The Rip Van Wrinkler, XX, Issue 1, February 2016
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Mark your calendars! Our Beat the Winter Doldrums Brunch February 7th, 11 am, chez Apu, blintzes and champagne.
The Wrinkler is published quarterly: February, May, August & November. The contents of The Rip Van Wrinkler do not necessarily represent the opinions of the editors, or the membership. All rights to reproduce any part of The Rip Van Wrinkler® shall be done solely with the permission of the editors. The RVW Club is affiliated with the BCOA The Rip Van Wrinkle Basenji Club & Wrinkler ONLINE: www.rvwbasenjiclub.org As the Tail Turns 1999, a memory, from the List-Server B-List ---In Which We Meet a Bear----
If all you know of Woodstock is, like, "Woodstock," let me tell you that we are in the Catskill Mountains & there's a town named Bearsville just west of the village, out past the 'flats.'
And the bears do come around. There are foxes & coyotes & lots of deer & raccoons & possums & all the rest too. I've set the picture, so. . .
Big Crash! I run towards our screened porch were the dogs were hanging out.
TRILL & NINER & GEM came running in. "WE Have to go out NOW," they said in chorus. OK--So we all run the other way to my bedroom window which is their way to their fenced backyard (very large, rocks & hills). Up on the chest & out the window they go, followed by Hip Hop, Calliope & even SOPHIE, who at almost 12 needs a wee boost up - don't tell her I told you that. So, Picture this, THEY'RE ALL RUNNING OUTSIDE, & I finally go back to the porch to finally discover WHAT'S UP! There's a Large Black BEAR smiling at me 'cause he has just overturned my l4 year old garbage dumpster & has sunflower seeds sticking to his flews 'cause there were 50 pounds of them in there.
OMYGOSH! SO I run back to the bedroom window & do my sweetest, "pup pup pup pup--" & stick my head out 'cause there's no COMMOTION & THERE THEY ALL ARE, 4 at the fence (only 4 ft. high), nose to nose with SAID Bear. Hippy & Calliope, who must be wise in BEAR FACTS, standing sentinel on a large rock.
OHNYOHMYOHMY! In the back room I run, get "cookie" jar, open wee back door, & shakes the jar, "Cookies...." Never did understand the sense in screaming these things & they all trot in. "YOU CALLED, MOM? " I said, "Sit.." & they all did, as always for a "cookie!"
Tomorrow I'll deal with the remains of the bear's feast & now I'll go back to the Football game. All's well with the basenjis, who think football is boring, except when the 49ers are playing.
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