6th October, 2018 Saturday
The day dawned wet and cold and grey. My DNA soaks up chill and wet like mother’s milk. Blood memories of Northern European Medieval Scapes. As the day wore on the clouds dispersed and the sun lit the colors in the landscape like lighting an ancient tapestry. Nature and her Seasonal Ballet. Chaotic Random Perfect Design.
The construction of the Dream tales eludes me like trying to hold the tale of a wild wind ripped kite. I know the cast was family and my friends and some of the list of dogs but what we all were doing I am not sure. The kite of dreams is flying way up high and I know its up there, that speck in the sky but I cannot see its shape or colors or even its long long tail that I let go of early in the day.
To Market, to Market, oh yes we did, Husband, me and our Super Zoi in her bright red cape. Hopped out of her chariot, and trotted toward the crowd without a hitch. Happy to be petted and admired by people who were handed off a treat to let her know how fine it was she was shining her little great big lovely light in public. She tugged the leash investigating passing dogs. Some people are being walked by their leashed dogs. Those pulling leashed dogs have a totally different agenda about what they are pulling towards than their dragged people know. Super Zoi was curious today about them all but watchful about their dancing to come towards her. I told many of their people to take them the other way. People who do Show Dog have an etiquette about how Dogs do interact. They do not when in a crowd. An old woman being dragged by her bulldog terrier mix who has the devil in her eye like a laser beamed on Super Zoi had no idea that her precious was looking to be vicious if she got to close. I told her, please to go. I am sure because of this I will be labeled Market Dog Bitch but I don’t care as Super Zoi had a super fabuloso day amidst the Market gathering. She laid her lovely head on many of their tables. That head was stroked by some who knew how fine she was and some who had no clue. But she stayed them all. And at the end she was adored by woman who at least knew she was some relation to a greyhound. So I stopped her long enough to shoot a shot of Super Zoi at Market.
So here’s the proof.
Tea was green and steps 10k+
Ta.
Tea With Me 