Miss Apple and the headless chipmunk

spoiler alert…there will be talk of a dead critter here. Stop now or read on……

so I have two dogs, not large by any means, around fifty pounds each. Cute as a button they are and they love to cuddle too. their main past time is lunging at the window looking all vicious and barking like fools at the varmints.

They give me a heart attack endlessly streaking to the front of the house when they know there is a squirrel or other furry varmint there, which unfortunately means the furry critters escape up a tree, but then proceed to jump from tree to tree like the amazing Spider-Man to escape. Sometimes they even cross the road to evade he dogs, but these are sometimes smart dogs and they try to get there first.
I live on a hill, with blind spots and I am petrified one of these days it will not end good, so I scream at them and for the most part, ok, sometimes, they even seem to understand and if I’m lucky, even listen and stop.

Sooooo….the other day we went for a walk and there was a dead chipmunk (we call them chippies) in the road that the dog noticed. Me being the wise, or not so wise mom figured hell, I don’t want the idjits running into the road later for this and it was a very fresh death of the little varmint with shiny red blood so I picked it up by the tail and brought it into the yard for the dog.. Ok, Miss Apple (the dog)now has dead prize but does not know what to do with it except carry it around proudly, all, look what I caught mom proud. No harm no foul.
Advance two days, chippie now buried under snow. Hmmmmm….ok, hubby snow throws the deck where varmint last seen, boom, out the shoot and fifteen feet away into another snow bank.
Guess we will find it In July when this crappy snow thaws out, right?
Nope, other little dog digs it out of the snow and carries it around. Rock hard frozen like a piece of hard wood. Later we are in the house and I see blood on the carpet. Worried I go to investigate to see which pet is injured and there, thawing nicely on the white carpet is a now headless chippie. Little blood trail leading from the door to this spot. Oh, my, god!!! Now I am totally grossed out and they looked at me like, well, you gave it to us you idiot, what did you want us to do with it?
Lesson learned. Headless chippie back out. I am not sure where it went but I am sure it will resurface at some point in the not too distant future. After all, this snow has to melt sometime, right? Maybe the cat can catch them some new fresh ones in the meantime….um….yeah, right.
Vegetarian cats don’t catch anything except broccoli .

Connection

We move along
Floating or merely submerged
In the clutter and moving sea
In the light visible
Sometimes clouded
From view.
Connected to this world
We bump along
Sometimes encountering one another,
Then moving away.
The old game
Six degrees of separation
But not Mr. Bacon
We find each other
Through the friend of a friend
Through yet another,
To find ourselves here
Washed up and waiting
To be burned or created
Into a new piece
Of art.
The invisible thread
Captured and tied
Connected.

Happiness and the morning from hell….

oh sweet morning
Waiting for light
To guide my way
To steer me around that puppy puddle
That was so cold
On my bare toes
At two am.
Oh sweetest day
Give me the knowledge to push open
The door all of the way
As I wander this icy land
To fetch my goblet
For my coffee
That I left in my chariot
Yesterday
And give me the sight of those fully alert
To not walk into that door with my forehead
On my way back in.
Oops too late. Ouch.
Give me that strength
To breathe deeply and say that lovely
Word OM on my meditative drive
To keep my newly found high blood pressure
Just a little lower so that the office idiot
Doesn’t rattle my cage with his brutish ways,
And give me peace to enjoy my
Fine left over lunch
Of ravioli and fresh bread
And tune out the catty chatter
Of the evil ones that like
To make me cringe with the over use
Of their negativity.
please lend me some sunshine
To warm these minus twenty five degree
Wind chills today
So that I don’t cower under blankets
And call in to work.
Hmmmmm….ok, I will get dressed
And trudge off to the belching factory
I call second hell.
Bless this house
And those within
To see us through another day
As we trudge off to our work day
To collect some well deserved pay,
And keep us healthy and happy
And stress free…..
Happiness we ask of thee
And patience not to slap
Those that deserve it.
Thank you
And good day.