Joyanna Adams

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My Most Wonderful Christmas Treat

Nobody Flashes

Okay. I know this first sentence, according to all the “How to write.” courses given in every classroom in the world is supposed to set up the subject that you will read ahead, but guess what?

Tough!

I’m not in the mood to be boring. I don’t even want to work that hard today. I drive myself crazy enough.  Okay? Okay.

Instead, I want to randomly tell you about most favorite Christmas present this year. One that I have already gotten.

Remember I told you that my beloved dog Koko died not long ago? Well….

First: I have to explain what Koko did to set this up:

Before we got Zippy, that’s our other dog, Koko’s first companion was a shih tzu named Nikki. Koko, being the pup at the time, would forever pick on poor Nikki. Every time we’d see Koko pick on poor Nikki we’d say to her:

“Someday, Karma is going to get you back Koko. Just you wait!” Basically, she bullied the sweet-natured Nikki every chanced she got.

After Nikki passed away, the biggest surprise (next to the continuous election of Nancy Pelosi), came upon us. Koko went into a deep depression.

How could this be?

There wasn’t a day that went by where Koko didn’t pick on Nikki. We thought she HATED her, like real siblings. Like I’ve hated my older brother when we were kids— every time he jumped on top of me, sat on me, pinned my arms down helplessly and lightly slapped my face all the time laughing…..

You know that sort of bullying. The harm done is mostly…annoying.

After three weeks, I couldn’t take it any longer.

“We’ve got to get another dog for her.” I told my husband.

So, out we went out one day, Koko in tow, to different animal shelters. We would pick a dog, walk them both around the outside of the kennels, to see if Koko got along with any of them. But it didn’t matter. Nope. She could have cared less.

We came home, still worried about her. She was STILL sad. Clearly, this wasn’t going to work.

“I know!” I said in one of my rare eureka moments…” We’ll get a puppy and tell her she’s the mama!”

Humans can be so stupid. Like the inventor of the “unisex bathrooms” I thought I was onto something.

Here’s where GOD, or synchronicity takes over. My husband has always wanted an American Eskimo. Don’t ask me why. It came to him while we were driving around looking for a pet store to buy Koko a puppy.

“I’ve always wanted an American Eskimo.” he said…making a right turn onto one of the many thousands of glutton streets of fast food lanes in the nation.

“Really? You’ve never told me that.” I said. A conversation that never came up in any moment of sex.

Who knew?

And guess what? The very FIRST pet store we went to in a mall, there were TWO small American Eskimo puppies. Brother and sister.

“Okay, but we are NOT spending more than $300.” I told my husband. I’m the keeper of the financial gate, and I was adamantly FIRM about this. “Okay. That’s the boundary. No more than $300.”

The two puppies were brought out, and there I was, watching my husband lie on the floor with these two adorable little white fluffs, and ONE of them wanted to play, with him. The ‘sister.” And then, she would turn around and pick on her smaller brother.

I should have seen the future in that moment. But no, all I could see was the happiness on my husband’s’ face.

You know where this is going. I stood at the register, and not only paid $500 for the pup, but food, a collar, shots, and probably a year’s subscription to puppy training at the puppy gym on Rodeo drive, and a trip to Paris for fashion puppy pictures.

The proud papa walked out of the mall, a star. Everyone wanted to pet the adorable puppy.

When we got home, I started in on KOKO.

“KOKO! You’re a mama! Oh…look how cute your baby is!” I said.

Koko had never seen a ‘puppy’ before. (That’s what I told myself) but clearly, she remembered HER mama, because she really did start acting like a mama. She would use her nose to make a wonderful bed for her ‘pup’. She would constantly bark at that little pup. And play with her, and then…she did the one thing that most mammas will do: She started hiding away her food.

At first, I thought it was to be able to be a good mama. You know, starve herself so that she made sure she had forever a stack of food for her child.

But, Zippy never lacked for food. In fact, she would eat EVERYTHING in sight. Put it in front of her, and she ate it up like a small vacuum with feet. 

Once we left her at a kennel while we went on a trip to Vegas and when we got back, they said she ate all the other’s dog’s food too, and wanted more money for their loss.

Another thing: The reason I thought this was why KoKo was hoarding food like a squirrel was because I remembered my mother, when we were young, would cook a chicken and eat the gizzards.

“Mom! There’s no chicken left for you!” I would say when I was a kid.

“I LIKE the gizzards” she would say.

Yes—mom sacrificed for us. She made sure her family ate first. Dad, and my brother and I ate the chicken dinner, my mother ate the gizzards. It’s a wonder she didn’t die of gizzard cancer.

No, she didn’t ‘hide’ the chicken, but just the same. She was being a good mother. Was Koko storing food for her and her baby’s future?I’ve often thought about this when I see the STARVING babies in Africa and the mothers look plump, but that’s another blog.

When Zippy came into our lives, that’s when Koko started stashing food. I’d give Zippy a dog treat, and she’d devour it, right then and there. Koko, would gently take it in her mouth, and off she would trot.

Looking for a place to hide it. It was as if she was on the most important mission in the world. A mission…to find the most hidden hiding place she could.

And boy did she hide food. Under the couch, IN the couch, in back of lamps, in corners, under rugs…

For the rest of her life, Koko did this. I never saw her eat a treat, only food from the table. I would be cleaning the house and I would find, sometimes over 50 treats all gathered behind some lamp. If Koko was a human stashing money, she’s have been as rich as Bill Gates.

Most of the time, I would throw away half of those treats, so as not to attract bugs…but I could not find it in myself to deprive her of her bounty.

People would come over and I would have to say, “Just ignore that. That’s Koko’s stash.” We won’t go into sanitary conditions right now…I happened to love my dog. Enough.

Anyway, I never, ever, ever saw Zippy hide a treat. Ever. What we did see is that Instant Karma is real.

Zippy grew up and took over Koko. As Koko aged, I figured she now hid the food for herself, being as Zippy was, the ultimate diva.

Nevertheless, She was the Warren Buffet of food supply. If a disaster hit, and the house fell upon us all, we could reach out with our arms and find a milk bone, within arm’s reach, thanks to Koko.

Then Koko passed away. I started cleaning all the rooms, Finding the treats and putting them in the trash. I had them all cleaned up, …as far as I knew I had gotten every single treat ever hidden. We are talking hundreds.

Now, here’s where it gets interesting:

About a week after KoKo passed on, I bought some brand new tennis shoes. They were lying right near the place where I get dressed every morning, and low an behold, one morning, right in plain sight, placed inside in one of the shoes…
Was one of Koko’s dog treats.

I KNOW Zippy didn’t put it there. I also know I didn’t put it there.

I thought…” Is this a present from my darling Koko?

Come, on….She’s dead. How COULD she do this, I said to myself. 

I forgot about it, tossed out the treat and went on my way.

Then two days later, my husband, who keeps HIS tennis shoes downstairs in the basement, came upstairs and said—

“Guess what? The strangest thing…I found one of Koko’s dog treats in my shoe this morning.”

I had NOT told him about what I had found a week earlier. So, he didn’t know.

One treat, you could say maybe Zippy did it. But Zippy never hid a treat in her ten-year-old life.

And Koko, NEVER put a treat in any of our shoes before.

You tell me.

Was that a present from my sweet departed Koko? Telling us how much she loved us? That she was still around.

Call me a fool, but THIS is the way God shows his face.

There are forces out there, that make us think that souls, even dog souls, maybe do exist pass the body, and I’m here to tell you that for whatever reason, I believe that was my Koko’s way of telling us she loved us.

KoKo was the best mama Zippy could have ever had, and most precious companion to me.

She helped me through many a night while I was caring for my bed ridden mother.

She was one of a kind, and I never saw another dog even look like her.

Yes, Koko left us both a love treat.
A treat forever etched in my heart.

I’m going to start hiding my chocolate…no wait. Just kidding.

What I really want to say is: Only a dog or a pet can stay with you for years, and be the one in your life that will teach you how to love…endlessly.

I’ve never trusted anyone who doesn’t like dogs. They are simply God’s gift to man. (And women, and kids, and let’s even put transsexuals in this too.)

There is no ending to this. Only….this Christmas I’m putting back some of her treats in her favorite hiding places.

I want HER to know, we too, are still here…to love. And we will miss her until we die.

And Koko, if you are reading this….Zippy misses you too. Trust me. The food bowl is just not the same.

 

 

December 22, 2018 Posted by | love, Uncategorized | | 1 Comment

Nobody Flashes

Sooner or later, they ALL do a Christmas album.

And yes, I’m just as busy as everyone else, but LAST night, for the first time in my neighborhood, there was a crowd of about 100 young men and women walking around the block singing Christmas carols.

In THIS neighborhood, it was nothing short of a Christmas miracle. Everyone put up lights this year, and THAT has never happened either.

President Trump…made the difference. Nuff said.

Anyway…Wow. Enjoy.

December 22, 2018 Posted by | Christmas | , | Leave a comment

   

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