Kukla loves to sneak in and have a nap on her favorite dining room chair–especailly when the center runner is pulled down to cushion her matress.
What looks like an opossum running along on two feet is actually the sole remains of a squirrel that the cats left in this exact position on my doormat in front of the kitchen door! I hope no one is offended by their artistry. I did not move any of the pieces. This is exactly how I found it.
Image by Vitaly Taranov on Unsplash
Final Payment
Bees hum and die in brambles, hidden from our sight,
and scrawled across the sky, untethered in their flight,
are birds swept by a tempest, urged on by its blast,
as down below, the earth cracks, and our future’s cast
in hurricanes and fires and climate change so vast
that mankind’s ancient rituals no longer work their magic.
Our cut-down trampled forestlands foretell a future tragic.
We leap ahead to our own end, speed it on its way,
waiting for that reckoning for which we’ll have to pay.
For The Sunday Whirl the prompt words are: trample crack swept untethered hum urge scrawled bees sky ritual leap brambles
I hope you are soon well and pecking happily at the keys with that left hand, Cee!
And Chris, you did it just right! Thanks for keeping us informed.
For Cee’s FOTD.
I mentioned in an earlier post that we are supposed to have another month of temps getting up to 115 degrees Fahrenheit (46 Celsius) here in Mexico. We all want it to cool off, but this is a bit too much of a solution.
Click on photos to enlarge and read captions…Annie’s side of the story!
And now, my side of the story!!
I just looked for Annie for over 1/2 hour. She was miffed when I set her down to go let the plumbers in. They are here to fix an outside leaking broken pipe junction that is killing the plants it sprays with hot water when water is running. Cats inside, dogs locked in the doggie domain where they won’t bother the plumbers, Annie , however, is nowhere to be found. I worry that somehow she slipped out. Did she slip into the front yard and did the plumbers go out to get equipment and let her out into the street? No, I was sure she was securely inside when they came. Finally I let the other dogs in and Morrie found her under the bed in my room. Always a new thrill.
Now I am trying to polish my nails–something I started attempting to do over an hour ago– and Annie insists on being held. When I opened the door to search for Annie, Ollie slipped into the spare room where cats are not allowed because I am keeping it hypoallergenic for friends allergic to cats.. Plumbers just replaced a broken pipe join.This hot water can be a curse at junctions. Luis says he’s figured out one that will expand with hot water and not spring a leak. Crossed fingers. Annie has been begging to be picked up since she was located under bed, but wiggly puppies and nail polish just don’t mix. I wonder if she’ll ever understand that. She seems to be sulking how, her head buried under my desk skirt. She won’t even play with my favorite little toy made by the ladies of Operation Feed that I decided might distract her from less appropriate playthings.. She just must not be in a playful mood.
Click on Photos to Enlarge
It is very difficult trying to manage three different groups of animals: Coco and Morrie and Zoe, the cats and Annie. I let Annie sleep with me because she cries if I am not within reach, then this morning let other dogs in to my bedroom and they jumped up on bed with us and were too frisky because they were hungry and wanted to be fed and she got scared so I had to put Coco and Zoe and Morrie out to feed them, then took Annie out front hoping she would pee but cats came in so I put cat food out and picked her up so she wouldn’t eat it, brought her in to the kitchen to feed her and afterwards took her for a walk which was a real adventure.
When we came in, I came into the bedroom to get my computer and the other doggies were at the south screen door to my room. Annie ran over to touch noses so I cracked the screen a bit to let her out . The others were gentler so she ran away to play with them, but five or ten minutes later she was crying at the screen and they were jumping about her. I let her in and noticed wet footprints on the terrace and her legs and feet were sopping . Evidently she either stepped on the hot tub cover and then withdrew before sinking all the way in or stepped down one step into the pool, but if so more of her would be wet. At any rate, she is now sleeping by my side. It is tricky getting her acquainted with her new complicated environment. While I had her out front, Coco was up on roof over the front door watching .Yolanda had left the outside gate to the upstairs open and the dogs can run up the stairs, jump up on the low wall and run over the top of the doggie domain (room I built on just for the dogs) and get onto the dome and run all the way around the roof of the house. Only Coco does this at present, but the others can get up on the dome over my bedroom. See photo above as proof. I always keep the gate to the stairs closed for this reason.
No, I won’t Annie out on the back terrace around the pool unless I am near, but she has to learn about the pool. Yesterday the other dogs kept getting between her and water when she was near the pool. Diego and Morrie did this with Zoe, too. Slowly, she will learn not to enter into the pool and they will get used to each other. They are all very curious and not violent. Yesterday when I was in the hammock, Annie kept checking up on me, then would run away to play with them. It made me so happy, She has a babysitter this afternoon as I’m going to lunch at my friend Brad’s house and then out to an art show of my friend Isidro. Moms need to have some social life away from the kids! Really does feel a bit like dealing with a newborn. This was not as much of a problem with any of the other puppies, but none seemed as damaged as Annie does. I think she is doing pretty well for as terrorized as she was just two days ago!
Note: that big dog on the roof is actually a statue of Frida. Her ashes are inside of it. Just had to put her up there in her favorite place where she spent most of every day surveying the neighborhood. This was pre-gate when she had full access.
Heeeeeere’s Annie! Garbed in her new collar and i.d. tag. Today she learned not to be scared in a room with 5 people in it, learned how to play with her sisters and brother, discovered she preferred cat food to the very expensive puppy food my vet sold me, discovered she liked chewing on the corners of rugs, and decided she is only secure when her new mom is in the room or in the yard with her. May create problems. Tomorrow I’ve hired her a babysitter. She’ll go stay with Yoli, Yolanda’s daughter, while I go to Brad’s for lunch and then to an art show at the new Riberas Art Center.
P.S. She looks big here, but she is really tiny. Less than 2 kilos. Here is a photo of her next to a 12 inch ruler. She prefers sleeping on the floor to sleeping in her cushy bed. Perhaps she smells Zoe on the cushion and wants her own?
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 