even pored milk in my mouth slowly as well and he never stopped talking the whole time. My guess was he was trying to win me over...and boy!, it sure was working. With him giving me real food to eat and him talking to me, had definitely won me over to me.

While he kept examining me the whole time, he always told me what he was going to do first before he did it and he never...not once at all ever treated me like I was a some dog to him. Instead, he treated me like I was chipmunk with special needs , or a kid with special needs...and...I do have special needs and will always have special needs for the rest of my life...and that's something that I'm starting to get used now.

Well after what seem like forever, with the doctor taking all sorts of notes, talking with me and I answered him as best as I could. (that's bark once for no, twice for yes and three times for I don't know) I then learned the horrible truth. I was going to be stuck like this for the rest of my life. What's was done to me was permanent. I would have to live the life as a dog and keep living as a dog for now on. Because there was no way to change me back at all. At the time, I wanted to run and hid and I did for a while until mom found me again. We talked some...well actually she talked to me for a while and I just listen to mommy. She knew I was upset and helped as best as she could, or knew how at the time. So after a while, mom got me to come back with her to see the doctor again.

The doctor then told me that only he would be my new doctor for now on and he had some engineer make me specially made dog tags with new names, a specially made computer pad and a computer monitor screen for me to use. (Which is what I'm using now right.) In fact, he had several made for me and I would latter found out why. Well...the time had pass by fairly quickly at the center...hospital... facility...whatever the place was and I still don't know. Hummm... Maybe its for the best if I didn't know for the moment. And well...it mental help me bunches when I was I still was very upset with my family and I hadn't come to terms with them for doing what THEY DID or why they really wanted to do this in the first place. But the one thing that bothered me and still does to this very day...I never saw Dave at the sciences research university center. So why didn't Dave ever show up at all?

So when I was at the...center...hospital...facility...I think?... I had a personal assistant that went ever where I went. But at the time, I thought I was being escorted by the person until I met the person in charge of the place. It was Oscar Goldman and he told me then that I had the full run of the whole place and my personal assistant really was there to open up any door I wanted open. It didn't even matter if the door said off limits to all...I still could go in. But I was explained why it was off limits and then I understood why it was.

All I had to do was just paw at the door and my personal assistant would ask me if I want in to have a look. He even picked me up and carried place to place to so I wouldn't get so tired from walking . When he carried me in his arms, I used my right front paw and I pointed the way I wanted to go. And latter, I got to ride in a little wagon the whole time of going place to place. So after a while of me being there...I had memorized the whole place and knew where everything was at. I even explored all the air ducking, vents and yes, even the sewers and the storm drains.

But unfortunately, my personal assistant didn't like me going in the sewers or the storm drains. That's because he always had to give me a bath latter and...I know for fact he probably really did cursed at me under his breath when he gave me a dog bath each time when I got sooooo dirty from the sewers and such. But truthfully I didn't not mind getting a bath from my personal assistant because he made it fun for me to have.

As what my personal assistant looked like... He stood at six-eleven, weighed in at three-seventy-five. Kinda wide broad shoulders and narrow at the hips. Big muscular arms, legs and chest. In fact, he even had eight pack abs on his stomach. My first thought was, 'Fee-fi-fo-fum, what kind of a big fella did he come from. They got a giant of a man to be my personal assistant. Looks like he should've picked up monsoon wrestling, body building or surfing or something else do to his long hair. Plus he looks very strong for that matter...do to the size of his muscular arms.' As far as the rest of him... He was very nice and I liked him right away. Maui was fun to be around and he was like a gentle giant. Some people called him "Thor, Big Brother, The Mountain," others said, "Virginia Giant," the "Giant of the Revolution" and occasionally as "Hercules." But the truth is, I later found out that he won the world's strongest man title and held the title for four years running before retiring from it.

So after...more than just a few months of me being at the hospital center, the day had come when my new doctor wanted to have a real talk with me and to teach me how to use my new computer pad that came with a big computer monitor screen. I still was nervous of him, but mom assured me that it was going to be ok. And so with that coming from mom, the doctor began teaching me... I learn fairly quickly how to use my computer pad with all four of my paws and it was like playing a game of twister that I won each time...plus it was fun for me as well. My computer also came with games that I could play and well...that's the real reason why I learn fairly quickly and I got really good at using my computer pad.

My Doctor also gave me my new name tags which happen to look like doggy bones with the name Alver on them... (And yes my dog tags keep reminding every day that I'm a pet now and will stay as one.) But my tags are like keys that... Well they um...AUG... My name tags make my computer work OK. So without then there, my computer won't work for nothing. In short, you have to have my name tags to make my computer operate. But other that that, I still have to turn the thing on and off.

So after learning how to use my computer, I had a real conversation with my new doctor which was really wonderful to have. Because I finally could communicate with him and (with everyone else as well) and tell him of how I really feel instead of barking like a dog. My information that I knew of, I told Dr. Rudy Wells... It really helped him and it told him what he had been wanting to know this whole time. Plus my doctor told me that I should start a journal... Or rather recommended that I start one and the journal would help me process the information as I remember them... And well...I'm doing that now. I can't believe I'm going to say...or write this down for say. But Dr. Rudy Wells is right, it is helping me process of what I do remember and how I feel about my situation that I'm forced to live with for now on.

Now being back at home again...and only because mom told me I had to go back home whatever I wanted to or NOT. (Mom told me...I would have to come to terms with my...so called Family.) Mom had other reasons that she wouldn't say why yet, but would tell me when she thought I would be ready to listen. But the truth is...I'd rather not be near or next to them anymore, or live with them. I'd rather live with Talbot and just keep an eye on my family from a good safe distance. But when I see my family, I don't see my family and I still have problems being back at home with them...

I mean...I just don't trust them or believe them anymore and they keep on saying that they love... I'm just the stupid family's pet dog to them and this is what they...REALLY...wanted me to be from the beginning. According to my little brother, I'm NOT his or Simon's brother any more. I'm just a stupid dog to them and Eleanor practically said the same thing that Theodore said. Eleanor also added that...I was never really a friend to her or her sisters either. I was holding everyone back. And well...it, it, it, really hurt hearing them say such things back at that science research university center in some country...that I was being held at for months and months. They knew where I was at the whole time...and yet they say they didn't. So...what's real and what's not real. Cause I don't know anymore and I just want my world to finally make sense to me. Plus my stupid head to QUIT HURTING all the time would be a major plus for me.

And so...I knew my smart brother was very upset and really was hurt when I wouldn't let him give me a hug. So why should I let him be near me in the first place. After all...he was standing in that one room giving me his two choices. Simon told me I either become the families pet dog and live with the family as a pet dog until I die of old age, or go to military school for the next eighteen years and be away from my family. So what choice did I have and I hated him and all of them for giving me those choices. So with that being said...I chose to be the...family's pet dog and be near them. Simon even admitted that...he set to whole thing up from the beginning. Getting me munk napped, getting me taken to some sciences research center, telling me that Dave never did love me from the start, telling me that he can run the band fifty times better without me in it, it was my fault that mom had to leave us behind and more. Theodore added his two cents worth, then Brittany added hers, then Jeanette and last Eleanor. Eleanor, Brittany and Jeanette even admitted that Simon would be a way better lead singer than I could ever be in my life.

The bad part was...it really, really hurt to hear such things being said and my...so called family all had something terrible to say about me. They didn't even care that I was crying my eyes out with such hurtful things being said to me. I would have ran away from my family and stay far from them for good if they gave me that choice. But NO! They didn't even do that. Instead they gave me two choice and I hated all of them for it... I latter found out that this science research university center, really was an illegal genetic, mutation, laboratory in Russia.

But now...I'm even more confused than I ever have been in my whole life? Like how come Simon and the rest of my family, are...a few shades lighter in color. Like their hair, fur, eyes and skin... Now Theodore has green eyes at...home? But back at the laboratory, he had brown eyes... Did he always have green eyes before? NO! Theodore has brown eyes, just like Eleanor has. They both have always had Brown Eyes from the day they were born...and that's what I think I saw back at that science research university center. Even their voices sound different to me now.

What I do remember...is they never changed. I mean...their voices sounded the same, day in and day out. Simon even sounded...very cold to me when he talked then. Besides that, Simon keeps using his right hand all the time at home and he says he can't see a dame thing without his glasses... Didn't he use his right hand at the research center, or was it the left hand that he used and...Simon and Jeanette could see just fine with out there glasses back at that laboratory...So...So... Simon's lying to me again and I just know he is. He's left handed and Jeanette and Simon pretends to need glasses all the time. So again...what's real and what's not real because I don't know any more. All I know is I'm a pet to them now and I'll stay as one for now on. I hate them for this and I hate all of them for doing this to me.

So when I was brought back home with Talbot holding me in his arms, I found out that almost two years had passed by... So again...is this my real brother or the fake one and...AUG...MY HEAD...My head is hurting so bad right now. Please just STOP hurting so much...just stop pleasssss... I just wanna, I wanna remember...what's REAL! Right now...I'm gonna give it a rest and take my dog nap at Talbot's house. At least there I'll be safe from everyone and besides, my head is hurting way to much right now for me to think even more. And that...I've only been back at home for less than a day.

So this is Alver signing off on my DOGGY JOURNAL and I'll continue this tomorrow with...DEAR DOGGY JOURNAL. I'm back again...Day two...maybe with that, I think?

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So with that, I shook head to try and clear my mind some and my tags made a small jingle sound that I'm staring to like hearing. My long ears also flap when my head shakes as well. But the sound... Ok fine! I'll admit that I love hearing my tags jingle and...I kinda wish I had a few more tags put on my dog collar. I love it it when ears flap when I shake my head. But truthfully...its my tags that I like hearing the most. I then turned my computer off by using my right front paw and pushing a button on the side.

I then started climbing the stairs using all four of my paws as silently and swiftly as possible as I could. As I got closer to the door that went to the main floor of the house, the bickering got louder and louder and louder.

I kinda already knew what the bickering was going to be about and like always, it's about me and always turns out to be my fault somehow. I just know it's my fault...and probably just the more motivation for my family to hate me more and keep me as their pet dog.

I do love them and all...but I think it's better and for everyone if I just say away from them for now on. I mean...I'll be fine living with Mr. Talbot and I get to see them from a good safe distance... So that's...good enough for me to have.

So with that, I took my steps very, very slowly using my paws on the main floor of the house being very furtive like. I wanted to be as quite as possible and to avoid making any noise. I didn't want my family to know that I was trying to leave them just so I could take a nap somewhere else and it already was tough on me being at back home with them. But surprisingly when I was walking very slowly, I never made a single sound with all of my accessories or gear that were put on me.

Especially my charm bracelets with the little bells around my paws. Oh god...I wish I could chew these stupid hot pink charm bracelets off right now. But honestly...I like the charm bracelets on me and I don't like them at the same time. I just wish that they were red instead and maybe they wouldn't be so bad to have on. And it they were red...I guess I could get used to having them. The other part of why I like the charm bracelets... I guess I like the sound that they make and somehow...it make me happy hearing the jingling sound and I think it's because I can make other noise instead of barking all the time. But... if I try and chew them off right now, I'm afraid that they would get stuck in my braces or I might accidentally swallow them. And that's something I don't need to go through...especially right now or going to the vets.

Anyways...I walked over to Dave's chipmunk doggy door and slipped out the front door then. I even made sure not to make any noise when I used the chipmunk doggy door going outside. When I reached the front porch, I knew I was finally in the clear and safe to make some noise again. I still had stuff on my mind and this time I really gave myself a good shakedown just to try and clear it up. When I did, my tags, ears, body and my charm bracelets with the bells around my paws made lots of jingling noise and it felt really gooood hearing them sound and it also felt sooo good on me when I shacked my whole body like a dog.

You see... I have to accept the fact that I'm a dog now and will forever be one. I just don't like being reminded that I am a dog OK? But then again, I don't really think myself as a dog. I think myself as a chipmunk, who's trapped inside a dog's body. Like some wicked witch, or some evil wizard who put a evil permanent dog transformation spell upon me. And now...I have to live the live as a dog.

Anyways I left the house walking across the grass and, (by the way, it really does feel good on my paws to walk on wet grass.) I walked over next door to Mr. Talbots and as I got closer to Mr. Talbots home...near the front porch. I saw a little hand written note taped next to the small Doggy door that we chipmunks have always used before at Dave's and at other places all the time. So using doggy doors has never bothered me and...we chipmunks have always used them in the past.

So the note that was attached next to the door said...

'Dear Alvin. If you're reading this, I'm not at home at this moment, but I'll return shortly. So please come in and make yourself at home. If you're tired...I got a few blankets on the couch for you use. I even put milk and a few peanut butter jelly sandwiches on the floor; err-um...on a small plate for you to eat if you happen to be hungry when you wake up.

And Alvin...please forgive me if I put your milk in a bowl for you to drink out of. So...again I'm sorry if you don't like having to drink out of a bowl. Now as for the bathroom part...just find a bush in my backyard and hide behind it and do your thing...in fact, just pretend that you are going camping in the woods and you found a nice bush or a nice tree to, to help grow with nice nutrients that came from you. LOL you know... Yours truly ~ your friend and Saviour ~ Mr. Talbot.'

OK I'll admit it.

I don't like having to drink out of some bowl for water or any other drink that I may want for now on. But what choice do I really have...well I DON'T have one. After all, I have needs. If I get thirsty, I have to get my drink out of my dogs bowl. The same goes for my food and it sucks having to always eat or drink something out dog bowls... At least Mr. Talbot tries his best to make me feel better about my situation that I have to live with for now on. He even puts all of my food on a plat and cuts them up in to small pieces for me to eat. Which is very helpful and I like it that way.

Anyways I entered his house and I was going to take a nap first. But food did sound good to eat and I guess I was hungry at the same time. So with that, I went into the kitchen to where the food was at. But when I got there, I saw was something really nice to see and it made me feel really good about my situation. My milk still was in a bowl of course and my food was on a plate. But they were placed on a small wood table and I even had a small cushion to sit on.

The small table was made for my height when I'm sitting down to eat and you know what? It really made me real feel good to sit down to eat.

In fact, the table even had real silverware that Talbot had place on the small table next to the plate. In short, you saw a full table setting with the dinner plate in the middle of a placemat. The napkin was on the left of the plate. The fork was on the napkin. The knife was place on the right side closest to the plate with the blade pointing in and the spoon was next to the knife.

It was great to eat like that and even though I could never use the silverware, it still was nice to see them there. And for a moment I didn't even feel like I was a dog living in a dog's world. After eating, I started to get very sleepy and I went to the couch.

There I saw a few pillows at one end with the some blankets. So with that, I leapt using my legs and paws right on to the couch. I used my paws to move the blankets around like how I wanted to get them. Or rather the best as I could get using my dog paws. Hands would have been much better to use of course and oh God...do I ever miss having hands and using them every day. I then snuggled myself in to the right place as best as I could get to take my nap.

And well...I got really sleepy around 10:13am before I passed out. When I woke back up again, my head still was hurting and I still was very tired from yesterday, but not as much. The time on Talbot's grandfather clock said around 3:15pm. But however when waking up, I found another body next to me that was in his birthday suit wearing the same dog collar and tags as me. I also saw his white birthmark on his...right rump...just like...Simon...has always had...before? He's...always had one, right?

And, and...I, I...think I...had one...once before too...right? ...***OH MY HEAD AGAIN***...(long site pause)... And yes, Teddy even had green charm bracelets on his wrist and ankles. Green ribbons and bows in his long braided hair and tail. Even his fingernails and toenails were painted green. My guess Is...Eleanor...must of used her...green...sad... kryptoniting...boohoo...eyes on...Theodore again...and...her...eyes...are...like...mine! Cause they...have...always...changed...color. Then...does...Eleanor...really have...green...eyes like...before...right? But, but, but, but...they were...brown...like before and... I, I know what I saw...before. I...(long site pause)... think she always has had...gre...

AUG!****MY HEAD AGAIN***** Will my stupid head just quit hurting already and let me be in peace. Plus...to make matters worse it's getting worse and worse now...and harder to...remember. So what else was done to me when I was out from getting all that surgery? What else did my family do to me when I was sleeping in that, or in some...Biotechnology Science Surgery Chamber thingy... So what else did they do to my head?

But then again...why was my...and I don't understand... Why did my little butterball go and went through all the trouble to be in his birthday suit...just to be...next to me... So why? I know he hated and always has hated me. Theodore also wanted me to become the family's pet dog as well. Because I heard him say it to me back at that laboratory.

That it be much better for everyone if I was a dog instead. But the bad part of it was...I couldn't even leave him even if I tried to leave. Because there was a very, very short small leash that was locked to my dog collar and to his chipmunk collar at the same time. So now, I'm being forced to be next to him. Be close as possible as Teddy can get. With him being next to me without him being a part of me somehow.

And...the little guy was...really snuggled very close to me with his teddy bear sleeping and keeping me very warm at the same time. Even his fur was rubbing against my fur because of how close he was to me... And I actually forgot that he's like a hot water bottle when he sleeps. So...so...so...he hates me and always has hated me right?

Does...Theo hate me that bad to make me the family's pet DOG? Then why did he...go through all the trouble to be this close to me and why is he...here this close to me?

I need...I need some answers answered and I might as well go back to sleep because my head hurts more than ever and worse before. And now...I just wanna make some sense of what's going on...with my live.

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Humm. What's going on with Alvin and why does he keep getting headaches when he try's to remember.

-I have to give thanks to:

Dgreatsparky for being a beta and part time co-writer to this story.

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