Dogs Dogs Dogs

Without dogs, this quarantine 

would be much harder

for many of us.

Found this shot of Walter and his brother

on the rescue site. This was right after he was found.

I adopted him several weeks later.

There are days I wish I had taken both, but after

thousands in vet bills the last couple years I was 

concerned about cost. 

Here's the little bugger now.

Yep that's a rock in his mouth.

He brought this one inside.

How he's grown!

He is still a weirdo.

Insists on sleeping this way, tip of nose far right.

Someone is in time out.

New grand-dog Rilo on the left- Tubbs on the right.

Rilo was a quarantine rescue. They're adjusting well.

Everyone everywhere has had their say 

about everything going on.

I don't feel I have anything new to add.

If you've followed me for any time,

you already know where I stand.

You know I would like to clobber a few idiots 

who are too selfish, too ignorant, too lazy to 

be educated with scientific facts, or are

too evil to speak any truths.

Of course if I could clobber em, then if #45 

gets the affordable care act repealed, then they 

too would suffer insurance issues as their

existing conditions (my flattening their heads)

would no longer be covered.

Now, where is my cast iron skillet?

Z

Once There Were Two Studios

For several years I had a second studio in my garage.

I have hardly used it in the past three years, 

so yesterday I decided to drag, push, and pull

 the vintage piece through a tiny garage doorway

into the family room.

Here is what I started with, and throughout a lazy afternoon

I painted some mustard on the shelf backs, and

covered the blue stars with ash grey paint.

I may go back and re- do in soft black

 as they are still "reading" blue.

I was bingeing Collateral on Netflix,

while grabbing a little this and that.

I ended up here for now.

I'm sure I'll change it up a little

as I live with it a few days.

For sure I will be making a fuller curtain 

for bottom shelving.

I have purged so much I don't really need the storage,

but it seemed to me she belonged inside

after paying her dues.

Yep, she belongs right there.

Z

More Sanctuary

and Walter weirdo who sleeps in the darnedest positions

Around The House

It's a good thing I like my home.

I've been hanging inside here for

 131 days.

When All Else Fails

Burrow in

I've never before had a dog that likes to burrow.

Walter could win a medal for burrowing.

Yesterday he tried to climb up inside my 

maxi dress. 

I don't blame him a bit.

He was neutered this week. Not fun. The gravel is 

 too hot for his pads when he insists on going out 

in the high heat of the afternoon, 

but he is learning to follow the shade.

He has also sensed that I'm not so happy these days.

It is heart wrenching to watch what has

become of our nation, not just recently, but 

for decades. We have let corporate greed and

privileged white autocrats usurp our freedoms.

We are not done working on this democracy.

Many of us have become complacent and

'busy" with everyday matters.

That has to stop- wake up call folks.

Throughout our history we have risen to

fight the good fight. This time is no different, but I

pray it will be. That this moment is truly a catalyst for 

significant and meaningful change.

While many are fighting this fight; under cover of 

tweets, this administration is also decimating 

our ecological futures, placing racist conservative judges

 in federal positions and thousands have 

been deported, even young people, 

dumped to fend for themselves, 

or returned to countries where 

their very lives are in jeopardy. 

 My despair and fury run neck and neck,

alongside pride and hope for my kids. 

I wish that I too could just burrow

and make the days feel lighter.

But I can't.

It's all too damn important.

Z