Patti Soldavini

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Monster Weimaraner

In Uncategorized on 03/16/2011 at 8:46 pm

"Holy CRAP. Is that ME?"

Have you ever seen a 20-foot tall Weimaraner? Olive and I have. Last night in our backyard. Actually, our sideyard. The elusive beast materialized when I shone the flashlight on Olive and it created a 2-story tall silhouette against the side of the clay-colored house. I immediately think, “If Olive had pants on, she’d about crap in them right now. At least we’re in the yard.” This shadow was so imposing it looked like Godzilla.  Especially since there are giant electrical towers snaking through this beautiful farmland serving as a backdrop. Olive takes note of the shadow immediately. Her head snaps around like a socket wrench to get a better look. To my surprise, instead of fleeing faster than a Wal-Mart shoplifter, she defies expectations and crouches down in the “play bow” position. With her rump pointing to a passing satellite, her tiny tail looks like an antenna pulling down transmission signals. This dog is such an enigma. She runs away from noises as soft as parakeet farts, but she wants to engage a 20-foot shadow that looks suspiciously like another Weimaraner. Maybe she thought she was bowing to the Grand Duchy of Weimar. I wonder what she’d do if I shined the flashlight on a passing cat? What a cool little outdoor movie that would make. Giant dog and cat shadows projected against the house under a moonlit sky.


Queen Nefertiti

In Uncategorized on 01/24/2011 at 8:57 pm

The other morning, Olive followed me into the bathroom as usual, as though she was tracking a large bipedal Canadian goose. Playful as usual, she walked between the translucent shower liner and the decorative fabric liner in front of it. The design of the decorative liner has broad metallic stripes running vertically down the curtain, alternating between a stunning copper, chocolate brown, crimson and a pale taupe. Running through these panels are metallic gold threads. As Olive, my grey ghost, stood there somehow looking simultaneously aristocratic and goofy, “wearing” the shower curtain, it occurred to me that for Halloween, she should be dressed as Queen Nefertiti. The fabric against her shimmering grey coat was simply stunning. So captivating, you could actually picture a complementary ornate head dress resting atop my pooch’s rather prominent occipital bone. Now all I have to do is find a little mini pinscher who won’t mind being strapped to Olive’s back as baby Tut. In a dog’s dreams, I wonder what constitutes a very, very special treat? Squirrel ka-bobs? Chipmunk chips? Catloaf?

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