|Bettejo and Ari|
He has fresh water, in the trough, garnished swimmingly with tiny mosquito eaters.
Duke ruffles blue and gold, munches macaw food, peanuts, raisins, bananas and cookie crumbs. Everybody here loves cookies. We're all cookie monsters. He spread his wings as I give him a wispy shower at the same time I hose down potted plants in the courtyard.
Carefully hanging the pitchfork on a hook, I wipe my hands off on my pants. Sweaty, and smelling like a well-groomed horse in a well- maintained barn, I brush fresh straw off the seat of my sweats. The combination of fresh straw, horsey pooh, and horse is irresistible. I flicker the broom, whisker the floor, then set this tool in its stand and head for the people end of the residence.
|Bettejo & Boots|
My gown up puppy, Boots, and the growing up kittens, Reba and Rosa, breakfast on dog and cat food with the grown up--me--who sips freshly brewed organic coffee, Kicking Horse, roasted in Canada and purchased at Living Foods in Poipu. I scatter some organic chicken food to my feral hen, in her tiny abode anchored down in case of hurricane winds. She often lays a free range egg a week. She cackles sweetly. Today, I'm honored with an egg. Her eggs are petite, pink in color, with yolks so high and golden they poke the eye.
Tossing my sweats in the hamper, I fall daintily into my sunken tub. When I arise, I'm Venus on the half shell. I towel quickly as the image in the mirror denies the claim. At my dressing table, I install my face and coif my hair. Remember the Houston lady who has a three-story wardrobe with a champagne bar? Well. I have a one story wardrobe with a champagne bucket and two champagne flutes from the Thrift Store.
|A sparky red shoe|
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Selecting my wardrobe for the day, this fashionista shoves both feet into a pair of sparkly red shoes from Payless and, with Bootsy--groomed- to- perfection-- depart for Petco in Lihue. The greatest animal department store in the whole wide world. Inside is breathtaking. Both Boots and I gasp. Wide aisles filled with stuff. Boots selects a gourmet cracker and a bottle of shampoo.
At the counter, a couple deals with a kid and a dog in a cart fighting over a doggie toy.
Three suggestions. Bring money. Leave animals at home. They're welcome, but they're kids in a candy store. And, please, managers, plant more greenery.
|Bettejo with Blogger-n-Chief|
James "Kimo" Rosen
Editors note, 'Petco' is now open on Kaua'i. Check out the article and photos that appeared in The Garden Island news on 6-23-15;