Sundays With Sir Poops-A-Lot: Hair Ball Says That’s Not Fair

Hair Ball

It’s not fair pansy-boy is getting better stuff than me. It’s not fair! It’s not fair! He’s getting all kinds of special things. Mummsy carries him everywhere in the house. He’s even got a special place on the sofa now and I’m not allowed to head butt him off anymore.     

It’s not fair he gets a special water bottle on his house door.

He even gets his breakfast served to him in bed.

He even wears something called a diaper now. I want to wear one. It’s so not fair.

It’s not fair he’s getting all this special attention. I want to be carried all around the house. I want a special spot on the sofa. I want my food delivered to my bed. What’s the deal?

SPAL: Actually stupid, it’s rather humiliating to wear a diaper. I’ll be glad to share. As for all this special attention, it’s nice up until I do my poops and pees into the diaper-thing. Mummsy now puts me in the Great White Watery Abyss of Torture twice a day now. She says she doesn’t want me to smell like a toilet.

HB: But it’s still not fair!

SPAL: Nope. Life’s not fair. Get used to it kid. I never thought I’d end up like this. I’m totally dependent on mummsy right now.

HB: I want to be sick! I want to be sick! We could be sick together.

SPAL: ***shakes his head*** Being sick isn’t what it’s all cracked up to be, but it is nice being treated like royalty. I’ll be glad when I don’t have to wear diapers anymore. I hope the neurologist will be able to fix my legs.

HB: Me, too. Then I can head butt you off the sofa again.

A Sick Sir Poops-A-Lot

I apologize if I haven’t responded to your comments and for not being at your blogs to read. For one I had a family emergency to attend to with regard to my one of my daughters.

Secondly, Sir Poops-A-Lot isn’t well. Within the last 24 hours he’s lost all ability to walk and support himself. Three of his legs collapse when he tries.

I am a teary mess watching him go through this. Tomorrow we go back to the vet and hopefully they’ll be able tell me what’s wrong with him. Right now, he’s terribly depressed because he suddenly can’t do the fun things he likes to do.

So I’ll keep you all updated.

Later in the ink,

Shelly

Travel Tales: Driving from Galilee to the Desert

Sunday, September 12, 2011

The night before we drove toward the deserts I caught the sun going down over the mountain in Galilee. Sadness filled me because our stay in Israel was coming to an end.

The next morning we had to get to another kibbutz. Sweetman had a meeting with the head cheese at Shamir. This kibbutz manufactures optical lenses.

After, we took the scenic route to get to Jerusalem. I took a few good shots of the Sea of Galilee.

On our travels we came across rows and rows of date palms.

For miles everything was green until we ended up in the Negev and the Judean desert. At the top of the sand mountain or hill, is a makeshift Palestian home. It’s walls are made from cardboard and aluminum. Sometimes you’ll see old clothing sown together for the front and even the sides of their homes. None of my other pictures turned out.

We had miles and miles of desert.

We followed the guy below. He was toting a group of sheep. I don’t know where they’re traveling to, but he’s going to be a part of my blogfest I’ll be hosting along with the telephone from the flea market in Jafa.

We followed him all the way to the Judean Desert and a small Palestinian town. Man, was he slow, too!

I don’t know how these women can wear all those clothes. I was roasting in the air conditioned car. The further we got into the desert, my head throbbed from the outside heat. Being in the desert was the equivalent to being a turkey in a convection oven. It sucked the life out me despite the amount of water I drank.

As we entered Jerusalem, the car over heated loosing it’s get up and go. It was our prayers that got us to where we wanted to go. Jafa Gate. The Cardo. And, The Wailing Wall.

Once we made it there, Sweetman had morphed into an unpleasant creature but we’ll talk about that another time.

I’m hoping to post our adventure in Jerusalem tomorrow. Keep your fingers crossed for me. Lately, my life’s been an unexpected adventure and it’s getting on my nerves. When all the surprises come to a halt, I’ll write about it in an upcoming post in a Beth Muscat-fairytale-style-way.

You all should go check out her fun blog @All Kidding Aside. Yesterday, she had a pumpkin puking in a toilet. She also does fabulous posts on Wal-Martians (Wal- Mart peeps) and she has a love for kitties. And sometimes, she writes these really cool fairytales using her bloggy-buddies as characters.

Oh and, one more thing. Beth has published some books. Remember the Eyes series (which I’ve read-very sweet). The Bracelet and Wildflower. She’s a paranormal romance author. I implore all of you to go check her out.

Okay, this concludes this post for the day.

Hope your real life is drama free and your fiction life flourishes in it.

Shelly

Sundays With Sir Poops-A-Lot and Hair Ball: Tummy Ache

Friday was the worse day of my life. I never knew miserable until that day. My stomach made the funniest sounds like a wild beast growling and snarling on the inside. My poor tummy felt as if someone gnawed on it all day long. Nothing made it stop.

I thought sitting on mummsy’s lap would make it better so I begged and begged for it, but it didn’t help. She smoothed my fur back and forth but it wouldn’t go away.

I ran down stairs and begged for my favorite chew, thinking it would help but it didn’t.

My pansy-brother, Sir Poops-A-Lot, suggested sunning. He even tried to soothe me but that didn’t work either.

I tried sitting on the stairs to get rid of it. Nope nothing. Nothing worked!

I thought for sure the monsters on the inside were going to eat me from the inside out. It was terrible. Just terrible. Death loomed at my door that day. The Grim Reaper was after me for sure.

When mummsy took me outside, pansy suggested I eat grass. Mummsy said no because of germs. She tried giving me my favorite fruit. Apples. I sniffed at them and decided not to try any. My tummy hurt really bad. I couldn’t even go poo but I tried.

I didn’t even want to play with my girlfriend, Cupcake. She didn’t understand.

So I went to my most favorite spot in the house. Awww! I sang myself to sleep.

What else could I do?The next morning I got up and did my morning walk with mummsy. I finally made poo and the growly beast left my tummy. 

I guess poo can be a lot like bad, bad monsters. Mummsy said that was my problem all along. She’s so smart. I feel so much better now.

Travel Tales: The City of Jafa

The city of Jafa sits right outside of Tel Aviv. It’s 4000 years old. This morning I’m sharing some pictures. No stories because I’m short on time.

It sits on the Mediterranean.

 

It’s pretty popular for it’s flea markets.

The next picture is something I haven’t seen in a long time. I’m also thinking maybe it will be a portal for a blogfest in a couple months I’ll be hosting.

Here are some more sights around the city.

Date palms were all throughout ready for the picking.

The streets were crowded with parked cars.

The above is a picture of chandelier that hangs in the restaurant Aladin. The food is delish there too. I had a REAL tuna salad, hummus, falafel balls, and pita.

  I love taking pictures of balconies and windows. They’re interesting. They tell a little about the people who reside indoors.

Anyway, this concludes this post. I know I’ve been posting sporadically. My work schedule is crazy. I’ve also got a boss who calls and texts me at 4 am to come in on my day off to cover shifts.

Today, I’m going south to watch my grandson, see my daughters, and my dad.

And also, I’ve been cranking out my edits and rewrites to Secondhand Shoes, A Novel. I’ve posted some new snippets and  a ‘Where I’m At’ message. Just press on the link above and check it out if you’ve got time.

That’s all for now folks!

See you all later in the ink!

Shelly

Sundays with Sir Poops-A-Lot and Hair Ball: The Attack

Sir Poops-A-Lot

Hair Ball

 

HB: You’re such a pansy! I can’t believe you rolled over onto your back and basically played dead.

SPAL: It was the smart thing to do, stupid.

HB: We were minding our own business looking for a private spot to use the toilet with mummsy’s assistance.

SPAL: You mean toity.

HB: Whatever! Let me finish what I have to say.

SPAL: (He raises his brows) Go on then. We already know who the gentleman is around here anyway.

HB: So we find nice spot. Me in the grass. You in the gutter. (He shakes his head) Pansy. Afraid of getting your paws dirty.

SPAL: Are you going to get on with whatever it is you have to say? Do you have  a point to make here?

HB: (He smiles) You’re a yellow-belly. That’s what you are. A yellow-belly! You did nothing to protect mummsy that’s the whole point.

SPAL: What in the world do you mean?

HB: Well, when the black, Goliath fur-person charged toward us, mummsy screamed and you hid behind her before you slipped out of your collar.

SPAL: It’s a tactical tactic I always use and a brave one I might add.

HB: You ran at least three feet away from us while I valiantly stood in front of my mummsy and protected her. I told that beast to get away or else I’d bite him a good one.

SPAL: You looked stupid, stupid.

HB: Not as stupid as you, pansy-boy.

SPAL: But my tactic worked much better then yours.

HB: How’s that?

SPAL: I was a decoy. I lured him away from mummsy.

HB: Oh please.

SPAL: (He smirks) It worked, I detained him with my euphoric scent. Instead of him biting anybody, I offered him delightful and friendly scents from my bum and other places.

HB: (Crinkles up his nose)

SPAL: If you noticed, stupid, the giant fur-person’s daddy-o was able to capture him because of my wise move. Did you think for one moment what could’ve happened if you had bitten him? They would’ve taken you away in a squad car and put you in jail.

HB: Yeah. Right.

SPAL: Yeah. (He nods) Right. You know, on the cop shows, they always arrest the person who causes the injuries. Always.

HB: Oh.

SPAL: Yeah. I think you really need to follow my lead next time.

Travel Tales: Sweetman and the Hula River, and Hiking

Saturday, September 10, 2011

On this particular morning, we got up early because today we’re going kayaking on the Hula River (Sorry no pics. Cameras and cell phones weren’t aloud). I caught the sun rising over the mountain.

Before we went kayaking, we had a traditional Israeli breakfast. Three egg omelet with mushrooms, green onions, and herbs. Salad with chopped cucumbers and tomatoes. A big basket of bread (they’ve got the best bread ever). Dates. Figs. Goat cheese. Olives. Kefir. Tuna (sometimes salmon or mackerel). Fresh squeezed orange, carrot, or pomegranate juice or mix them together. Cappuccino. OMG. The Israelis know how to serve a fabulous breakfast.

So after this feast we headed to the Hula River.

Daniella: Do you want to take the family trip or the challenging trip?

Me: Sweetman would never make it on  the challenging one. Let’s do the family.

Daniella: Are you sure? The challenging one is longer and more fun.

Sweetman: I’ll do whatever you two want.

Me: We’ll do the family. I’m telling you he won’t survive the challenging one.

Daniella: Okay then.

We bought our tickets for the family one and headed out to find the bus traveling to the Hula.

Once there, we were instructed to pick a life jacket. Sweetman picked up a child-size one and put it on.

Sweetman: It doesn’t fit.

Me: Because it’s for a child.

He proceeded to try and button it across his Fluffy. It didn’t work. He grunted and groaned.

Me: It’s for a child and it will never fit around your pumpkin-sized belly.

Reluctantly, he removed the vest and mozzied around another row of them and fingered through them. He looked helpless so one of the workers helped him find the right size.

Once fitted properly, we got our kayak and ores .

Sweetman: You sit in the front.

Me: Why?

Sweetman: Because I’ve never down this before.

Yup. I pretty much figured that one out.

Daniella got in the back.

For the entire ride he sat with his arms crossed in front of his chest hanging onto his life vest for dear life. Every now and then I’d looked over my shoulder at him. Either he had the widest smile across his face or his eyes were squeezed shut.

Me: Daniella he’s got the life. Two women doing all the work battling the rapids.

She chuckled.

Me: Wonder Woman, Super Girl, and the Wimp. Wow! You’ve got it made, Sweetman. Good thing you’ve got me to protect you.

Sweetman: But I told you, I’ve never done this before.

Me: We got that.

The journey on the Hula River took us two hours.

Later that day, Sweetman and me went hiking through Galilee. Below are some of the sights we saw.

We came across avocado, apple, and peach trees. The kibbutz grows them. Below is an avocado tree.

 

 

Apple trees.

We came across an old army look out tower along with some other stuff. Sweetman says it was from the Seven Day War, in 1967.

 

 

Below is a memorial set up for it.

Below are more pics of what we saw on our adventure.

The sky was beautiful that day.

 

More avocado trees.

We saw a lot of these holes along the way. Some creatures residence I suppose.

We made it back to the kibbutz safe and sound. We walked around there for a while.

An old olive tree

Edible cactus.

We ended our evening at Focaccia, a near-by restaurant. It serves some to the finest Israeli gourmet.

Sweetman and me had the Lamb Kabob. Absolutely to die for. Total yum.

Daniella had a Chicken Lentil dish.

 

Before we went to bed, we hung out on the porch and I got a great picture of the full moon.

 

I’ll be back with more. My work schedule has been insane.

Have a great day folks!

Happy blogging, reading, and writing!

See you all later in the ink,

Shelly