Busted!

Arthur's Yellow Raincoat

 

A Jolly Holiday

  June has been as jolly as May was merry. The Yellow House Hotel happens to be right down the road from the pet cemetery. I'd had dinner there before but never spent the night. My gracious, I had a wonderful time. I had arrived early so stopped in the bar that is decorated for the hunt and had a photograph of a former owner's daughter with Petey, the dog from Our Gang, who Daddy loved. I had a bowl of tomato bisque with crab soup that sent me back later for a slice of grasshopper pie. Thanks, Ron! So good! My pendulum was spinning right round, round-round, right around pie o'clock, during a Mama's Family marathon. Mehitable misses Shiner too. We got to keep the flowers the night thanks to road construction witch' was hextra nice. Ron said that the boys were terrible but look at them moments before I left. 

Yellow House

Inside Yellow House

 

Shiner's Flowers

  I've made another stop at Pick Your Own Flowers in Kirbyville, this time for Shiner's grave. Hopefully I'll be staying at nearby Yellow House. In the meantime, I'm back at Kojak. I finished the first Poldark book, Ross Poldark. It was good, but I'll be skipping the other thirteen as I'm reading too many other books. Hitting the Leesport Market again tomorrow. The fellow that I bought my wolf goddess pendant from has a Ganesha box that I'm going to have to get. My one dollar brand new denim shorts are off-the-hook, I'll have to get another pair of those off the lady that I bought my Dracula tee shirt from. I have to get another of those as a gift. It's fangtastic. TTYL...
 

Shiner's Obelisk

 

Easter Boys

Arthur and I had a great time at PetSmart's Easter egg hunt. We got Frankie's birthday present, a honeycomb bed complete with bees. Wonderful Michelle gave Arthur a bee named Bea after my sweet old friend from Pittsburgh that I just dreamed about. I figure she's in The Great Beyond now with Mummy, Miss Brown, and Theresa. Ron is doing his damnest to ruin Easter as usual, but I'm going to have a wonderful time. I'm going to stuff myself at Easter brunch at the Farnsworth House in Gettysburg. Have a Happy Easter! TTYL... 🐰

 

The Ninth Configuration

 

Putting Paddy's Away

Blood in the Cut

Still Partying

Arthur's First Birthday

 

Cabaret (1972)

Arthur Got a Hair Cut

Talk About Puffy Combs

  It's been raining all day. After three hot towels I gave up and turned the blow dryer and brush on Arthur. He looks like a toasted marshmallow cloud. I got so many Halloween deals today that my boys' treat bag is busting out and stuffed. It's Arthur's first Halloween, Frankie's second. I'll have to make a video. Told you they were going to have to let Diddy off. If I was on his jury I would've. I wouldn't have let OJ off no matter how much Mummy defended him. I listened to the 💩 against him. Seems to me if you are lying around Diddy's house nakey, showering with him, partying with him, eating monkey brains, and begging for the work, you've got what's coming for you. 🙈🐒🙊

 

Brothers

 

Before & After Arthur

  Before or after his daily groom Arthur is cute and cuddly. He's a good boy. 💟

 

Dreams 9/30

 9/30

  I dreamed that I was at a party in a little house. The hostess was a heavy set middle aged lady with long curly strawberry blonde hair. She was wearing a form fitting wrap around white set that looked like gauze. My cousin Carol was the only other person that I knew at the party. The hostess, supposedly a close friend of mine, had me standing on a bed, facing me, holding my hands. My head was wrapped, and she knew that I was sick. She said that my cousin, Verity, would help to cure my woes. I asked what had happened to her as I had seen her a few months ago. She told me that she had sadly passed away. I was looking for some things: Tarot or art cards, maybe, faeries… I was opening drawers. Then Brooke Shields came in with her two children, a young boy, and a toddler. She had a colorful purse and asked what we were going to do. The hostess was close with her. Brooke was talking about shopping with her boy who said that they were out of something, some toy, I think, but she found one. Then I was in a pet store with Ron. There was a marmalade kitten in a kitty cave. The same hostess said that she had a dog for me. I was thinking that Arthur was enough. The dog was black and white, small and shaggy. She called him some kind of fringe. Then Arthur woke me up, jealous, likely.

Dana's Dreams

Dana's Dreams Two

Dana's Dreams Three Revenge of the Dream Hog

Dreams 9/23

   9/23

  I dream so much when I’m not feeling well: my fevered brain. On with the show! In the first dream Ron and I were living in the country. We had a little gray Chihuahua. He had long soft white fur on his chest which he wore like a bib and long gray whiskers. He was very sprightly and energetic. Ron showed me a picture of a black and orange Pomeranian on his phone. He said that he belonged to Kevin Farren, a boy I graduated high school with. He said that Kevin and he played tennis with the dog. Then, the Chihuahua and I were covered in watermelon. Everything was splattered with sticky watermelon from the beige sofa to the white ceiling. After cleaning up the mess I went through the green field that was our front yard to a Chevy Blazer. I climbed in and woke up. 

  If you think that was fun or enough, then you are in for a treat, a Piranha treat. Now Ron and I were in a pet store. Frankie and my childhood dog, my big brother Bree, Hoagie, were also there. I think Ruth Price, a lady I used to work with, ran the place. There was an enormous Piranha, the biggest I’ve ever seen, a foot-and-a-half long, and fat, with its head sticking out of a metal cage. I told Ruth that I was afraid that he would snap off Frankie’s or Hoagie’s face, but she did not seem concerned. 

  In the third dream Ron and I were in a cult. I was baking him some chicken, but he said that he wanted a pretzel. I told him that he could have one on the side. 

  Finally, I dreamed that Frankie was sleeping on the dining room table. When I woke up he was communicating with Arthur from outside the door, telling him about the crunchy feast he’d left on the kitchen floor.

Dana's Dreams

Dana's Dreams Two

Dana's Dreams Three

Hoagie

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