Close Call for a slipper

"What do you think, Bro? Where are we? Look at those big, dogs out there. One has horns. "

"I don't know little sister, all I remember is being put in a box and then it was dark. I know one thing. This isn't the same place we lived in before."

"Do you think the new lady will wear us? "

"Probably not 'till it gets cold. She looks like someone who goes barefoot a lot."

" Oh. Well..., I haven't seen any cats. Do you think they have cats, Bro?"

"Don't know. I did hear a dog bark though. "

"Maybe they sent the big white one with us."

"I don't think so."

" They liked that white dog, didn't they? They wouldn't have given him to someone else."

"Ya, that's true. But I'm sure I hear a dog bark. Hold on . She's moving us into another room. Hey, don't throw us around like that! What the...., hey Sis, I fell off . I'm down here on the floor."

"I see you. Are you all right? Oh ...., what's that. Bro, watch out! Behind you...., it's....,oh no...., it's a dog."

" Help! Help! A dog is attacking my brother. Stop, you bad dog. Don't you hurt my brother. Stop!"

"Sis, quick, throw a pillow at it. Ahggg..., Ou..., Hey, stop, you mutt. Get off of me. You're lucky I'm just a slipper and not a real monkey. Sis..., don't just lay there, throw something. Sis?....."

"I don't know what to do. Bad dog!..., stop...., "

"Hey, watch the ears. OOf!.... Sis, I could use a little help, here."

"Some one's coming Bro........, oopsy daisy."

"That was a close call. I never want to be that close to losing my stuffing again."

" I'm pretty sure it was a dog. It was so little and fast.I was just so scared."

"YOU were scared. I was the one on the floor! Look at me. I have dog hair and saliva all over me. My tie is crooked. I think part of my nose is missing. I'm lucky to have my eyes and ears attached."

" I'm sorry Bro, I just didn't know what to do. I think we're safe now.

"I hope so. This looks like a closet. That lady put us on a shelf and she took that little monster out with her. I think were are safe, for a while."

"Brother?"
"What."
"I don't want to be a slipper anymore."
"Why?"
"Because I just feel vulnerable and used."
"Tell me about it."
"That was a close call wasn't it?"
"Yes, it was Sis."
"Are you sure you're OK?"
"I will be when I think of some way to keep our stuffing."
"Could we become real monkeys?"
"Maybe..., just maybe."

Will this story continue? Is there hope for a couple of slippers in a house with a little dog? Can monkey slippers become real monkeys? Stay tuned....

Monkeyshine Friendship

On Saturday, there was a package in the mailbox from my friend Jan of Little Pink Houses fame. She and her friends in the Bay Area have the store Room With A Past in Walnut Creek that's open three days and one evening a month. We found out( through our blogs) that we grew up together in Pleasant Hill, Ca. and that our parents knew each other..., AND that our dads knew each other in Napa, Ca. where they grew up together. Sometimes it really is a very small world, isn't it?
Well, at some point in our blogging life together MONKEYS became an issue. I won't go into the details, but suffice it to say, we have had an on-going battle of wits about monkeys, which has become so funny at times that I would miss it if it just went away. So..., that is why I'm now the owner of a cute pair of "monkey" slippers which ( be sure you don't tell her this ) I think are just adorable and as long as they don't bite me, I will wear them forever. Look at them! They are so cute.

She also sent me a plethora of goodies for my collage work , including a dictionary page out of the "M's" for, what else, MONKEYS. She sent some beautiful old buttons, sheet music, old photos, tags, dominoes, and my name in Scrabble pieces. Very cool things!!

This is my first name in Navajo. ( Isn't it beautiful? Do you believe me?) It's only 8 points. Guess I should try another language.
Thanks Jan. I don't know what to say except that monkeys are growing on me and you have given me some of the best laughs I have had in years. See you in a couple of weeks when I just happen to be in town on the days that Room With a Past is open..., or sooner, depending on how Mom is doing. Love ya....