Zoe's Letters To Pinky...Squirrel in the HOuse etc... Feb 21 2015

Zoe’s Letters To Pinky, Squirrel in the House, and that ain’t the half a it!!!!

Pinkala,

So I have been crazy busy flyin all over the state, and getting exposed to all kinds a creatures, two, four, six and eight legged!  First off there’s a guy from nuyork that’s been hangin around here changing all the exit routes! It’s a good thing on accounta there’s a lot more light in here, and since I’s losin my keen vision, I can use all the light I can get.

Mischa says, that’s true on a lotta levels.

Anyways, Mischa calls this guy a character and shakes her head every time she mentions his name on accounta he’s a whirlwind and pile a contradictions. Plus sometimes he shows up with his children and they scare the three cheeses outta all a us. Yesterday they was runnin in and outta here like banshees, and a squirrel got in the house. The big guy from nuyork and all his children started runnin  all around the house tryin to catch the thing, while it was getting scareder and scareder cause they was all waving their hands and runnin at him real fast. Finally the big guy caught the squirrel and got peed on. Then he dropped it and old B got into the chase and recaptured the thing, then it bit her!!!. I tried once or twice to get a nip of its fluffy tail, but dint really get too far on accounta all them little kids getting in my way.

That was a commotion I coulda done without!. Mischa kept sayin we had a circus goin on.

Anyways turns out the big guy whose got a string a stories longer than from here to the moon, has got a big soft spot for all thing nature related. Everytime he’s here he rescues something. One day it was a red dragon fly, then a little lime green leaf bug, and lizards and bees and yesterday he saved a dang termite!!!. He’s like St Francis, with a long island, long-story twist. After that little squirrel got himself up a tree, the big guy started talking about campin out in the backyard to make sure no dang hawk, osprey, eagle, or owl got em before hi mother came back! Yikes.

Plus we had already been through a lot of real life nature programs when we was in the everglades this time, like that fisher bird with the orange feet, he tried to poke my eye out! Ofcourse my moms rescued me in plenty a time, but still…. Then we got bombarded by a pack a seagulls tryin to eat our lunch, then the parrots were sreamin. And me and Mischa had a cold and it was all just too chaotic and too loud.

When we got home we get a call from one a Mischa’s friends and she starts telling us about these microscopic things that might be animals and then again might be plants or both! And ya cant even see them and they can get radiated and don’t even care, and they can withstand any kind a temperature you dial up and on top of that they can turn their blood inta sugar so as not to get caught off guard should the conditions in their environment go drastically wrong. Egad. The things I can see is bad enough, now we have to worry about these little tartigrates or something like that.

Pink I cant wait to get up there in pixburg and settle into a cozy bed next to you and the fireplace. I could use some warm, quiet, dog time.

See ya soon.

Zoe

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Zoe’s Letters to Pinky and Vice Versa- Oops I Forgot All About God and etc...Feb 6 2015

Zoe’s Letters to Pinky and Vice Versa-

Oops I Forgot All About God and etc...Feb 6 2015

Dear Zoe,

You gettin your tail BACK?  It gonna get fed-exed to you? And then what? How you gonna get it attached? My eyes sure popped open when I heard that news. 

Wait wait....Lee just told me it could be artistic license. Let me know ASAP.

Love,

Pinky

Pink!

Cheeze and please, am I losin my enitre mind! Kinda like old Elizabeth’s sister with the stink bug tricks? Yesterday I meant to tell you about gettin my tail back, but all I did was make the drawin and I dint even mention it in my letter! I can see from your reply that you caught on real quick. And to answer your question I still ain’t sure if it’s mischa’s makin stuff up again or if I am really in line for a tail extension. We been talkin about it a long time, my whole life really. And now that we’re in Florida I sorta thought it was appropriate to do as the Floridians do and go ahead with a little cosmetic nip and tuck and tie one a them fine specimens of a tail right on to the tip a my stump!  You think that’s vain? Anyway I dont know if god’s sendin me a tail or if we are going to the thermologigist...or somethin like that, but I am seriously considerin  the extension...

On another note...you shoulda seen the armadillo who came by yesterday!

She were busy! She walks just like Hercule Poirot (that’s french for hercule Poirot)  with them shuffling kinda steps. And she’s nosy like him too. She musta poked a million holes in the backyard. Good thing is her snout aint too long so it dont create no trippin hazard. We took a movie of her foragin for her breakfast. Hey did you know she look like a possum under that armor, or maybe even a baby piglet. I dint want to mention it, but I had a little frisson when she wobbled close by the window, I could see right under her skirt!!

We’re goin in the car now, so if I find any biscuit dispensin windows, I’ll report back.

PS. Keep warm and keep your tail tucked for safety. Just sayin, ya never know, if there’s a black market for dog tails...

Your cuzin, Zoe.

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Zoe’s Letters To Pinky- God, Stink Bugs and etc... Feb 5 2015

Pink,

I just got your email about the sloppy jo you got served during the superbowl debacle. And to answer your question, no I did not get my own sandwich served on a plate, not the whole nightlong. I did get quite a bit a hand me downs from the couch and all the various chairs, which was occupied by the football fans. So I aint complainin. And yes to answer your other question, even though Mischa will never again sit in the barker lounger in which she was seated during the debacle, on accounta the bad luck, I myself have not been subject to such austere measures and continue to enjoy the barker lounger, regularly.

Speakin a austere, you people up there in pixburgh got your problems dont you!

Last year when we was up there, there was that stink bug plague, remember that?

Well old B’s sister, Bo, she lives up there too and she says them stink bugs dont event think about dyin out in the cold winter. In fact she was on the big rectangle the other day showin us all how she was trainin one of them stink bugs to do tricks!

She says they’re smarter than you think. Just between you and me I am startin to worry a little about her. I think that winter that you get, where you have to wear two coats and shoes! where you gotta have the ice removed from between your toes with the hair dryer, and then train stink bugs on your kitchin table for entertainment until the thaw comes, well I’m thinkin, you Pink is a better man than me for be able to put up with all that nonesense. Even if we is girls. You got chutzpah!  Hey speakin a chutzpah, two more things: I got run over by a real big pit bull who looked alot like you! I was on my way to play my clarinet with mischa and mark, and this old pit came outta nowhere and started jumpin all over us and kissin us up one side and down the other. We wern’t scared at all, but we were wet and she was wild and she showed chutzpah too. Maybe it runs in your family. Me and Mischa must be in your family too on accounta she had a lot of chutzpah yesterday. Mischa said she got herself a direct line to god, and he called us up to say he had found the other part a my tail!. Seems like good luck follows bad huh? What superbowl? What last call? What new england?   Later.

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Zoe’s Letters To Pinky: A Pall Falls Feb 2 2015

Zoe’s Letters To Pinky: A Pall Falls Feb 2 2015

         

Pink,

I guess you watched the debacle last night on tv...Mischa was holdin her hands over her eyes for most a it. I started doin it too. Then our friend Shannon told us to bucky up and send the good juju to the team, like we do when them stillers is playin. I said, we never really watch them stiller’s games either on accounta we get too nervous.

Anyways we watched! And we all got so excited, first they scored then we scored then they scored then we scored and we scored some more....Then they scored, then they scored, then we put our hands back over our eyes. Then we made a miracle happen and the game was once more within our grasp....we were on the goal line, we could taste the touchdown, we had time, we had the men, we had everything!....

And then some yahoo called for a toss into the endzone! That was when the lights went out, the black curtains were sent for and the pall fell fast upon us all!

That chair in the picture, that’s where we watched the game. Mischa said she aint ever gonna sit in that chair again. “Bad Luck!” she said to it ... uttering the word garlic and spitting on the ground! “We’re leavin that chair vacant, in memory of our lost hopes and dreams!”  she said, and I am not lying to you she was holdin her hand up to her forehead when she said it! I thought it was a little extra drama especially with all the black curtains that got hung all over the place. But guess what? It went and rained this morning, just smeared that dark cloud all over the whole state.

Now if there is a god, do you really think he woulda let it go that far...lettin them old deflategates win the trophy and then spurt rain all over us on top a it....i don’t think so. Whatever, Mischas says them patriots dint really win so much as them dang seahawks lost. But, truth be told, it was a swell game just the same. And we got to make up Legion of Boom songs all night, complete with swagger and tail waggin, fist bumpin and heaven praisin. It’s all good, as they say....and them puppy commercials weren’t too bad either. (But who does drink bud, just sayin...)

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