13th September, 2018 Thursday
Sunlight wombed my roost as the pack began to stir. Morning once again.
As I sit on the keystone sofa, surrounded by the pack who sleeps and sighs contentedly, my window frames the sparkle of this cold Gorge morning. Its clear and in the 40’s.
Tea is Earled, honeyed and softened with that cream.
A storm, a storm, there is a storm. Her name is Florence and she is throwing at the Eastern Coastal States of this mighty big country. A million and a half people have been told to leave their homes. Our nation’s refugees fleeing from a storm that’s sourced through the alchemy of many of their insistences that climate change does not exist. Now do you believe?
The home my parents built on an island off the intracoastal waterway may indeed be gone. The surge the storm is pushing is a mythic one. Please, America, please, please, take care of those that flee before the raging of this storm.
Zoi’s People Mama is a force whose gathered quite a crowd around the pack she’s lovingly attending. She attends so well, all the needs of Zoi’s Zoi Mama , two uncles, three sisters, one brother and four four month old cousins, phew, but she does this tending very very very well. They eat better than I do and play all day and sleep very very well. Those of us who have Zoi’s litter pups in other lands are all included in the story of how all at Zoi Family Seat race and play and swim and fool around. Its quite lovely, this gathering, we all love all the pups.
But there is a Brother Zoi, twin he is to My Zoi sweet outside and in. He charmed a family when so very young. That Family whisked off back then and until two days ago, we hadn’t had a word about how his play was done.
Two days ago the storm of news came down on Zoi’s Huge Hearted People Mum, that Twin Brother had to be rescued and that that time was now. The story of his family was such a tender one, we all were sad for them, and happy to bring Twin Bother Dear home to Zoi Family ground.
Well, when his rescuer did arrive at Twin Brother’s family home, in an unwindowed garage its seems he had been bound for quite the long long while. Yes, for quite some time this poor little one had been sleeping on a blanket blue sodden with his pee. You see he has a sore and fur that now is blue. He has no weight, he has strange feet he has akimbo legs and at six months he has not lost his puppy teeth, Dear Jesus, what they did to you. They, this family who we trusted, had not fed or loved him. We are livid and distressed, and sending him our very loving best.
He’s back at Zoi Family Seat in the Northern Forest fine with all of them that love him. Two footed and four footed, big and small, will tend him to full form. But at six months he has not grown to anything he should and he’s head shy cause he was hit. Goddamnit, how dare they, we are just furious.
As his first day at play back at his true Zoi Home, he could not run two hours ago and now is running having fun. All The Zoi and People Mum watch over him. They all will nurse him back with food and fun and love.
This pup is full of life and trust as all of puppies are. To not fill them with the same is just not Right, no no no, its not. Its a tale so full of pain.
I love my Zoi, she is so light, she is such the easy pup. How could these folks do this to such as that gentle loving pup.
No more garage with no light, no more a hungry tum. Your puppy teeth will soon make way for big brave teeth you’ll grow inside once food becomes just right. Your fine fine legs will straighten out as soon as play is all the time and your sweet feet will gather up and help you to the life with love you should have had and now is always yours. So wag and play, Sweet Brother Zoi, you will thrive and shine your light.
And to the family that did treat this gentle soul so rough, I wish you well with your distress that came to you right now. But you had treated this loving dog so badly before all this which slams you now. That slam thats hurting you right now, may indeed be puppy payback and isn’t it a bitch.
He will be fine and out of reach, you should not have a dog. Dogs are Angels who find us when we need their help. He would have, if you’d let him, yes, he would have had you loved. But now you can’t be allowed to have him or his Angel gifts.
So Brother Pup, you will fare well, you will grow into Zoi God. And perhaps because of this, you are Zoi Family’s core. We all are sending light and love to you and People Mum, yes you too. Sleep well with all your gentle pack and dream away your woes. There are rainbows over you from all of us in tow.
And for the rest of you who read the words I write today, if dogs are part of how you need to live your day, remember they are fragile and need all that you can muster. And those of you who do not dog, remember they are Angels who bless all those who do.
And those of you who think it fine to cruel a dog or cat, there is payback lurking there, so think twice before you cruel. Would you enjoy being locked inside a room without a window, with no food and not let out to pee and poo, think about it hard.
Now Zois are special and require a little more than other pups to grow into their finest form. But if a Zoi does come to you, you need to do it right.
I’m done today, this tale of sad and lecture to the air. I love my dogs, and, yes I love that Zoi and her Zoi Twin Brother too.
Ta,
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