Zoe’s Back, GoodWater/BadWater
I hear that in some people’s world
there is no such thing as bad water. So now I’m guessin I must live in the
opposite world. Me an water never did see eye to eye.
It all started with that big ole
stinky elkhorn slough i grew up on out there in california, then there was the
ragin pacific full a them big white shards and lions that lived in the sea and
furry otters who ran around with chunks a brokin coke glasses eatin up all the
shell fish and on top a that they had no manners what so ever when it came to
matin! They near about drowned all the lady otters in the process, eek!
Myself i aint done no matin, never
really crossed my mind, although dont get me wrong, i been approached, even though i’s a mutt i have a few looks!
But i’m gettin off the subject
here...water...i deplore baths, although in my old age i have stopped strugglin
when i get one, cause 1. it hurts to struggle, 2. there’s a lot a cooing that
comes with the bath, 3. there’s plenty a after-bath biscuits, 4. the warm water
has its moment of merit around the hip area and 5. mischa pets me alot more
after she gets all the deer poop off my fur.
One time me and mischa and one a
her paintin buddies on whidbey
went for a long walk on the beach and when we headed back home, that ole
water had risen up so far, we dint have no choice but to walk right through it.
Well! I pulled up short at its edge and dug in! I coulda drowned! So after about 10 minute a tryin to cajole me into dippin
in, mischa finally just picked me up like i was a newlywed bride and ferryied
me across! Even though i was belly up and vulnerable prey for them circlin
eagles, i was all mission accomplished stayin outta the deep dark mysterious
depths. And a free ride in your mama’s arms is always nice too!
So I guess if you live somewhere
like where its all deserty, water could be your long lost friend, a god even,
who takes mercy on ya. But for me water’s just plagued me all my years. So when
we got to florida, it werent no different. First off it rained, which it aint
suppose to do at that time a year, but it just went ahead and did it ad nauseam! Then there was the flood all
the way around the house which required weeks of bailin and pacin and worryin,
plus i could not get to the bathroom without gettin my paws all wet! Then,
wouldnt ya know it, the thing that makes the stupid bathwater warm, it up and
breaks!
I did hear tell that all the girls
took themselves to the beach and had what they referred to as a luxurious dip!
Cant imagine it myself, but they all came back lookin real pleased with themselves,
specially that norwegian one, laura. So theres yer other example a good water.
Now back to the bad! Mischa says
its important to dip your toes in the deep dark mysterious depths of the water
cause theres a lot to learn in there. She says that’’s what she does when she’s
slingin them brushes around real good and tossin colors at the wall. She also
says it scares her! And then she says cause
it scares her she has to do it more! I dont know people, seems like ya’ll has
digested some a them medicinal plants in the jungle or somethin, the way yer
logic presents itself.
Personally, I take a look now and
again at my bellybutton, in the privacy of my bed. I dont need no water to get
to it. But that’s just me. Hey its walk time, so....later.
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