Dreams 3/6

3/6

  Somehow my first dream snippet was lost. The second took place by a pond in spring. A young, naked, Barbara Eden plucked some black downy feathers and tossed them to the wind. She reappeared, lying down on her back in the moss. Black feathers and down filled in all around her until she became a great black water bird like a swan. I got very little sleep thanks to Arthur and Frankie with his wand. He locked himself in the cellar dragging it behind him. 

Dana's Dreams

Dana's Dreams Two

Revenge of the Dream Hog

Sir Frankie Crisp Tops the Terror List

Ron says Frankie doesn't have Enough Toys

   I keep applying for puppies and getting ignored. I don't understand. Frankie says you won't find a bigger sucker. He's right. Tonight he was in the cup cupboard and mussed my big wooden Queen Anne's wig. Last night he raided the snack cupboard and ate all the kettle corn. Frankie loves green peppers. Who knew? He wants a brother or two. He has enough toys. 

Frankie's First Birthday

   Sir Frankie Crisp is having fun today. He had a fried chicken leg for lunch. 🎂

Frankie's New Fang Out

   Sir Frankie Crisp loves his new fang out. He hits the pom poms like punching bags and plays the scratching post like a washboard. He basks in the hammock. He says thanks, Dad! Ron took me back to That Pet Place. I got a moss ball for Lennox too who has made a bubble nest. I had to move Uncle Otto, the Otocinclus, to his tank because it has developed some algae. Things are nearly back to normal after my Gettysburg trip. You'd think that I was gone for two weeks.  

Frankie the Mongoose

Catzilla