Day 50 HUMMINGBIRDS and lifesavers Sat Aug 31 ZOE's Blog

HUMMINGBIRDS AND LIFESAVERS

Day 50 Sat Aug 31 Zoe’s Morning Pages

Zoe Zoe where’s Zoe. Everybody’s all chasin me around the past few days tryin to either get me in or get me outta that car. You know what? I am kinda over that car.

A 900 mile car trip is not my idea of a good time. I mean if we was doin serious sight seein that’d be one thing. But we were zoomin down the interstate for two days and now we’re zoomin up and down this narrow little strip of a road carryin  heavy sacks of god knows what. My moms is startin to look like they just spent a month in a coal mine or somethin. And everybody’s makin like these low groanin sounds whenever they bend down to pet me.

Hey is it an effort to show your pup a little affection?

Well...on second thought, maybe it aint all about me...

On a lighter note, somethin good was waftin through the airwaves today, cause the moms was laughin and people was comin up to them laughin and handin over piles of paper and little metal discs all day. Then they was walkin away smilin and chattin up their friends and pointin back at us.

Me now, I was not laughin all day. I took a very very long, moderately uncomfortable nap underneath a table on a shelf. Yeah I sleep on a shelf when they’s workin. They think it’s cute. I think it’s dog abuse myself. There aint no mattress, no flat screen tv, no room service, no chocolates on my pillow...hey there aint no pillow!

But anyways, when we finally got back to the place where we are stayin.

Yes that would be the place at the bottom of a ridiculously steep cliff, and perched in the middle of them 80 foot tall redwoods! We blessed ourselves enough times to ensure a safe landing in the driveway. Then we headed straight for the kitchen. And I got lucky in the kitchen tonight as they obliged me with, yes, another hamburger! They musta brought down a cow or somethin. Hamburgers two days in a row, that’s big progress for  vegans.

So we sat outside on this deck which is hanging out  in the mid air, suspended above this..you-can’t-see-the-bottom-of-it, ravine. They thought they was in heaven. It reminded Mischa of  being on the big orange bridge.  Moi, I took a decidedly dimmer view of the situation. Danglin ain’t exactly my cup o tea, as a matter of fact I hate tea...

But we were all together and Mischa read me a new email from my cousin Pink. Apparently Pink startled a rabbit and a coupla turkeys yesterday. She thinks maybe she needs a dog shrink on accounta not havein any deep dark desire to kill nothin. Personally I think Pinky might be Mother Theresa reincarnate!

Mischa was takin movin pictures of the hummin birds and nuthatches, the big woodpeckers and the morning doves (which by the way, shoulda been sleepin since it was close to nighttime). Them hummin birds was gettin on my last nerve, there musta been 100 of them flyin in and out. They was buzzin our heads! I couldnt hear myself think for all that wing flutterin they was doin. Do you now how fast them wings move?! They may wiegh next to nothin but they sound like 747s. They coulda put our eyes out with them sticks on the end of their noses! I was duck and coverin for an hour until the big fog finally started rollin in off the Spacific. I think  that’s Mischa calls it. Then it started climbin up the walls of that ravine and makin its way toward us. It got real chilly real fast and we ran back inside and locked the door.

You know...that big fog saved my life! And it saved me from bein permanently blinded by them birds! Ya never know what’s gonna come in the door to spare you from the next injustice of life, now do ya? I am gonna have a real different attitude toward them rollin fogs from now on!

And Mischa says fogs are people too! Or was it frogs are people too? Or was is it ‘’dogs are people too?” that she said?

Anyways, the stars is out, and a matress is callin my name. Later

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day 49 THERE SHE IS! fri aug 30 Zoe's morning pages

THERE SHE IS...!

Day 49 Fri Aug 30 Zoe’s Morning Page

“There she is!” that’s what Mischa says every time we approach that collection of orange I-beams that has themselves suspendered over the San Francisco Bay. She just thinks the sun rises and sets on that contraptions head. How a person can fall in love with a big hunk of metal...I don’t get it.  She says things like ‘’Oh that orange against the blue water!” or “Gateway to the jewel-city!” or “Life’s a bridge, Zoe, and this ones mine!” I sit back against her and sigh. I cannot make heads or tails outta her sometime.

Today we drove another 500 miles, that’s my limit. I told em “people one more mile and its hairy carey for me! If you really love me you will stop this car now!”

And it was like the seas parted and the clouds did too and a bolt of lightening struck the earth and the car came to a halt and we all got out! I made a miracle! I was operatin all these years under the terrible mis conception that I was a dog but I could have spelled that wrong! What should I do for an encore?

Well it’s been a year since we been across that orange phenomena and it seems like people use it mostly like a parking lot. Ya crawl along for miles and then pop thru this little tunnel and Mischa’s love interest looms over you like a giant neon insect.

There’s always about ten thousand cars on it and about 5000 pedestrians hanging over the railings. The whole thing makes me queezy! But there was a payoff, on the other side. Mischa is right the city is like a jewel, and do they love my kind there or what?

There’s dog bowls outside every shop and a lot them has biscuits too, just sittin out there for the takin! Them’s generous folks in this city. And they got all their buildings painted all bright colors like they is havin a big lit-up Christmas party all the time. There’s tons a sailboats floatin around and flowers everywhere, really steep scary hills with trolleys attached to em, bells clanging, fog horns tootin, and every kind a creature imaginable walkin them streets.

I could cozy up to this town, no problem, Mischa could too!

Anyways when we gets to where we were goin, which I had no idea where it was til we got there...and boy I had forgotten about my acrophobia, (yes greek word...in case Mishca forgot to mention it). We climbed some mountain for like a half hour and that big blue body of water kept gettin bigger and bigger. Then them redwood trees started fillin in until it was like nightime all a sudden. Then we turns right and goes down a hill I tell ya it was at a 90- degree angle to the rest of the planet! Straight down we go. Me and Mischa’s stomachs was doin all kinds of gymnastics. (I won’t mention the origin of that one...just sayin, though). I even made the sign of the cross a few times, Mischa always does it three times, I guess its for good measure! I just did it once, tryin to be optimistic! Like I was hopin I didnt really need a divine intervention, even though I was thinkin maybe I did. Ya know I dont really think ya can fool god like that, but sometimes I try...

Anyways we are all settled in now, and you will not guess what I had for dinner. I could not beleive my nose or my eyes or my tongue or my teeth or nothin! I got a hamburger!  From my mothers. They musta stopped at the store when I was nappin, I did not see that one comin, but ladies let me tell you, I bow to you! Just like that nice lady did to me in the sushi bar yesterday, bow and bow again.

What else can you do when someone surprises you with your hearts desire!
Hey, I think I'm due an after dinner morsel. Later

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Day48Thurs Aug 29 SURRENDER

SURRENDER

Day  48 Thurs Aug 29 Zoe's Morning Pages

Eek. I knew it, I knew it, I absolutely saw it comin! When the phone rings nonstop and Mischa's got her head stuck in the big rectangle, her air space is all filled up with growling behaviors, and ole B is making them loud noises in the other building, until the wee hours, and people is runnin up and down the stairs like the house is on fire....we are guaranteed, fixin to go on some sorta long drawn out car ride.

And that is exactly what happened this morning. I couldn't even find my iPad until Roseberg! You know I'm sorta addicted to this writing gig I got goin here. I mean sooner or later we may even half to call in some professional help to break the habit. I start to get a little anxious if I can't write first thing in the morning. Anyways, at some truly ungodly hour ( hey does god even have a watch) ...well as the expression goes....at an ungodly hour I hear giggling and snorting comin from I can't really say where. And as I come closer to consciousness I hears the moms talkin about an electrified chicken wing, and then laughing and laughing. Of course I thinks to myself, "Hey, they've come to their senses, and we're gonna have a chicken for breakfast!" "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

But No! No!No! It was somethin havin to do with with somebody's shoulder blade or some such none sense. People laugh a lot when they haven't gotten enough nap time logged in. Anyways now we were all awake an they was like still runnin around like crazy people for an hour before they almost tripped right over me! That' s when they finally caught on to the fact that my food bowl, the little teeny weeny cold metal one, not the nice ceramic one cuzins judy and bunny got me, was EMPTY!

I wasn't even done with the first smooth-lickin once-over I usually gives the bowl, and they sweeps me right off my paws!

But they was so busy puttin things in one door and then crawling in and jiggling them all up, then puttin other things in another door and makin clicking noises with their tongues....that I had a chance to get a good couple rounds a hide n seek in before they nabbed me again and stuffed me between the blue cooler and the roller bag!

Anyways I am writin from a sushi bar in Portland! I'm in here on accountant that nice service jacket Mischa got me. Good thing too cause it is sticky hot in that car right now. I got a fake crab from a real tiny Japanese lady, which was swell. And she bowed at me! So I bowed back and for some reason all the bipeds slapped themselves in the face and put their paws over their mouths. Then they stared, pointed and started like shakin.  I think they were laughing at me. "Go on then" I told em"you laugh, but the lady bowed at me, not you, I seem to be the lucky one!"

And further on down the road I am gonna get real lucky. Cause when we are on a road trip I get my favorite thing in the universe as compensation ....a nice clean well appointed hotel suite, my own queen bed and room service.  

So I ask myself is it too much for them to suggest that I just get in the car and surrender... No not at all, I'm in and we're off! Later

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Day 47 Wed Aug 28 BIKE RIDE

BIKE RIDE

Day 47 Wed Aug 28 Zoe’s Morning Pages

HERE WE GO! Nothing like a nice bike ride on a sunny afternoon. Well partly sunny, anyway. Them two little people from next door came over and we jumped on our bikes and went gardening at Maggie’s farm. Mischa and the little people’s mom walked behind us. Really they were a kinda a drag on accounta every few minutes they were shoutin out some kinda directive. “Mest, keep your eye on the road!; Kal watch out for the sticker bushes!; Zoe hold on to the handlebars Zoe!” It did sorta take the edge of the fun, or throw the fun over the edge or something like that. But we managed to eek a bit of pleasure outta the excursion.

I could hear them two moms talkin behind us the whole time we was in the garden, and there was an edge on that conversation fur sure! One of them said they was anxious and then the other one said they was too. Next thing I know I look up and both of them has got them wavy lines squigglin acrosst their foreheads! Also there was water in little puddles sittin up above their lips! Yeah, they was anxious and I know about what! They is both afraid to die! What a surprise! But wasnt it them two that was talkin about bein infinite just the other day?

I says to Mischa “ya can’t be infinite and die, too!” She knows I have a point, but she says it’s the thing that humans struggle with and it’s the reason they get dogs into their lives in the first place!  So all good there, I guess. Is she sayin that I am in her life so as she will stop believin in something that aint true in the first place?

Cheez pizza them people thinks too much dont they?

Anyways she says dogs is pure joy, and the little people’s mom says little people is pure joy and I say my moms is pure joy. So that seems like another one of them tight little circles. And aint circles infinite?

I gotta tell Mischa, really, she aint gonna die.

Oh yeah, get this, the best thing in the world happened yesterday, even though it was suppose to happen Monday if the mailperson hadn’t been a chicken, that’s what Mischa said. We got cookies, from aunt Dana, the Redhead and ofcourse my cousin Pink! And they are from Crete! All nice and brown with little sesame seeds sprinkled all over em. My god they are good. We usually only gets them when we are on the other side of the continent! Mischa and I had to go retrieve em at the post office! We aint really the retrievin types, but we did it. We had this little piece of paper in our mailbox that said the package could not be delivered to our house on accounta a ‘loose dog’. Loose dog? Watch it lady, who you callin loose? And Mischa was all up in armies about it. She kept showin the note to people all day and throwin her hands up in the air. Then she would point to me and say “They’re afraid of Zoe? Zoe, they’re afraid of Zoe? come on people!” She said it so many times I started to get kinda irritated. Like hey mom, I can be a force to be reckoned with when necessary. I mean that is part of my job description, is it not? And is she sayin, I don’t do my job well?  Is she suggestin I is ineffectual? Hummph, that gets me a little hot under the collar! I could take that as an insult. 

But on second and third thought, I think I will consider it a compliment. Maybe she just sees me as being above all that human drama. Maybe she sees me as the enlightened creature that I truly am, the big OM maker, the one-with-the-universe dog, the peacemaker, the one who walks in ghandi’s footsteps, the answer to her anxious ruminations.  Yeah, I think it’s more like that.

Ya know, all that processing, got me hungry, so gotta run. Later.

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Day 46 Tues Aug 27 OMG LIFE IS INFINITE Zoe's Morning Pages

OMG LIFE IS INFINITE, what to do for an eternity?

Day 46 Tues Aug 27 Zoe’s Morning Pages

OK Zoe, hello. I learned these new letters yesterday:  ÅΩ. Mischa says they sorta mean something deep to some people. I’m tryin to figure out what they mean to her: In the beginning so to in the end; or some things just never change; or life is infinite and how great is that; or OMG life is infinite, what am I going to do for eternity?

Actually, the concept is sorta freakin me out right now.

I mean on the one hand if we are all one big never-ending circle of events, why can’t I remember anything that happened last Tuesday?

I guess I really don’t live on the right plane. Mischa says it’s easier to know some things if you know which plane you’re on. I’m thinkin, she knows I don’t fly. So I guess I’m never on the right plane, cause I’m never on a plane.

When I ask her about this she says things like “Zoe there’s different kinds of knowing. You can know in your head and you can know in you heart.” And when she puts it that way I think, “OK, I get that.” “Or Zoe, you can know in a way that is beyond the limits of your body. You can find knowledge in the infinite body of which you are a part.” To which I reply, “Well

that’s interesting!” I nod my head real hard so she thinks I am totally gettin it, but I don’t.

Mischa and B and that pack of ladies that show up here on Mondays they all talk over my head so often, it makes me dizzy. I guess they’re on that other plane. The one I missed on accounta I don’t fly.

Not to change the subject but… Last night Jazzie’s mom had little teeny weenie itsy biscuits in her pocket, did I mention this. I dogged her and sent up the puppy eyes. She’s a softy that one. I got quite a few of them, if ya want to call em biscuits biscuits.

Back to the ladies though. They was talking about separatin from your parents and seeing them as other than you, and then all a sudden wakin up one day and it’s like OMG ‘I am my mother!’ They all shook their heads real hard like it had not been a pleasant realization. I myself had my mom yanked away from me when I was way little, so I never have to be shocked to know I am her, cause I don’t really know who she is.

So I guess I’m lucky sorta, also I got them two new moms in exchange for the one that got yanked away.

It’s like what they do in baseball where you have one guy and you give em to the Pirates, say,  and all a sudden you got two guys on the bench, right where that one had been sittin all along!

Ya know I feel all rambly this morning, and I know why.

I just looked out the window. All I can see is trees and skies. But instead of them beein blue and white they’re all grey today. And it’s wet out there. This always puts me in a dark mood. It should be good for Mischa’s painting habit though. And when something is good for her paintin habit, that’s good news for me. There will be little to no growlin commin outta her on a day when the paintin gods are looking down on her with favor. She believes in that sorta thing ya know. Just like she believes we live  forever, and always did. She has my head spinnin half the time. No wonder I’m always hungry!

Speakin a which, I smell toast! Catch ya later.

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Day 45 Mon Aug 26 SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO

SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO

Day 45 Mon Aug 26 Zoe’s Morning Pages

OK. So I got myself in a little trouble yesterday and now

I have to contemplate my next move. That open studio thing was happening for the second day in a row, and so I set up my ‘donation’ jar further down the drive. Yes I did it so as not to be in view of the overseer! Seeing as I got in a heap of trouble the day before for what Mischa called bilking and I called busking. Details!

First of all, not one measly canine showed up!

Therefore, my jar was totally empty at the end of the day. And I was starvin. No one even looked twice at me. It was like I was invisible. I hate when that happens.

Second Mischa did discover me, cause I was so bored I fell asleep and didnt hear her callin me, so she came lookin for me all concerned and then spies my jar! I was not bilkin or buskin I was busted!

So all night I was restless countin creeps over and over tryin to go to sleep, but it didnt work, things just started to get really really noisy in my head.  Suddenly, I got the bright idea, that if, perhaps, under a certain set of circumstances, and if the fates looked favorably on the idea...I might just move outta here, go to the city and get myself a job. I mean, why not? I got talent.

I heard them talkin one time about a biscuit factory. I know I qualify to work there. And if I got myself gainfully employed, I could, theoretically have as many biscuits as my wallet would allow.

I could quit this side-show of a life I have goin on every dang weekend and get respectable employment. Of course I would have to take Mischa and B with me, cause I still don’t have my license....but they might come! I hear Mischa talkin about how she wishes she could walk to town and drink those little coffees with her pals.

Now I sure would miss all this fresh air and all them farm animals that gives off those real pungent smells!

But I think I could get use to car fumes and factory smoke; conveyor belts and grinding metal; honkin cars and road rage; traffic jams and dark alleys; concrete jungles en such!

Wait a minute wait a minute. What am I sayin.

There’s got to be a better way. Think Zoe think!

You want biscuits, and plenty of em. You want independence so as you can have them biscuits when, where and in the quantity you so desire. What can you what can you do?

Hey there’s an echo in here!  My mind is gettin bossier and bossier this week. I think I got to say a prayer or something, I got to pull my self together, I need help!

So after I couldn’t take my mind one second longer I offered this up to thin air, where I assume God lives.

“God, if you can hear me, which I am fairly sure you can, please give me some help, some direction, as I am feelin like a lost lamb and I didn’t even have no ewe mama.”

You will not believe what happened next! Mischa comes into the room and cozies up to me. She starts pettin me all over with special attention behind my ears, which j’adore. Then she looks down and after a particularly long and heart-felt string of butter butter cream cream sugar sugar...says: “Zoemou, I think you and me need some help.”  “Help, did you say help?” I asks her. “Yeah like we need some direction in our lives.” “Direction, you said directions?” “Zoe why are you repeating everything I say honey?” “Mischa” I says “I am repeating everything you say cause you, my dear mother, you have just answered a prayer!”

And she got this big beamin smile acrosst her snout like she was feelin the love! “Zoe, you and I are going on a diet!” “Yikes, Mischa, a diet?” “Yes, this is how we are going to solve a whole bunch of problems in front of us right now. I know you are gettin quite obsessed with your biscuits. You’re hoardin them, and devising unsavory schemes in order to get more, and worrying about gettin caught, cause you know you re doing the wrong thing. If we just set our minds on bein content with what we have, I think that ole obsession of yours might just subside. Shall we give it a go?” she says.

Well I thought on it for a good long while. Then I jumped of the couch and let her I know it was time for she and I to go for a run, no biscuit required...

And that’s where I am off to right now, so....later.

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Day 44 Sun Aug 25 ENTREE DES ARTISTES

ENTREE DES ARTISTES

Day 44 Sun Aug 25 Zoe’s Morning Pages

Lucky lucky lucky. That’s what my bracelet says. And that there is the truth! Today was open studio at the hacienda, and that means, visitors. I had a chihuahua-pug mix named maggie, a terrier named buffy, shoe’s bull dog, rufus, a couple a real swell labs (unfortunately they never did get set free). They seemed like a pair of good natured pups though, and I ended up with extra biscuits I think on accounta them bein trapped in the truck. We had a rainbow gathering today, everybody’s colors was flyin! So the big issue became how to take advantage of my good fortune. Because where there’s dogs, there’s edible bounty lurking in the pockets and purses of their people companions. And that can be shared with pups like me!

I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like other dogs ok, but I am not enamored by em. I like their parents better.

The dogs are always intent on establishin their turf.

And ya know when they do it at your own house it’s

un-noiving a little. I mean a few sniffs and quick watering of a few blades of grass is one thing. But most a them animals is obsessed with checking the perimeter and that involves a lot of notations all over the place! After they leave I got to run all around and do some quick editing so as no passer-by ever gets the wrong idea about who lives here.

And then too a lot a dogs get in the studio and they’re all, “yes I am adorable aren’t I, go ahead look at me, and yes you can ignore that lurking minor black and white and brown mutt who lives here, FOCUS people focus!”

And that is tres ennuyeux!

Hey did you ever notice how people get real french when they is talkin about art. You can just pixture them all in them fluffy white smocks with black berets enjoying those clipped cigarettes. I find it amusin. Mischa has a sign on her studios says “entree des artistes!”  You can hear edith piaff in your head and the clatter of wine glasses as you cross the threshold. It’s weird, but also sorta cool... I guess. Good news was there weren’t any accompanying poodles yesterday, that would brought the whole french thing full circle now wouldn’ta it?

Anyway gettin back to me bein lucky lucky lucky, which by the way is engraved on the bracelets that me and Mischa wears. They are made outta rubber so they double as a tire if you get in a jam and gotta move fast. And they are orange, our favorite color. Our friend carolyn k. from pixburgh sent em to us. Haven’t taken them off since they popped outta the envelope. Lucky, yes because I was clever enough to invent a diversionary tactic in the front of the building, so as to increase my chances of biscuits. I made like a toll booth for them pups. I had a little red cup and I made it perfectly clear that them there donations was more than welcome. I don’t know if I mentioned my cousin guido when I was convincin them to donate, but I mighta. All went exactly as planned. All them dogs found me an extra treat or in some cases two! And into the red cup they went. It was like makin an offerin in that basket at the church.

All was going so well all afternoon, until finally ole Mischa came out for some air, and once again, yes enflagrante delecto, caught in the act! She was not too pleased. “I’m a busker!” I told her, thinkin maybe she would appreciate my entrepreneurial side. “Busker!” she said “you’re not offerin anything in return!”

“It is not right, Zoe, that’s more like bilking not busking, you gotta get your dictionary back out and review!” “And further more it’s just not nice, honey!”

So I have to try an put my little tiny remnant of tail between my legs, bow my head and go do some kinda penance. Which I do, but not before stashin that pile of biscuits. And what to you know, one a them dogs, in less than five minutes is over there diggin up my stash. Cheez whiz people, ain’t there no justice in the world?

Despite the slight transgression on my part, I was, in the end forgiven and the long and short of it is: we all had our fun and  went home and slept like puppies.

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Day 43 Saturday August 24 Zoe's Morning Pages ANNIVERSARY OF THE NEAR FATAL ATTACK

ANNIVERSARY OF THE NEAR FATAL ATTACK

Day 43 Saturday August 24 Zoe's Morning Pages

Call me crazy go ahead. I cannot let go of that nasty dog attack I suffered. What was it now 2 years ago? Me and Mischa and Leelee the redhead, and Pink was walkin in the hood where Pink lives. We was minding our own business and steadily avoidin the corner where Leeleee and Pink got attacked by the snarly pitbull. And all of a sudden we all spy this German Shepherd-like beast in the backyard with these two kids.  He was like in real slow motion, like he had been WUI (that’s walkin under the influence), but he wasn’t . And he turns his head like he is stuck in quicksand, and then like he had a fire lit under him...he takes off in our direction! Egads we all were terrified. He and Pink get into it for a second, then he spies me! and Mishca is yellin at him to go home and get lost, and says “no no no bad dog”, to no avail whatsoever! Now he’s nippin at my belly, and I mean nippin! He’s drawin blood and I am not kiddin! I am yelpin and Mishca is screamin and hittin him with the leash. But he dont care, he just keeps on at it until finally I manage to slip my collar and start runnin for my life.  Mischa’s on that phone callin for backup from ole B and Dana, and she’s runnin down the cobble stone hill tryin to catch up with me, but I am like greased lightenin on a heavy dose of steroids. Move on over A-rod you got nothin on me in the speed department when bein chased by a knarly wolf. Steroids or no steroids, I was dodgin that monster.

I ducked down one alley after another, and on accounta my size and my undeniable adeptness, intelligence and agility, I outran and out smarted the dastardly dog.

Ole Mischa couldnt get her phone to work, but somehow pocketdialed Dana and B and they ran out the house lookin for us cause all they could hear was wailin and screamin comin outta Mischa, which got them all scared outta theri skins! And since they ran out the house, the door was wide open and I ran in, hid under the bed and ditched that big  bully.

Lick my wounds?  Oh yeah I had no choice. I was bleedin form places I didnt know I had. When all the moms got home, and Pink too they was all shook up worse than me!. Ole B grabbed me up and hauled me off to the vet! Oy vey, I don’t like the vet! And Mischa she was a basket-case! She had to take one of them little pills she has tucked in her green bag, for special occasions. And she ahd to have a small shot of ouzo to wash that down. Truthfully she still ain’t over it. Everytime we go for a walk she gots it sittin right in the middle of her forhead. We keep talkin about gettin some kinda spray to thwart the next attempt at our lives, but then we don’t go get it.

I think we is temptin fate, if you ask me. Mischa says we are practicin havin faith in positivity. Hmmmm. No idea what she means, but she is the master, so I got to obey.

Now as for yesterday. Sure am glad that is over. Ole Mischa waited until the very very last last minute, to start organizin her self for the open studio tour she signed up for over a year ago. Everyday she’d wake up and say, I got to do the   bup bup bup for the open studio tour, but she never did it. So tomorrow’s the day, and she was rushin around like one of the hens who been so un-ceremonously executed and even though it was missing an essential part of its anatomy kept on runnin around like a Mischa who had waited until the very very last last minute....

She lucked out though cause two friends came over to lend a hand. And that saved the day really. At midnight she finally came upstairs where we was all snugged in. She’s real quiet when we’re sleepin, but I hear her anyway. I sleep while I’m awake ya know, I think I mentioned that already, it’s a trait I’m mighty proud of for sure.

Now if it were ole B comin up them steps after we all was asleep, we would all be wide eyed awake by the time she got to the top of the stairs. It’s like she forgets we’re in there, sawin bogs, or something like that. And she just is a singin and a putterin around, but kind of a loud putterin. We’re not really sure how a person could be that loud in the middle of the night. Apparently it is quite possible, and we  will testify, to that effect, when asked,.

Hey, I gotta go people are startin to come up the driveway. By the way, one of them friends brought a smoked salmon over! Now that’s a friend in deed. I hope she’s comin back real soon, I’m dribblin a little just thinkin about another hunk of fishes.

Later!

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Day 42 Friday Aug 23 THE DAY I MET YOUR MOTHER

THE DAY I MET YOUR MOTHER

Day 42 Friday August 23 Zoe's Morning Pages

Whew, are we glad that day has come and gone! Mischa was hurrying us into the car at the crack of the rosy fingers again. She likes to say “rosy fingers of dawn” cause a Homer being the first novelist and him being from you know where...

Anyways we had to wait on the ferry line and wait in the doctor’s office and I had to wait in the parking garage...but it all turned out worth everybody’s wait, cause ole B came out with a clean whistle!

“She’s outta the woods!” Mischa came runnin up to the car to deliver the news.

“Yes and we’re going home.”

So she piles B back in the car. And we go wait for the ferry again, which seemed sorta like forever since we got up so dang early. Mischa fell asleep twice waitin in the line. Horns were honkin louder than a pack of mad geese. Finally I had to go up front and lick her knee. She’s salty! I like that!

So the more good news is we got to eat salmons. Yep, vegans beware, when a catastrophe is about, or if one has recently been diverted, we eat fish! I can just see the fingers pointin and the tongues waggin about it, but Mischa says, she don’t really care much. She has a remnant of hedonist in her from her younger days, and she pulls that out when she feels like breakin the fast. I don’t hold her back either, in fact I encourage it! I guess I am guilty of enabling her, but... what can I say, I like fish.

Anyways when we get home, Mischa pours herself a nice stiff cocktail and we all go out and lay on grass. She had a whole pocketful of bones stashed for me, and I got like 3 of them right in a row.  Mischa starts tellin the story of when she first met ole B. I heard it about a thousand times now but hey....it’s a good one, it’s our family history ya know!

Yeah she said she was just comin home to roost after a long decade or more in Philadelphia.

“Can you guess the root of that word Zoe?” she always asks me, every time we talk about Philly...And I say “yes mam that there word has its roots in the country where the idea for just about everything in the universe originiated, am I right or am I right?” “Right you are you intelligent little canine!” she always says back.  Anyways she comes home to Pixburgh and goes out for dinner, and she sees ole B, you guessed it, across a crowded room! And she grabs hold a one a her friends and says “Who is that?” and her friend says “Well, now, that there is the jeweler!” Mischa’s eyes lit up like someone said the magic word: open sesames, or something like that. And right then a spark was lit that coulda set the whole commonwealth of Pennsylvania on fire, but it didnt, it just set ole Mischa and B on fire. As the story goes a romance started and a romance ended in pretty short order. Much to Mischa’s chagrin!  (I like that word despite it’s sad connotation.)  But six years later... it all flamed right up again, like the embers weren’t ever put out, so back up it roared!

So I’m listening to her talk about the restaurant and the crowded room, and I got my own visions conjured up. A room full of beautiful dingoes elbow to elbow in the joint, and way way off on the other side of the room, I spy the redhead eatin up a pound a bacon, some chops and small house salad. A big smile on her face. And ole Mischa on the other side of the room, waxin poets about the jeweler!

So that’s it for this morning, I’m still pooped from our emotional roller ride yesterday. So it’s nap time for me. Later

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Day 41 Thursday August 22 THE TREE Zoe's Morning pages

THE TREE

Day 41 Thursday August 22 Zoe's Morning pages

Well, it finally happened.   The thing I tell everybody that happens all the time, (but I never really saw it happen, I had been involved in heresy or something like that) well it finally happened.

Me and Mischa was runnin down our own road! And a pack of guys had all these big trucks and trailers and saws and such, and they’re makin alot of racket.

Not like in makin bets or nothin like they do in Philly, just like a lot of noise.

Truthfully I thought they was weed whackin some huge weeds like Mischa and B had to do for a week when we got home this spring! 

So we runs by them. Right then I think I saw them hackin away at some poor unsuspectin douglas fir! But I didn't say nothin cause Mischa does not like to stop and chit chat or smell things when she is on her mission.

But next thing I know we’s runnin back home and i get an even better view and lo and behold

they are hackin away at a doug fir. From my angle it looked like that ole tree was headin my way and in the not so distant future.

I tried to tell Mischa but she never looked down. I think she mighta seen it too cause she picked up that pace quite impressive like.

And then we are right along side the dang thing what happened?

What happened is the whole 60 feet of wood came down BOOM I thought we was under attack!

We both jumped about 3 feet up in the air.

Mischa said her heart got like a little stabbin pain in it. Mine did too but I didnt mention it.

Anyways when we got home we had a pile of chores to do, and the white poodle came over again!

She's gettin better though, she's a pretty quick learner, she hasn't nipped at me for a while now.

I do keep my distance, and my head down, pretendin like she aint there a lot of the time. That's a great trick, Pink, if you ever read this!

When Mischa loaded up the car, I knew that was my ticket outta the yard, and jumped in the car. She didn't have much room for me, but she made a space and butter butter cream cream sweetie sweetied me for a good minute before we took off down the drive. I stood up at the window and waved b-bye at the poodle. It was kinda mean-spirited on my part. I feel a little guilty about it now, but I'll get over it. Mischa says forgiveness goes on the top of the list most days. Today I suppose is one of them. 

We went to this one place where there was a bunch of artists hanging around. That is always a sure fire bet for pets and often treats. This group was a little stiff-upper-lip with the treats, but excellent in the petting department. Then this big silver dog came in, my god she was pretty! Or he, I should know cause I was under him/her as we was gettin a whiff of each other, but I was so enamoured with his/her beauty I can't really say! Mischa says that's like bein color blind which is an excellent trait in a creature. That means we  is less likely to make judgements about each other's skin tones, judgements that make no sense whats so ever but we do it anyways. So I'm outta the woods there. That's a relief. Maybe that'll balance out my karma for having that bad thought about the poodle earlier.

Hey gotta go. B's got an appointment downtown, that they been yakin about for a month now.

I got to make sure I get in that car!

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