Mercury's futon

For you, loyal readers, who worry that I'm relegated to Dog Status [i.e. dog-in-the-manger] in the Roushanzamir household, I've provided this [minor] evidence to the contrary.

True, I could wish for better things: a fine china bowl for my food and Waterford crystal stem-ware for water [in lieu of the green plastic cat dish & water in an absurdly large blue container]; three meals per day [instead of two] with a greater variety of menus [it could hardly be less since I eat the same--premium--dog food day after day]; a couture gem studded collar [the jewels wouldn't have to be diamonds]; an 18- or 22-carat gold or platinum name tag, and so forth. I could also hope [and do] that Mama would stop dressing me in sweaters, hats, raincoats and t-shirts [but she hasn't-- as yet-- sunk so low as to insist upon frilly dresses or frou frou hair styles].

Dear fans, do not despair or worry unduly [your steadfast concern is appreciated]. Here, pictured, a green futon, Mercury's futon, which is [however slight] concrete proof that Mama et Papa contrive to construct a proper environment, maximizing what resources [admitedly scant] they possess to ensure [a measure of] my comfort & pleasure .

***Forthcoming: my entry about the friends, both dogs & humans, with whom Mama et Papa permit me to associate.***

Witness The Absurd

I have donned a Santa hat, a pink boucle sweater, endured monthly visits to the beauty parlor [nothing against Kelly Noonan, truly a Master of Doggie Styles] and recently submitted to Mama's daily combings.

The picture at left, however, speaks for itself: the Absolute Limit.

Wintery Mix: the scandals

As winter's chill moves across the United States of America, brushing California, dumping on Oklahoma [cousin Susan's homeland], that chill also descends on the Deep South.

And yet.

Scandal 1, Disappointing: The wintery mix predicted consisted of a chilly rain plus........ zip! No black ice, no trees burdened with heavy icicles, not even hail, much less snow. Perhaps needless to say, schools were not closed.

Scandal 2, Outrageous: Jackson County, GA, more a la mode than Clarke, apparantly did experience a bit of a wintery mix. The result, schools, Closed. But wait! Disaster. The abysmal administrators of the Jackson County school system Changed Their Collective Mind. Schools, open. In consequence, I fully expect-- and will do my part in urging-- that this travesty be fully explored as a priority item in the coming GA State Legislative session. I trust the good servants of the State of Georgia will enact into law the promise that: Once closed for a "snow day" [however defined], school remains officially closed until further [at least 24-hours ahead] notice.

Scandal 3, Overbearing: Mama insisted. A pink boucle sweater to be worn & photographed. With me in it.

Caption for photo below: It's a dark day for dogs.

However, even pink's not all bad. As evidence, 2 [quite disparate] examples.

This stunning example, a delicate Korean graphic of young girls dancing presented to Mama by a former student.

This plush pink purse is fantastic. Stiff rope handles, fleccy top knobs, and surrounding ruffle provide satisfying chewing opportunities, each different, each delightful. Furthermore, if carried absolutely correctly it makes a smooching noise & says, "I love you."

So, perhaps the day's not so dark. Despite the scandals, disappointments and the overbearing pink color scheme, I welcome the day with a smile and a flash of my [brushed! but that's a story for another day] pearly white smile.