Here are Ziggy and Zion. They stayed with us for a few months when our human sister Jaaron first moved up to New York from Virginia. But then Zion and Shane got into a big fight and almost killed each other, so Jaaron took Ziggy and Zion to her new apartment in New York. It was nice for them because they had missed Jaaron a lot and also Kyla, Shana, and Ari were living there. They all love Ziggy and Zion, even if they think they're a little spoiled.
Jaaron had gotten Zion from some guy on the street when she was still in college. He was just handing out puppies to anyone who wanted one. "Yo, anyone wanna a free puppy?" Lucky for Zion, she didn't end up with some psycho dog-fighter guy. Anyway, Jaaron was supposed to give Zion to Joan, but in about two minutes, she loved Zion too much to give her up, so Joan never got her, which worked out really well for me and Shane. Zion was only six weeks old at the time, and that's a so-cute stage in any dog's life, even if they turn out to be all drooling and fat and mangy when they get older. I guess that's the same for people, isn't it? Even George Bush and Saddam Hussein used to be six weeks old. I don't know if they were cute, but I bet their mothers thought they were.
About a year after she adopted Zion, Jaaron decided it was time to get another dog, so she went to a dog prison and found Ziggy . Sad Ziggy was all dirty and her fur was almost as thick as the cage she was locked in, because the prison officials kept the dogs outside, even in winter. Jaaron loved Ziggy the minute she saw her and went to get her boyfriend so he could say yes to another dog, which was kind of dumb since Jaaron was going to get her anyway, no matter what. That's what Jaaron's like, but I guess she was being polite. When she got back to the dog jail, it was locked and there was no way to get Ziggy out of her cage. All she could do was talk to her through the bars and promise to return, which she did, the very next day. But, the prison was still locked. Again, Jaaron promised Ziggy she'd come back. Ziggy just licked Jaaron's fingers and lay down, her somber face between her paws, her brown eyes all teary. It was such a dark, cold day.
Jaaron was really worried that Ziggy would be sent to the death chamber before she could rescue her, because she had already spent almost three months in the cage and no one had come to save her. And even Ziggy was pretty sure she was doomed. She knew she smelled bad and she looked a little outer-space-ish with all that strawberry-blond porcupine fur sticking out all over the place. Life was so bad in the cage, there were times when she thought it would be better to go to the death chamber—not because she wanted to die, but because at least she'd get a little exercise before dying. She got so that she agreed with Mussolini that it was better to live one day as a lion than a hundred years as a caged dog. Sure, Mussolini was an idiot in lots of ways—he liked war and statues of himself—but he had some good ideas about trains running on schedule and about living loudly. He didn't finish up well, but everyone remembers the way he stuck his lips out when he talked.
After going back to get Ziggy three times, Jaaron finally found the jail open, but Ziggy wasn't in her cage. Jaaron got all white and shaky. She tried to keep her voice calm when she asked the jail keeper where Ziggy was, and his mouth dropped open almost to the floor. "She's on her way to get put down. Wait, I'll see if I can get her before they …." And he ran out of the office. Put down means exterminated, which is legal if the State does it. I mean, you can't take a gun and just shoot a dog (well, maybe you can in some states). But, you can bring it to a dog jail and they'll do it for you. That's legal.
Poor Jaaron. She already loved Ziggy because Ziggy was so gentle and had reached through the metal bars of her cage to give out many soft kisses. Also, even though she was way over six weeks old, her cute factor was like out of the ball park. So, after quaking in her stiletto boots for about five minutes and trying to pretend that the scared look on her face was just the sun burning her eyes, Jaaron saw the man come back to the office with Ziggy . She was still alive, but very aware that Death had just told her to sit down and shake hands, and that somehow she had gotten out of its clutches before it told her to roll over and play dead. The man said that in another minute, Ziggy would have been one dead puppy, and he wasn't diddling around with any metaphors.
Eventually, Jaaron loved Zion and Ziggy even more than she loved her boyfriend, so they moved to New York without him. Now, Jaaron has a new boyfriend, Scott, and she's moving to San Francisco to be with him. Ziggy and Zion have already driven across country with him, but they like him a lot and he's very kind to them without mamby-pambying them the way Joan did. Jaaron said the first time Scott let them out of the car without a leash, Zion ran for the nearest pile of cow poop and threw herself in it, belly up, and wiggled her body right to the bottom of the pile, her four paws scratching the air like she was running upside down. Ahhhhhhhh. I bet that was sweeter than a mud pie bath. Poor Ziggy didn't get to her pile of cow poop on time because Scott caught her. She was so disappointed; but, at least she got to smell the goodies on Zion until Scott washed her off at the nearest gas station.
They've done a lot of traveling, but they seem to like it. So, now Ziggy and Zion are off on another adventure. They've lived in Radford Virginia, Fairfax Virginia, Selden New York, Queens New York, Boston Massachusetts, Manhattan New York, and now San Francisco California. I wonder if we'll ever see them again.
Best wishes to Ziggy and Zion, Juno
Jaaron had gotten Zion from some guy on the street when she was still in college. He was just handing out puppies to anyone who wanted one. "Yo, anyone wanna a free puppy?" Lucky for Zion, she didn't end up with some psycho dog-fighter guy. Anyway, Jaaron was supposed to give Zion to Joan, but in about two minutes, she loved Zion too much to give her up, so Joan never got her, which worked out really well for me and Shane. Zion was only six weeks old at the time, and that's a so-cute stage in any dog's life, even if they turn out to be all drooling and fat and mangy when they get older. I guess that's the same for people, isn't it? Even George Bush and Saddam Hussein used to be six weeks old. I don't know if they were cute, but I bet their mothers thought they were.
About a year after she adopted Zion, Jaaron decided it was time to get another dog, so she went to a dog prison and found Ziggy . Sad Ziggy was all dirty and her fur was almost as thick as the cage she was locked in, because the prison officials kept the dogs outside, even in winter. Jaaron loved Ziggy the minute she saw her and went to get her boyfriend so he could say yes to another dog, which was kind of dumb since Jaaron was going to get her anyway, no matter what. That's what Jaaron's like, but I guess she was being polite. When she got back to the dog jail, it was locked and there was no way to get Ziggy out of her cage. All she could do was talk to her through the bars and promise to return, which she did, the very next day. But, the prison was still locked. Again, Jaaron promised Ziggy she'd come back. Ziggy just licked Jaaron's fingers and lay down, her somber face between her paws, her brown eyes all teary. It was such a dark, cold day.
Jaaron was really worried that Ziggy would be sent to the death chamber before she could rescue her, because she had already spent almost three months in the cage and no one had come to save her. And even Ziggy was pretty sure she was doomed. She knew she smelled bad and she looked a little outer-space-ish with all that strawberry-blond porcupine fur sticking out all over the place. Life was so bad in the cage, there were times when she thought it would be better to go to the death chamber—not because she wanted to die, but because at least she'd get a little exercise before dying. She got so that she agreed with Mussolini that it was better to live one day as a lion than a hundred years as a caged dog. Sure, Mussolini was an idiot in lots of ways—he liked war and statues of himself—but he had some good ideas about trains running on schedule and about living loudly. He didn't finish up well, but everyone remembers the way he stuck his lips out when he talked.
After going back to get Ziggy three times, Jaaron finally found the jail open, but Ziggy wasn't in her cage. Jaaron got all white and shaky. She tried to keep her voice calm when she asked the jail keeper where Ziggy was, and his mouth dropped open almost to the floor. "She's on her way to get put down. Wait, I'll see if I can get her before they …." And he ran out of the office. Put down means exterminated, which is legal if the State does it. I mean, you can't take a gun and just shoot a dog (well, maybe you can in some states). But, you can bring it to a dog jail and they'll do it for you. That's legal.
Poor Jaaron. She already loved Ziggy because Ziggy was so gentle and had reached through the metal bars of her cage to give out many soft kisses. Also, even though she was way over six weeks old, her cute factor was like out of the ball park. So, after quaking in her stiletto boots for about five minutes and trying to pretend that the scared look on her face was just the sun burning her eyes, Jaaron saw the man come back to the office with Ziggy . She was still alive, but very aware that Death had just told her to sit down and shake hands, and that somehow she had gotten out of its clutches before it told her to roll over and play dead. The man said that in another minute, Ziggy would have been one dead puppy, and he wasn't diddling around with any metaphors.
Eventually, Jaaron loved Zion and Ziggy even more than she loved her boyfriend, so they moved to New York without him. Now, Jaaron has a new boyfriend, Scott, and she's moving to San Francisco to be with him. Ziggy and Zion have already driven across country with him, but they like him a lot and he's very kind to them without mamby-pambying them the way Joan did. Jaaron said the first time Scott let them out of the car without a leash, Zion ran for the nearest pile of cow poop and threw herself in it, belly up, and wiggled her body right to the bottom of the pile, her four paws scratching the air like she was running upside down. Ahhhhhhhh. I bet that was sweeter than a mud pie bath. Poor Ziggy didn't get to her pile of cow poop on time because Scott caught her. She was so disappointed; but, at least she got to smell the goodies on Zion until Scott washed her off at the nearest gas station.
They've done a lot of traveling, but they seem to like it. So, now Ziggy and Zion are off on another adventure. They've lived in Radford Virginia, Fairfax Virginia, Selden New York, Queens New York, Boston Massachusetts, Manhattan New York, and now San Francisco California. I wonder if we'll ever see them again.
Best wishes to Ziggy and Zion, Juno
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