Yellow page. Talking to Kelvin, or was it Calvin - about the enormous car repairs my car, Puffy, needed. Eh Eh Eh. Choke.
Calms Forte. I haven’t tried it yet, but I’m thinking about it. Elusive sleep.
Horses horses, I love horses. I want to do a book about a horse. An underwater book. The adventures of Aqua boy Andy and his Appaloosa, Sandy. Or, Winny and Whinney Wide the Wugged Wange.
Finished, A Cat Like That – until I hear otherwise, so back to working on the endless Snowboy. Endless because it began well before A Cat Like That. It’s been booted around a bit and I keep putting it aside to do other things. But now focused. Must do before the sun blazes too bright and all the icicles melt from my stick arms, warming with spring buds.
Here’s the Fox, eyeing a potential rabbit munch, er, lunch…
I drift to the what ifs,
and sink.
I thank my haves
and float.
There’s mud in the hole,
and gold in the sky.
Look up!
No go-go boots for GoGo. She wears socks to bed sometimes. She has cracked old paws that I heavily coat with Lanolin or Bag Balm. Then slip on her festive little socks. By morning it’s an easter egg hunt to find them. Strewn here and there, inside and out, each discovery makes me smile.
Does this look like a torture chamber to you? I hope not. But when I look at the pictures, it seems so bleak. Actually, there are windows in that room, and the dogs get to lie down on the padded yoga mat mostly, a pillow under their heads. It is hard being a poodle. No matter what, eventually you have to get shaved and scissored. Maybe even get your ears plucked. Ouch. Even your little poopy and peepy shaved. The indignity.
This is hair from Andy and LaRoo. GoGo I did the day before and didn’t think to photograph. There was something cloud like in the white hair that made me take a picture. The bag full of hair is very puffy. You can sink your hand into it or push it down and it poofs back up.
LaRoo and Andy have really ‘good’ hair. For poodles that means tight and thick. And hard to comb out. I prefer GoGo’s bad hair for upkeep. You can brush it out easily. It is soft as a bunny. The Good Hair holds its shape though. There they are, lined up in their new outfits, Andy, LaRoo and GoGo waiting for din-din.
Funny how so many ‘faults’ are what we find endearing. GoGo’s ears, for instance are light and paper thin. They float in the breeze. Joe and I smile whenever we think of that. LaRoo’s heart shaped pinkish nose.
This post has been edited to remove a close up of Laroo’s tush. Some readers found it offensive. If you want to see it, let me know. I thought it was funny – specially how Joe had her face perfectly framed for a portrait and she whirled around and gave him the one-eyed, “Oh!” I guess you hadda’ been there.
Not really. I have no idea what number this is. More like a trillion billion. But I don’t know how to write that in numerals.
Talking with my friend, artist Cathy Fields. I could hear her clink clink her paintbrush in her water cup while we talked.
I'd buy these shoes
DUCK! LaRoo slithers under the fence, leaps the black inky squishy slough and is off like a rocket through the blueberry farm. The ducks take wing, LaRoo, still in white, trots back to us, smiling, shaking off her defeat. Now spent, she hasn’t the verve to hurdle the slough, so we watch, (no, no!) as she carefully slithers into the deep tarry ravine. I stand open mouthed, my OCD boiling like bile to my brain as dear calm Joe climbs the 5 foot fence to pull her out. Here she is, looking like a black & white cookie.
Mali, West Africa http://youtu.be/Hif7aXq3e-E
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