Arthur

  Houdini is his first toy. Arthur came with his name, but Houdini would've suited him as he slips out of his harnesses. No wonder Mummy liked me best when I was sleeping. I'll likely finish The Complete Poodle cover to cover. Arthur is no show dog, but it is fascinating. It was written by a lady who bred champions at her kennel in the fifties. Ron's friend says his Golden Doodle is the best hunting dog he's ever had. Poodles were originally retrievers fetching ducks and geese from the water. Hoagie was a Collie Golden Retriever mix and loved the water. Arthur likes getting baths in the sink and vacuumed. Shiner used to attack the vacuum until he was so old that he was going deaf. Arthur never lets me out of his sight. I have to break him of that because he barks as soon as I'm gone. Lucky his bark is not nearly as loud and obnoxious as Shiner's. Shiner used to jump up and bark in the face of any stranger that tried to speak to me. Jacks are something else. David King, from Greenfields Puppies in Leola, Arthur's breeder, has a brother-in-law as a neighbor with Jack Russels. David also has adorable Basset Hounds. 

 

Ghosts of Fat Tuesday

     I never realized the ghosts in this picture with Shiner and me until now talking to my aunt. Ron says it is just a reflection, me stuffing my face, but it is so much more than that. It made it to my Ghost Stories. That place was so haunted. A guy killed a car load of women and children right outside my door. I heard it all years later, and did not even know what happened until "talking" with one of mycommiespace friends who happened to be Johnny Gruelle's, (yes, Raggedy Anne), grandson. He had gone to school with one of the women who was killed. Here, is what happened: the estranged father of one of the toddlers followed the woman and her girlfriend with her child from the Sinking Spring MacDonald's. When they got to the railroad tracks he screamed, "Where are you going to go now, bitch?", and rammed them into the incoming train, four deaths: two women, two toddlers. It's all documented in my Ghost Stories. The diagonal lines behind me are another sign. Oh, my ghoul... TTYL... Drunk, it's Mardi Gras, Yall! 💖

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Dolls & Magic March Clearance

  While I'm on a roll, (Thank You!), and saving for Gettysburg I've spent the last hour going through and slashing prices in my Ebay shop. You'll find mostly handmade, one-of-a-kind art dolls and original watercolor paintings, but there are also dolls and books from my collection, you never know. Will I be listing more stuff? Maybe. I've been typing Minie' Ball Catch All, I've made it to page sixty-six already. We had Anthony's Coal Fired Pizza today. It's good, but like everything else very exspensive. I've got to start a playlist for Frankie. It's hard to believe we've only had him five months. He came into our lives and took over. He's sleeping by my feet. He's very touchy feely, I'm not. I had made a playlist for Shiner on his last birthday, all of his favorite songs. TTYL... 

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Shiner's Songs

 

Minou with Rena

   Purple Witch got me Rena for Christmas, and Ron got me Minou, the Corsican Himstedt, several years ago when Shiner broke his hip. She was one of the first Himstedts, besides Tara, the German girl that was my first, that I ever saw back in Bethel Park at Bear Trax next to BORDERS. That was a fun place where I also got a big handmade Raggedy Ann, who was always Mummy's favorite Raggedy. Rena's is spelled Raggady, and she is from the same time, over twenty-five years ago. The handmade dress was made for Himmies and came along with another. The booties are Ron's mother's christening booties, kid leather, and over a hundred. I just got my valentines for Ron and Frankie together. Frankie got a cute new caterpillar as he loves Shiner's old dollar store one that he rips up and drowns in his water bowl. This one is a lot furrier and valentine themed, pink and purple. I'm watching something dumb, an 1895 mystery on free Hallmark channel. Haunted Wedding, on the otherhand, was adorable. I've noticed the same fake Tiffany lamp in three different Hallmark channel movies now. I'm painting the cover of Dana's Dreams Two, it is from a dream. I'm also getting together my gifts for The Farnsworth House, Minie' Ball stuff and Captivating Tarot, as well as an original I did of Elizabeth Thorn long ago. TTYL... Happy Valentine's Day! 💕💘💕

Sir Frankie Crisp

  My beautiful baby is so lovable. He has his second and hopefully his last vet visit today. I have to drug him a couple of hours before because he got all shitty with the doctor last time. I didn't witness it. It's hard to believe as he is so sweet natured. I'm planning another photo shoot soon. Shiner hated the pupparazzi. I learned about Spirited on free Acorn TV last week and am watching on tubi. It's Aussie about an eighties English punk rocker ghost and a dentist who leaves her husband. It's as good as The Ghost and Mrs. Muir. I love the characters. Purple Witch sent O, My Ra! a new French teacher, Fifi Poopoo. I also got Elphaba to teach Wicked Spells and Familial Magic. The dreams have been out of hand with the snow. Mummy finds her way in, they've been a lot of fun. We have free Asian TV this week. It's too strange for me. I had to shut The Wailing off. Couldn't take it. I'm hoping to go back to The Farnsworth House the first week in April, we'll see. TTYL... 

Dana's Dreams

 

Incoming! Nightmares!

   Yeah, this one won't wait for Dana's Dreams Two!

Dana's Dreams

11/21

 Very scary morning for nightmares: first, I was in New Orleans with my old college roommate, Kelly. We were just walking the streets one evening when we witnessed a robbery. After that the goons were after us. We were about to receive some police protection when the one detective, an older man in a white suit, took a spill and dropped his tiny silver revolver. After that we were on the run and on our own. We ducked into a strange white building with a big glass front window. We were hiding here awhile, (I have no idea what the place was, and there weren’t any good hiding spaces), when we were spotted, and I lost Kelly. I ran into another place that was dimly lit. There were four huge pots of cold soup. There was another woman there, and I asked if we could hide in the pots. She said we could, and we climbed in. I was hiding in an enormous pot of thick, warm, gumbo when I awoke covered in sweat and had to change my Frog and Toad sweatshirt where Toad wants to take it easy and stay in bed. 

  It got worse from there. Mummy and I were walking the far perimeter of Clover Crest, Houston Drive, only it was more wooded and had a running stream. I spotted what looked like a huge spotted salamander big as a Gila Monster. It rose up on two legs and came towards us. It was very slick and had a cavity between its legs. I picked up a long sharp stick and speared it in the cavity. That’s when to our horror it changed into our neighbor, Chris Birchin, who I dumped into the stream. I was feeling very guilty as if I had murdered Chris as we started down the hill, home. Just then a beautiful woman, at least eight feet tall, in a flowing peach gown, with long soft brown curls and fangs came up on us. We were polite, but I was scared. Mummy was holding Shiner, the Jack Russell, and telling the woman, “We love him very much”. As we left her Mummy warned me not to leave Shiner out unattended as she did not trust the giant. Then I passed some Rose of Sharon shrubs that were hung with little lanterns decorated with glittering puffy stickers depicting old-fashioned girls with long auburn hair. One of these came to life and stood before me. I followed the girl into a sparsely furnished white room where a small crowd had gathered around a tall young shirtless man. The girl said something about Jesus, as I see in my dream notebook, something like, “So help me, Jesus,” climbed unto the boy, and the two of them sprang into a dark vine with curling tendrils that grew before my eyes. You would see them, the girl and boy, pop up at the end of one of the tendrils, like a bud, only a couple of inches high, then reappear on another. This is when I woke for the second time and jotted down the notes. This is one of my scariest nightmares. I hope to use both of them, somehow, in Fanging with Claude. 

Frankie's First Halloween

  Nothing like being woken from a nightmare by a cat Halloween morning. It is a beautiful day. Frankie got a treat bag full of magical Halloween mice, he thinks they're very nice. He's been trained to stay off the counters and tables within a couple of days. He's very smart. We just treated the birds, and I'm about to put my costume on to go treat Annie and Jay with pumpkin muffins and seeds. We will be going to the pet cemetery later because I found a pumpkin rock for Shiner's grave. We're stopping by Klinger's too. I really like that place. Happy Halloween! 🎃

 

Ten Days

   I dreamed of a woman and an apartment, but I was too tired to scribble down details that have been forgotten. The last ten days have felt like a couple of months. I've always had strange relatations with time and money. I've never given them the attention. Honestly, I don't really believe in either of them. They are both man made concepts designed to keep me in line. I prefer to whirl in circles. It's a good thing too because I'm still not allowed to eat or sleep. Sir Frankie Crisp looks wild, but he's only yawning. I have yet to hear him growl or hiss. He purrs incessantly. This morning he was at my desk trying to fish my pendulum from the velvet bag. I was tired so shut him out like I used to do to Shiner when he would attack me for moving. Then I heard a pounding at my door, not a scratching, not a rapping, a pounding. When I got up the metal bathtub plug was outside my door. He was using it as a knocker. He is up to three meals a day now plus treats. I will not let him get fat, but I think he has grown in the four days we've had him. Sympathy and I are not friends. Mummy called me cold hearted, but sympathy only ever made me feel worse. I do appreciate the cards though. All the LOVE from the bottom of my cold black broken heart. 

Frankie's First Days

  Yes, I am dreaming, but they have been going directly to Dana's Dreams Two. Frankie has been eating two small meals a day plus snacks. He loves a bit of milk, about a tablespoon, creamy chicken with pastina, and cheese burger. Ron gave him salmon treats that drive him wild. He jumps up on the counter and tries to get into the cupboard to get them. He now has fish breath. He follows me wherever I go and sleeps on my chest. He purrs until he falls asleep. He dreams. He has had three happy dreams that I know of already. He wakes up kissing me. I should think he is French. He has already been in Miss Barbie Stoner's class at Monster High. I have to put that away. I don't know if the Halloween dance will be canceled. I could take the bus outside. It probably will be though. Frankie's favorite toys are the kitchen rug that he rolls himself up into, so he might've been Cleopatra in a past life and my robes. I have always had a robe fetish myself, so I understand. He chanels Shiner. I am not up for discussing that yet. Working on it. 💓

 

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Dreams 10/3

   Dreamed that I was helping Shiner down the ramp when he slipped down behind it. I woke up, bolted upright, saying, "Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" out loud. It seemed very real. 

Hound Dog for Shiner

Shiner

 My buddy still sleeps with his fox, who is a bit tatty and blind. Why would I watch The Olympics? That's as RIGGED as Everything else. 

Dreams 7/22

Dreamed that we had another terrier, same size as Shiner, only with a shaggy face like a Westie. I had no idea about him, Ron was keeping him from me. 
 

Dreams 7/12

 I've forgotten my dreams the last few nights, haven't been sleeping well. Tonight I dreamed Mummy and I were at an old-fashioned country fair. There was a barn with a new wooden floor that held several shops with stalls and then little booth types of shops like you'd see at The Ren Fest outside. There was a blonde woman with a booth, and I wanted three items she was selling: a green cloaked crocheted finger puppet, a tiny walnut box, and something else, some sort of trinket or silver button that is slipping my mind, maybe stationery? She had said that the green puppet had taken a long time to make, and I said, "I bet". It must've been pricey.  Anyway, Mummy had my money and when I went back to the booth it wasn't the same young blonde with the black cord around her neck but an older couple. The woman was putting some vinyl Irish stickers in my little brown bag, and I asked Mummy how much money I had left. She said, "$5,300", and I said, "that couldn't be right". I was thinking more like fifty-three dollars. I told the woman I wanted the crochet doll, that was really just a cloak, that the other woman had called Leanan Sidhe, Glaconer, or something of the like. The man at the booth overheard me and said the blonde was not even Irish, that she was Swiss, and something else about her head and being a phony. I was thinking maybe I couldn't get everything I'd wanted when the woman asked, "You didn't see her, did you?" Assuming she meant the Leanan Sidhe, I said fortunately not, but that I had heard the Banshee at the exact time that my cousin had died, and that there was a young black boy with me outside that heard her too. We thought somebody was getting raped or murdered in the woods, and I went to investigate, but he was too afraid. I was telling her how my cousin's mother was Irish when Shiner woke me up. 

Photo Shoot

 

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Shiner and I, that is. Mine has mushrooms and onions. I'd sat down on the couch with a slice while Shiner's plain red pepper cooled, and he jumped up and tried to take my hand off. These are plain parm a'pizza because I'd gotten vegan mootz by accident. What is that? Bean curd? Anyways, no good for a'pizza. Gilmore Girls are also to blame. Coffee is brewing now. 💕🍕💕

 

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Samurai Betta

Dreams 4/13

 Dreamed of The Black Lodge. There was a middle-aged man with a gray beard. He kept opening and closing the drapes as if he was signalling somebody. Then Shiner ran in the door and up the steps. 

More Dreams 2/28

 Dreamt that I put Shiner out at night, and he slipped under a puddle on the back porch. He was totally submerged for a few seconds before resurfacing. I brought him in to dry him off. I had left the door open a crack, and when I turned around to look there was a big silly black dog trying to get in, looked like a mix between a Pit Bull and a Boston Terrier. He was rolling his eyes and wagging his tongue. When I called Ron to come see the dog was gone and suddenly the porch had become a sort of alley. There was a tall dark haired boy with a white cap saying something I can't recall. I thought he was gay. When I looked down at his feet his ankles were very long and too slim. He was wearing short turn-of-the-century styled pants with yellow and pink polka dotted socks. 

The following dream began on the steps of the front foyer. I was with Ron and had received an unexpected package from England. It was a Pippa doll, Jasmine, with a homemade cardboard head. She had no nose or mouth. The head was bigger than the Pippa dolls. Otherwise, she was beautiful. She had a long thick wig pulled back in a top knot with an amazing hair piece: a pin with teeny tiny dolls and animals wound round. Her legs bent, and she wore long white stockings and lovely handmade Asian sandals. Her kimono was blue with black and white designs with a black obi. I told Ron she was a very valuble doll, and that I'd forgotten I'd ordered her, she took so long to arrive. I removed her head, and there was pink ribbon round her neck peg. I was thinking I had to give her a replacement head when I woke believing she was real.