Zooming through Aunty Sarah's backyard! I love snow!
Friday, January 14, 2011
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Fostering Maya
Peggy here. Maya joined us on Friday night. She is a beautiful 18 month old red iggy who has been mistreated in the past. She is shy and uncertain but came out of her shell a bit last night. She and Jay get along well and it is possible that Jay has a crush on her. We know that Bea has a crush on Maya because of her keen interest and shyness around her. Taylor as usual couldn't care less, although Taylor does not run to escape her. Maya has been to the dog park twice in the past 2 days and has also been put to work as an iggy ambassador. She will go to Spawz tomorrow.
Jay feels overworked. He has had to go to school at Spawz all week, worked as an iggy ambassador on Thursday night, a host to new guest Maya on Friday night, and then iggy ambassador on Saturday. Apparently he wants a nap and some time to himself. Bea thunders down the hall and jumps at him and he just stares at her in a fog of fatigue, although he did drag her around by the neck for awhile this morning.
Taylor gets combed every night. Bea gets to play Mr. Laserlight and is so worn out that she does not keep the non-kittens awake all night.
Kathy continues to rescue little iggys and to build a practice. She loves her new job.
I continue to submit my novel to literary agents who send awfully polite rejection letters that make me feel more and more like a fiction writer. Here's an excerpt:
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When the moving truck jerked on and swerved off the courtyard, there stood Cookie Lancaster and her little brother Georgie. “Catherine Lee, nickname Cookie,” the skinny girl said. “You should call me Cookie.” She had a blonde pageboy haircut that was uneven. Her clothes were worn out, like they had been through a million washes, and too short. But it was her skinniness that you noticed first. She was a year younger than me. Nickname Cookie. Everybody in her family had one. Don’t you? She named off her aunt’s nicknames, Bootsie, Kitten, Missy. I had never heard of getting a name that was not your own. Cookie was happy with the names, laughing. So why would you want a plain old regular name like “Catherine” anyway. As she told her nickname story, she looked me full in the face, not talking in that way that other girls had, where you talk to someone and look the other way with your radio to your ear. Cookie twinkled when she talked. Her skin shone, her eyes were bright, and she laughed. She couldn’t stand still.
Cookie kept talking and smiling at me. As though I wanted to be there. As though I had planned to listen to someone talk about nicknames all day. Or to come up with one for me. I wanted to send her away with my new sarcastic way. But Cookie stood talking and smiling, and I laughed and looked where she pointed. She was like the little magnet terrier puppies the old neighbors had on their coffee table. You held one in each hand and the magnets worked, locking one terrier to the other terrier, like there was a spell. She’d better go, and I asked why don’t you stay and I’ll show you my books. Cookie didn’t like books and anyway it was time for Georgie’s lunch. Sure, she’d come back later.
Jay feels overworked. He has had to go to school at Spawz all week, worked as an iggy ambassador on Thursday night, a host to new guest Maya on Friday night, and then iggy ambassador on Saturday. Apparently he wants a nap and some time to himself. Bea thunders down the hall and jumps at him and he just stares at her in a fog of fatigue, although he did drag her around by the neck for awhile this morning.
Taylor gets combed every night. Bea gets to play Mr. Laserlight and is so worn out that she does not keep the non-kittens awake all night.
Kathy continues to rescue little iggys and to build a practice. She loves her new job.
I continue to submit my novel to literary agents who send awfully polite rejection letters that make me feel more and more like a fiction writer. Here's an excerpt:
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When the moving truck jerked on and swerved off the courtyard, there stood Cookie Lancaster and her little brother Georgie. “Catherine Lee, nickname Cookie,” the skinny girl said. “You should call me Cookie.” She had a blonde pageboy haircut that was uneven. Her clothes were worn out, like they had been through a million washes, and too short. But it was her skinniness that you noticed first. She was a year younger than me. Nickname Cookie. Everybody in her family had one. Don’t you? She named off her aunt’s nicknames, Bootsie, Kitten, Missy. I had never heard of getting a name that was not your own. Cookie was happy with the names, laughing. So why would you want a plain old regular name like “Catherine” anyway. As she told her nickname story, she looked me full in the face, not talking in that way that other girls had, where you talk to someone and look the other way with your radio to your ear. Cookie twinkled when she talked. Her skin shone, her eyes were bright, and she laughed. She couldn’t stand still.
Cookie kept talking and smiling at me. As though I wanted to be there. As though I had planned to listen to someone talk about nicknames all day. Or to come up with one for me. I wanted to send her away with my new sarcastic way. But Cookie stood talking and smiling, and I laughed and looked where she pointed. She was like the little magnet terrier puppies the old neighbors had on their coffee table. You held one in each hand and the magnets worked, locking one terrier to the other terrier, like there was a spell. She’d better go, and I asked why don’t you stay and I’ll show you my books. Cookie didn’t like books and anyway it was time for Georgie’s lunch. Sure, she’d come back later.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
A book about italian greyhounds
Peggy here. I have written a draft of a book about Italian Greyhounds and Rescue. It's a way to drum up some money for Rescue. It's also fun to write. Here are the igs who are named in the book: Jay, Blaze, Patrick's Lucy, Ruffin, Letta, Gino, Henry, Bob, Rainie, Puccini, Ruby, Damuci, Gina, a couple of Sammys, Janie (r.i.p.), Neville, Daisha, Bruno who is probably named Luka now, Blue and Rio. I imagine the book as having pictures of our little guys and gals, too, so save your favorites. The book will give readers a picture of what Rescue does. Look for the book in your pet store around September...that's what I'm shooting for.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Kitten girls
Peggy here. Kathy has been in Salt Lake City but is due home any time. Jay has been with Blaze and having a blast. Taylor and Bea and I have been at home. Donna has been a help, that's for sure. While Taylor likes her Tiki food, she needs something a little less rich. Bea likes to play light shining on the floor and likes being combed. We miss Jay who is a hoot and provides a lot of life in the house. So does Kathy. They will be home today.
Today is my personal holiday from work and I'm spending it working on a blog for my book, "The Year We Knew Poor". I've submitted synopses to a few literary agencies but no bites yet. Here's a segment from my book:
The man behind the counter handed my mother a key and “Get a flashlight first thing,” the Office said,” because the power goes out all of the time around here.” He showed us a map of the housing project.
It’s a good thing he did because everything looked the same when you looked outside from your car window. The Office gave my mother directions. Our duplex was close to the west edge and at the top of the Project. All of the duplexes sat in an open-mouthed rectangle around a cement courtyard. There was a narrow parking strip on the open end of the rectangle.
My mother drove us through the housing project. There were long blocks of little orange houses. Hundreds of identical houses. There were hills to the right and hills to the left, all smothered by small, orange houses that all looked the same. Up a hill and then down a hill, but no matter what, more orange houses.
I turned around to look at Davey who was looking at me. My mother said that this would be good for us–light mother a cigarette–that it was high time for us two kids to see how the other half lived. This was meant to be good for us–hand mother her cigarette. People should see this, she said. It felt like my mother was laughing at us, looking too closely at our flushed, surprised faces. She said it would be good for us. But there was something that she enjoyed about our confusion. If we’d had that laughing look on our faces the way she did, she would have called us high and mighty.
“This is us,” she said, and we pulled into a parking lot. “Everybody out.” There were kids on monkey bars that were fixed to a square of pavement. There were kids standing in front of the little houses. The kids broke their circles to turn to stare at our car. “We have monkey bars,” Davey said. He ran up to the monkey bars and climbed, then jumped down and fell back in line when our mother said we had to see our new home. I trailed behind my brother. The kids on the monkey bars stared and called out “what’s your name?” “What’s your name, girl with the brown hair?” The kids monkeyed down and stared at us. They were different, like they were covered in pancake batter. They smelled bad. They had matted hair.
Today is my personal holiday from work and I'm spending it working on a blog for my book, "The Year We Knew Poor". I've submitted synopses to a few literary agencies but no bites yet. Here's a segment from my book:
The man behind the counter handed my mother a key and “Get a flashlight first thing,” the Office said,” because the power goes out all of the time around here.” He showed us a map of the housing project.
It’s a good thing he did because everything looked the same when you looked outside from your car window. The Office gave my mother directions. Our duplex was close to the west edge and at the top of the Project. All of the duplexes sat in an open-mouthed rectangle around a cement courtyard. There was a narrow parking strip on the open end of the rectangle.
My mother drove us through the housing project. There were long blocks of little orange houses. Hundreds of identical houses. There were hills to the right and hills to the left, all smothered by small, orange houses that all looked the same. Up a hill and then down a hill, but no matter what, more orange houses.
I turned around to look at Davey who was looking at me. My mother said that this would be good for us–light mother a cigarette–that it was high time for us two kids to see how the other half lived. This was meant to be good for us–hand mother her cigarette. People should see this, she said. It felt like my mother was laughing at us, looking too closely at our flushed, surprised faces. She said it would be good for us. But there was something that she enjoyed about our confusion. If we’d had that laughing look on our faces the way she did, she would have called us high and mighty.
“This is us,” she said, and we pulled into a parking lot. “Everybody out.” There were kids on monkey bars that were fixed to a square of pavement. There were kids standing in front of the little houses. The kids broke their circles to turn to stare at our car. “We have monkey bars,” Davey said. He ran up to the monkey bars and climbed, then jumped down and fell back in line when our mother said we had to see our new home. I trailed behind my brother. The kids on the monkey bars stared and called out “what’s your name?” “What’s your name, girl with the brown hair?” The kids monkeyed down and stared at us. They were different, like they were covered in pancake batter. They smelled bad. They had matted hair.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Adoptions, home visits, Taylor's weight gain
Taylor, our 11 year old kitty, has put on a bit of weight and that's a goooood thing. She has a salmon treat at 8:00 every night. That serves as her appetizer. She is not as bony and emaciated as she was now that we put her food in a place where Bea can't easily get it. We think that Taylor may have washed Bea's face this week.
Leo was adopted to a good home today. Leo was found alongside the highway awhile back, which is a desperate situation for a little iggy to be in. He is now warm and well-fed and busy being the perfect companion.
Kathy's job takes place in a tomb-like setting, a place where no natural light can be found. She works with a great group of people, though, and for a project that is certainly a good cause. Kathy continues her duties as an Italian Greyhound representative. Jay accompanies Kathy, meaning that he continues his job as an ambassador. Other than that, Jay is a popular little fellow at Spawz where he plays with Blaze, Deja, and PD, all of whom are extremely fine italian greyhounds.
Peggy will take up submitting her book, "The Year We Knew Poor", to literary agents over the long Thanksgiving weekend She received a rejection notice from an agent a month ago and is very excited to have received anything. She asks herself, "Will the world ignore a book about a garden estate housing project"? The book is filled with insight about an environment that the monied set up for the poor and who could resist that? Peggy sure couldn't resist it and she wants to share what she saw with you!
It was a sad week in Seattle and in the world in general. Good people were lost. Fears were magnified. But a health care reform bill was passed in the House. And this week we will acknowledge our veterans.
Leo was adopted to a good home today. Leo was found alongside the highway awhile back, which is a desperate situation for a little iggy to be in. He is now warm and well-fed and busy being the perfect companion.
Kathy's job takes place in a tomb-like setting, a place where no natural light can be found. She works with a great group of people, though, and for a project that is certainly a good cause. Kathy continues her duties as an Italian Greyhound representative. Jay accompanies Kathy, meaning that he continues his job as an ambassador. Other than that, Jay is a popular little fellow at Spawz where he plays with Blaze, Deja, and PD, all of whom are extremely fine italian greyhounds.
Peggy will take up submitting her book, "The Year We Knew Poor", to literary agents over the long Thanksgiving weekend She received a rejection notice from an agent a month ago and is very excited to have received anything. She asks herself, "Will the world ignore a book about a garden estate housing project"? The book is filled with insight about an environment that the monied set up for the poor and who could resist that? Peggy sure couldn't resist it and she wants to share what she saw with you!
It was a sad week in Seattle and in the world in general. Good people were lost. Fears were magnified. But a health care reform bill was passed in the House. And this week we will acknowledge our veterans.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Pet Updates for October
The pets are their usual little selves. Now that we have all gone back to work, Jay goes to school at Spawz every day. We drop him off around 7:00 a.m. and pick him up at 5:30. At first, he thought he was going to reform school because they don't have snuggle sax at Spawz. But his friend Blaze is there and another beautiful iggy named PD, plus other interesting dogs. Jay comes home from school and sleeps, dreaming of tomorrow at Spawz.
Bea is a restless little gal. She gets us up at 4:00 a.m. wanting yet another meal. But the funny thing about Bea is that she has gotten herself a little figure in spite of the many meals that she needs just to keep going. Bea causes much mischief around the house and runs off laughing, hiding under the bed so that she can laugh at us saying "No, no, Beatrice".
Taylor now likes a little salmon appetizer before dinner. We are trying to put a little weight on her. She can't stand Jay and swats at him if he comes near. He is afraid of her but tries to make friends occasionally and probably should just give it up. Taylor gets combed every night no matter what.
Ken and dachsund Fonz visited a couple of weeks ago. Fonz and Jay get along fine. We took them them both to Magnuson Park for a run and the next day to Willis Tucker, a beautiful park north of here. The iggies can't understand how a dachsund can get around with such short legs but Fonz showed them. Fonz is a lean mean weiner machine because she hikes with Ken every weekend. At Willis Tucker, Peggy held little Ruffin, who is a foster with Alice and her pack. Ruffin is a special little guy who needed a lot of attention when he came to Alice's and he is getting that attention. He is happy at Alice's and the rest of the pack has accepted him and his little vulnerabilities.
The big all-iggy halloween costume party happened last weekend. Twenty one iggies in costume. Marcy found the perfect costume for Blaze - a jester's collar. Ruffin wore an extremely scarey tshirt with a skull on it. There were princesses and Elvis and all the things an iggy would want to be.
Today a beautiful iggy named Leo will come into rescue. He was found alongside a highway. He's about 3 years old. Someone is going to get a very fine looking iggy.
Lucy, who stayed with us her first weekend in rescue and who will be adopted by Patrick and Brett, is staying with us over Thanksgiving. Lucy has a sweet disposition and can't help enough. When we took her to Patric's and Brett's, she was immediately happy and that's a sign. We think she liked the lake view, which we can't offer her. She took little Tess under her wing and they are a happy household.
Blaze Got Into Something a couple of wks ago and gave us all a scare. He probably found Whatever It Was in the grass or on a sidewalk or on the ground at the dogpark while he was walking or playing. Blaze did not feel at all well for a day or two. He stared into space and was not at all his usual social self. Blaze is an extremely popular little iggy, feisty and full of fun, and his journey inward was not at all like him. We took his Woodstock albums away from him.
Peggy received a rejection notice from a literary agency and now feels like a real writer. She will send a letter and a synopsis of her book to other agencies and that's the name of the game. Peggy took a pranayama class (yoga breathing) this week and loved it.
Kathy likes her new job. They are lucky to have her, Peggy thinks. We are lucky to have jobs. We have a carpool now and it is highly convenient. We ate at the hospital cafeteria for lunch all week and while Kathy liked it, Peggy lost weight. We will head to the grocery store today so that we are not subject to chef's surprise at the cafeteria all week.
Peggy, half asleep one morning, reached over and stroked what she thought was Jay's head poking out from under the covers. It turned out to be the tv remote.
That's it from our house!
Bea is a restless little gal. She gets us up at 4:00 a.m. wanting yet another meal. But the funny thing about Bea is that she has gotten herself a little figure in spite of the many meals that she needs just to keep going. Bea causes much mischief around the house and runs off laughing, hiding under the bed so that she can laugh at us saying "No, no, Beatrice".
Taylor now likes a little salmon appetizer before dinner. We are trying to put a little weight on her. She can't stand Jay and swats at him if he comes near. He is afraid of her but tries to make friends occasionally and probably should just give it up. Taylor gets combed every night no matter what.
Ken and dachsund Fonz visited a couple of weeks ago. Fonz and Jay get along fine. We took them them both to Magnuson Park for a run and the next day to Willis Tucker, a beautiful park north of here. The iggies can't understand how a dachsund can get around with such short legs but Fonz showed them. Fonz is a lean mean weiner machine because she hikes with Ken every weekend. At Willis Tucker, Peggy held little Ruffin, who is a foster with Alice and her pack. Ruffin is a special little guy who needed a lot of attention when he came to Alice's and he is getting that attention. He is happy at Alice's and the rest of the pack has accepted him and his little vulnerabilities.
The big all-iggy halloween costume party happened last weekend. Twenty one iggies in costume. Marcy found the perfect costume for Blaze - a jester's collar. Ruffin wore an extremely scarey tshirt with a skull on it. There were princesses and Elvis and all the things an iggy would want to be.
Today a beautiful iggy named Leo will come into rescue. He was found alongside a highway. He's about 3 years old. Someone is going to get a very fine looking iggy.
Lucy, who stayed with us her first weekend in rescue and who will be adopted by Patrick and Brett, is staying with us over Thanksgiving. Lucy has a sweet disposition and can't help enough. When we took her to Patric's and Brett's, she was immediately happy and that's a sign. We think she liked the lake view, which we can't offer her. She took little Tess under her wing and they are a happy household.
Blaze Got Into Something a couple of wks ago and gave us all a scare. He probably found Whatever It Was in the grass or on a sidewalk or on the ground at the dogpark while he was walking or playing. Blaze did not feel at all well for a day or two. He stared into space and was not at all his usual social self. Blaze is an extremely popular little iggy, feisty and full of fun, and his journey inward was not at all like him. We took his Woodstock albums away from him.
Peggy received a rejection notice from a literary agency and now feels like a real writer. She will send a letter and a synopsis of her book to other agencies and that's the name of the game. Peggy took a pranayama class (yoga breathing) this week and loved it.
Kathy likes her new job. They are lucky to have her, Peggy thinks. We are lucky to have jobs. We have a carpool now and it is highly convenient. We ate at the hospital cafeteria for lunch all week and while Kathy liked it, Peggy lost weight. We will head to the grocery store today so that we are not subject to chef's surprise at the cafeteria all week.
Peggy, half asleep one morning, reached over and stroked what she thought was Jay's head poking out from under the covers. It turned out to be the tv remote.
That's it from our house!
Friday, August 21, 2009
Two Kitties and a Puppy
Peggy here, writing for the little pet trio. Taylor is happy with her Tiki food and the time each night when she is combed. She feels stronger and is feistier = the Tiki food.
Bea is a rambunctious little gal, running here and there and tormenting Taylor and Jay and sometimes Kathy and Peggy. She does yoga with Peggy. She watched a little t.v. this week, sitting below the t.v. and staring up at the picture as it moved here and there.
Jay continues to be a little hoot. He is happy to hear that his foster brother Blaze may have misbehaved this week. Jay does yoga, too, especially downward facing dog, which he calls "Mr. Stretchy-Stretch". We are going to a playdate tomorrow where Jay believes that he will be the most handsome Mr. Stretchy Stretch there. He joined Publishers Marketplace this week and hopes that this will help him to find a literary agent. Stay tuned for news of that!
Bea is a rambunctious little gal, running here and there and tormenting Taylor and Jay and sometimes Kathy and Peggy. She does yoga with Peggy. She watched a little t.v. this week, sitting below the t.v. and staring up at the picture as it moved here and there.
Jay continues to be a little hoot. He is happy to hear that his foster brother Blaze may have misbehaved this week. Jay does yoga, too, especially downward facing dog, which he calls "Mr. Stretchy-Stretch". We are going to a playdate tomorrow where Jay believes that he will be the most handsome Mr. Stretchy Stretch there. He joined Publishers Marketplace this week and hopes that this will help him to find a literary agent. Stay tuned for news of that!
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