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Morrie’s New Adventure–Epilogue, Continued.

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Morrie’s New Adventure–Epilogue, Continued.

(To see earlier episodes of the adventures of Morrie, go HERE and HERE.) When last we saw our furry fiend, uh, friend, there were three mysteries left unresolved:  why were the curtains tied up in a knot, why was the sewing machine now out in the hall, and what was in his mouth?  I just need to add three more elements to the mystery. IMG_1730

Why are the handmade dolls formerly hanging from the curtain rod now lying in a heap on an upper shelf?

IMG_1732Why is the CD player/radio Yolanda listens to while ironing
in the (former) guest bedroom now in the bathroom?

IMG_1725 and just what is this in the waste paper basket?

IMG_1726 My old style phone that I use when the electricity goes out?  What is it doing there? All of these mysteries will be solved as you get a look at the scene that faced me when I opened Morrie’s door last night. (For those of you who haven’t seen earlier episodes, Morrie needed to be put in seclusion following surgery of a delicate nature that we won’t go into here.  Suffice it to say that the doctor suggested I keep him quiet and away from the other dogs, so I cleared out the guest room [more or less] and had an extra gate put up on the side of this room to afford him a small exercise area and  since he easily fits through the security bars, I left the door and screen cracked to let him in and out.)

Okay, back to our story. The time is early yesterday evening and yes, I was  blogging.  I heard a very loud BANG and surprise! It was coming from the direction of Morrie’s room.

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This is the scene that greeted me when I opened the door.

IMG_1708 The curtains were down.

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As was the very heavy copper rod that held them up.

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The dolls formerly hanging from the rod were in a  heap on the floor

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Which, thanks to Morrie, I have now retired.
(You’ve already seen the final resting place for the phone.)

Eyeing the cord to the sewing machine and Yolanda’s radio/CD player, I knew they could only be next, so the boom box was relegated to the bathroom and as you know, the sewing machine was relegated to the hall.  And this is how the room’s contents shrunk by yet another third. IMG_1605

Are you sorry for this, Morrie?  Morrie?

Morrie seems to be heading for something, but I’m not sure what. Okay, Morrie, time out.  Want to come to bed with your mom for awhile and KEEP OUT OF TROUBLE?

IMG_1628 Okay, I know you didn’t mean to do it, so let’s have a little loving and then Mom needs to get back to work on her blog, okay? IMG_1619 You just stay down there and no more licking, okay?  You already licked all the lotion off my face and neck and hands..but I’m kind of squeamish, so no more licking?  okay?  We’ll play again after I get the blog posted! IMG_1627Uh, Morrie? I can’t see the computer with your head there, okay? Can you watch me from just a little further away?  Okay, just one more rub and then . . . IMG_1688Go lie a little further away, okay?  And stay there okay?  Are you okay with that, Morrie?  Feeling happy to be in bed with Mom?  Isn’t that enough, Morrie? IMG_1626Okay, boy, you’re getting a little too close for comfort again, and ooops!  There goes my computer, let me just grab it here, and. . .

IMG_1616Okay, fine.  Lick my feet for awhile. Just don’t come up here
and drool on my computer again, okay?

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And–here he is again!  Do you have any hint about why it is taking me two days to post this post?

Okay, Morrie, let’s go find you a toy! How about my rubber duck with a cowboy hat, Morrie?  What do you think about him?  Your toys all seem to be gone!

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Ah, you like him, huh, Morrie? That’s right.  Lick the duck!!!!

IMG_1690But, don’t eat him, okay, Morrie?

IMG_1685Did you hear what I said, Morrie? Do what my mother used to tell us to do with gum, and just hold him in your mouth!!

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Morrie!  Look what you’ve done!

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You’ve not only bitten off cowboy duck’s cowboy hat, you’ve chewed off his whole head! Where is it, Morrie? Oh my God!  Did you eat it?

IMG_1692Okay, Morrie, you’re looking kind of crazy, now. Calm down and give it here! Morrie! IMG_1693Morrie!  Don’t snap at your mother!!!  Give it here!!!

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Oh, poor rubber duckie.  Nothing left but his kerchief and vest!

IMG_1689So you feed bad about what, Morrie?  Because you killed the rubber duck
or because you didn’t get to finish him off?

Definitely, not innocent!!!

THE END????

I’m hoping these pictures are odd enough to qualify for Cee’s oddball challenge this week.  See her own and other oddballs HERE.

Epilogue: What Did You Do, Morrie???

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IMG_1542 Needed:  Innovative recycling ideas for 30 rolls of chewed up TP.  Extra points for artistic uses. (If you are new to this story, better have a look HERE first.)

IMG_1631 (1)Morrie, want to tell the folks what you did tonight?  Morrie?  Do you? IMG_1700Want to tell them why the sewing machine is out in the hall? IMG_1603Want to tell them why the drapes are tied up in a ball? IMG_1672Want to tell them what that is in your mouth,Morrie??? IMG_1696(Morrie looks a bit stunned at the prospect, or perhaps this is a look of uncomprehending innocence?  Tune in later for the rest of the story.)

What Did You Do, Morrie???

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What Did You Do, Morrie?

When Morrie got into his cage the minute I came into the room, I suspected something was wrong.

IMG_1562Is something wrong, Morrie?

IMG_1563Did you do something naughty?

IMG_1564Have you been a bad boy?

IMG_1566Oh, oh, oh.  What did you do, Morrie?

IMG_1565Did you make a mess?

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Did you chew up a roll of toilet paper?

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Did you open up the closet door and chew up thirty rolls of toilet paper?

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Bye, Morrie!

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Before he decided to leave the room for awhile, Morrie taught me some lessons. This is what I learned:

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Always secure the closet doors before you leave the room.

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Put everything up high!

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Especially toilet paper!

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And be sure to put your shoes away.  This is my favorite pair.
I wonder where the other one is?  Oh, that’s right.  Morrie ate it!

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Morrie?  Going out again?

Innocent Until Proven Guilty

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Guilty or Not Guilty?

Birthday Pyrotechnics–Cee’s Oddball Challenge, Week 27

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This is Cricket, my friend Audrey’s dog.  What is she so mesmerized by?

IMG_1375Yes, it might be my carrot cake birthday cake–

Version 2 but, I think it was probably the candle !!!!

This candle was furnished by the bakery that made the cake.  My friend who brought it to me said it came with a warning not to lean over the cake while she lit it!  (This is what happens when you celebrate your birthday on the Fourth of July!!)  Thanks, Audrey.  It was the only fireworks i saw this Independence Day.  In Mexico, where fireworks are set off every day of the year for one purpose or another: fiestas, weddings, birthdays, anniversaries, national holidays, Saints Days, elections, christenings, first communions, confirmations, church holidays, Day of the Dead–not one was set off for the Fourth of July!!!  (Well, except in my dining room.)

For more oddball images, go HERE.

Biographical Mixed Tape Play List, Now with Links!!!

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A Testimonial from Morrie (Pictured) the newest in the pack around here:  “Wouldn’t you believe a face like this? I have this to say about Judy’s music mix.  There’s not a dog in the bunch! Go ahead–give them a listen!!! Her taste in music is as good as her taste in dogs. “

First of all, I want to thank Morrie for his endorsement of my musical taste.  When he first came to live here, just a few short weeks ago, his musical taste was no more refined than a fondness for”How Much is That Doggie in the Window” and an ability to sing along on the chorus with “The Singing Dogs.” But he seems to be a clever little dog.  He learned to sit and stay very quickly.  Also how to break into my bedroom through the bars on the grill work at the door.  But it never occurred to me that he was absorbing the culture of the house as well.  So thanks, Morrie, for your vote of confidence.

Now, on to the matter at hand. When I published my list of songs for my mixed tape yesterday, I didn’t have the links attached.  I now have links for all but one, so if you’d like an easy way to listen to a lot of good music, please go back to yesterday’s post  HERE.

While you are waiting, or if you aren’t interested in backtracking EVEN FOR THE REWARD OF SOME REALLY GOOD MUSIC, here’s a song I love (with link)  that didn’t exactly suit my biography. The dog mentioned at the beginning is Morrie, though!!!

Silent All These Years Tori Amos

 

 

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Baby Bird Saga IV

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Well, a few updates.  When my friend went down to check on Lenny, he had flown the nest!  It was almost impossible to find him as he was in a fenced-in area full of plants and vines and there was no room to enter–just to try to look.  We couldn’t even reach past the chicken wire that held up the vines that obscured the heating unit.  Nonetheless, we both looked for what added up to an hour, I would imagine.  Finally, we just had to give up, but I stayed down in the hammock, hoping the parents would fly over and Lenny would somehow extricate himself.

When my friend came home, she took my place in the hammock and a half hour or so later I heard her call out that she needed help.  She had spied Lenny and was able to reach in and extract him from his jungle prison.  Back to the big rock, where lo and behold, his parents spotted him and his mother came and fed him one more time.  Then it was into his cage and into the house before a COLOSSAL rainstorm hit.  Buckets of water, crashing lightning and thunder that sounded like it was cracking the world open.  So glad our baby bird was not out in that!

Later I discovered two interesting facts on the internet.  #1. that just because we share a common last name, Lenny Dykstra does not serve as a good role model to name anyone after, even a bird.  So, I’m up for suggestions about what to rename him.  #2. that baby bird is most probably not a vermillion flycatcher but rather a house finch.  He looks exactly like the image online and male house finches do get rosy coloring around the head and chest, which accounts for the rosier birds we’ve seen accompanying the dull females.

So, very early Monday morning, my house guest departs leaving my family two creatures larger.  Hopefully the parent finches will continue to feed their baby and I’ll take over at night.  I’ve done some reading about the diet of finches and will provide sunflower and thistle seeds to attract the parents and give them a close by place to feed so hopefully they’ll continue to feed him. Looks like I’ll be spending a lot of time in my hammock in the lower garden, since the rock is a familiar feeding spot for both baby and birth parents.

Morrie, in the meantime, is leaving  a pathway of chaos in the front garden: pots tipped over, plants ripped out by the roots, little round stones from a mocajete spread over the terrace.  Diego is complicit in the chasing games that created some of this disorder, but with the baby bird feeding in back, I dare not put the dogs there.  I fear they don’t understand about inter-species family fealty.

Now it is 11:22 PM.  Morrie is curled up beside me in bed, I can hear strains of banda music from the town down below.  It is the festival for the town’s namesake, St. John the Baptist, who has done a good job of baptizing us all this day and for the week preceding it.  The bird formerly known as Lenny is literally asleep with his head tucked under his wing and I am about to do the same.  Your mission, if you should choose to accept it, is to help me think up a new name for baby bird.  Sweet dreams to all, or, more likely, good morning.

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Number One !!!! (Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge

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Frida is queen of the castle. High up on the dome, she is the “One.” But what could she be looking at?

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This is definitely a possibility, but no, I snapped this picture in the U.S., of a dove perching solo on the neighbor’s chimney.

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Who is Frida surveying from her “oneness” atop the dome? It’s Morrie, the interloper, who has learned to climb the stairs but not how to negotiate the slippery incline to the dome’s top.

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So he had to make do with negotiating the flat border around the dome, where he contemplated jumping down to the teja awning over my bedroom door before I finally saw him and urged him over to the other side, where the stairs down to mother earth were. So Frida remains solo in her domain, as she has always liked it to be.

Other “Ones”

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What chance has any dog of finding this fire hydrant in the tall grass of such an isolated spot?

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“But I just had one beer, officer!”


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Post Script re/ Morrie

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If you have read THIS blog, you might be interested to know that while Stephanie dashed into a local market to get me one item, Morrie jumped over two seats in the car and relieved us of the responsibility of cooking and eating two chicken breasts that were nestled well down into the grocery sack.  S. was not happy, but Morrie was.

When he got home, he ate a bird, or at least the remains of one as its foot was sticking out of his mouth unattached to anything else when he came to visit S. poolside.  Ah the realities of puppydom.  I think my two are giving him naughty lessons.  Remember that mere months ago, Diego ate 6 raw porkchops from the skillet atop my stove and two days later made off with an entire cooked chicken.

Since my other two canines are named Frida and Diego, we were thinking we should rename Morrie Trotsky–If you don’t know why, this was a well-known love triangle in Mexico.  And, he is a little trotter.

Fernando is a Genius!!!

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After an hour long wait on the TELMEX line, I finally got an English-speaking techie, Fernando, who took me through a number of procedures that scored a success!!!  I’m now online with my Mac again.  Such a relief.  I am going to have to acknowledge that I am obsessed with blogging.  I don’t know if there is a recovery program for this or not, but it is really a pretty harmless vice that hurts no one but myself.

To celebrate, I’m posting pictures of the newest (temporary?) addition to my household.  I believe he’s just visiting, but my house sitter Stephanie, who couldn’t resist bringing him home from a local shelter a few weeks ago when I was still gone, adopted him for herself; but since she is a traveling lady who just disposed of all her worldly goods to travel unfettered, she is questioning the sanity of adopting a puppy and assures me that he is available if anyone wants to adopt him.  Can I resist?  What do you think?

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I put the picture of Morrie and Diego in so you could have an approximation of his size.  I put the picture of Frida observing from my dome so you can see how relieved she is that Diego has an energetic puppy/dog to play with so he now leaves the old girl alone.  The puppy (the vet thinks he’s about 11 months old) actually wears Diego out like Diego once exhausted Frida, but both of them love their chasing games, running figure eights around all of my plant islands on the lawn below the house.

Just when I was trying to simplify, should I adopt a third dog? Perhaps if Diego had a companion I could take Frida with me to the beach.  Don’t know.  Stephanie, you opened a can of worms!  But oh, is he ever adorable and well-behaved, at least until my two teach him bad manners.  How cute it was to have three eager kids waiting at the gate to my garage when we got home from the airport. Am I turning into a dog lady? Am I turning into one of these social media people who tell you every detail of their lives?