got a new dog bed
So Terry, my aide, shows up to work one
day in March bearing gifts. She had gotten some shampoo
and conditioner that she knew Herman and I both like. She
also came with a dog bed. She found it at Wal-Mart in Gloversville
and it’s really adorable. As soon as she put it down,
Moxie curled right up on it.
You should know a little history about her
old doggie bed. Because I don’t want her sleeping
on our furniture, I place wicker baskets on the love seats
and had her lay on a thin rug. This was obviously not comfortable,
so I had gotten a dog bed about a year ago at Wal-Mart.
She had torn that bed with her claws, we had recovered it,
but that was also torn. The cats would often hide in the
rip and peak out. But for all the cuteness of that, it desperately
I was going to again recover the bed by
going to JoAnn Fabric in Amsterdam (with the assumption
that Terry would play seamstress again) but when she saw
a complete bed that was inexpensive (and she could save
a bunch of sewing and fitting) Terry jumped at the chance
of giving Moxie a new bed. She also stuffed the old bedding
into the new bed to make it all the more comfy.
The cats have free reign of the house and
can sleep anywhere they like. We have found Sally, in particular,
in some very odd places-on top of the refrigerator, on the
kitchen cupboards, in the window over the bathtub and even
in the recycling basket. Of course, any new box or paper
bag instantly becomes a plaything and place to curl up.
Moxie’s new bed has a design of dogs
on it. It’s hunter green as a background, She seems
very proud of her bed. Since she doesn’t have quite
the free run of the house that the cats have, she seems
to treasure anything that is especially dedicated to her
use. A small teddy bear that is hers (and used to be mine)
is something she guards and carries like it is something
The cats each sleep primarily on cushioned
chairs beside the dog bed in the living room. Sally has
taken to spending a lot of time at the foot of our bed as
well. But that seems more likely because there is a bird
feeder just outside the window by our bed rather than any
reason to be close to Herman and I. Or maybe not.
Speaking of the bird feeder, I haven’t
had my rave about the squirrels yet this year. They seem
to love the sunflower seed in the feeder and even eat the
plastic around the feeder openings so it will flow faster.
I wish we could keep the feeder for birds only. Each time
the squirrel appears and I am in the room, I ask Herman
to send Moxie out to chase them away. She thinks of it as
a regular duty and seems to be eager (but never quite fast
enough) as she chases out the door.
But then there is that one red squirrel
that Sally seems to have made friends with and bonded in
a way I didn’t think possible. As they play and chase
each other back and forth through the window and on the
sill I can’t help but think the squirrels might have
a place here after all. But Terry won’t be buying
them any beds.
Spira, a native of Cleveland who pursued an acting career
in NYC and Los Angeles, now pursues free lance writing from
Caroga Lake here in Fulton County. Previous columns may be
accessed at her web site www.kathrynskorner.com"