the keeper has green thumbs!

. . . she also has a sore thumb, dead nails and thick calluses!

. . .when she's around heaven, she takes a leisurely stroll around the two hundred forty square meters of cramped space. . .

she stops to talk to the plants and trees who surprisingly respond with abundant fruits and flowers which somehow offset the offending odors of our pee&poo and distract the sight away from heaven's leaky roofs, rusty grills and stale paint!

the keeper also brings strange plants with strange smells which alerts the houndsinheaven who have very sensitive sense of smell. so before any 'whatsitsname' gets enthroned in heaven's pots, it must first be marked by the seal of our pee. and mind you, not just one, but all of the houndsinheaven!

ok, who peed on my tomato plant?
the keeper wailed while we feign sleep.

one fine morning, the keeper shrieked
and the houndsinheaven barked in alarm.
however, the keeper just laughed foolishly:

ok, cool it guys! i'm just happy because my orchids are in bloom!

oh. well . . .

look guys, chicky is having fruits!

sure. k.
chicky is our chico tree.

btw, chicos are small, round fruits that tastes like sugar wrapped in brown, icky skins. but for the stubborn diabetic-prone keeper, chicos are like 'fruits of the gods'. the keeper has to compete with birds who always swoops down on the chicos even before they ripen . . .


look! we're having our first avocado fruits!



the keeper pranced with joy!

for keeper,
the avocados are also like
food for the gods

keeper lits her incense
and thanked the gods.
the houndsinheaven look at her
in complete boredom.
chicos and avocados don't appeal
to any of the houndsinheaven
so it's not a big deal.

i wish the keeper will plant edibles
like chewy bones, ice cream & cookies
maybe then, we can rejoice with her.


after a day of bonding with nature
the keeper, all tanned and smelly,
now turns to me solemnly:

sweepy, remember the rules in planting:

1. Don't plant anything illegal, and -
(hold your drool!)

2. Don't plant bad feelings
best said in her native tongue:
"huwag magtanim ng sama ng loob"

actually, the keeper said that for amusement.
but i am not amused.
so i'm off to drool b4 i snooze. hoo-ha.

“oh ghost” to “ber” month

at last!
the “oh ghost” (august) month is over.
it officially ended 4 days ago
and with frozen drool
i waited for any fireworks
but that's it
august left
as glumly as it came.
ho-hum.


ok, cheery face stop that drool
for here comes the BER months. . .
septemBER, octoBER . . .
you get the drift . . .
this means that the folks around here
will soon start the countdown
leading to . . . Christmas!
can you imagine the ruckus!
all the efforts of the past months
waiting for the celebration
in decemBER.

in a place where partytime
is always the best time
to be in this part of the world
Christmas heads the top of the list.
Christmas means bonus, parties
(at the expense of the company!)
gifts, shopping, reunions . . .
traffic, fireworks . . . yikes!
houndsinheaven, watch out!
the loonies are back!


come to think of it
i hear fireworks exploding
every so often these days
even if it is not Christmas
simply because the loonies think
that ANY celebration is worth
those blasted fireworks:
town fiesta, birthdays, whatever!


you hear ear-splitting boom from afar
or the next block and my keeper goes:
“wow, is that a fire or some party?”
the houndsinheaven does not care.
we all start retiring to our kennels posthaste
headed by my popsy sumo
with tails dangling like a poor loser.


Christmas is The Great Event
not just in Rainbow Avenue
but practically the whole town,
the whole country and, presuming
you are not a Jew or anything,
the whole freaking world!

yikes!
one whole blasting planet!
lemmeoutofhere, keeper!

there will be no let up
for sound sensitive hounds like us
the heavens (in and around Rainbow)
will probably be coughing
with all that smoke and ruckus.

keeper tries to be indifferent about it.
she now find it silly to be so lavish
in celebrating the birth of Christ
including fiestas in honor of saints
in such artificial splendor.


keeper believes that honoring God
and the saints and holy festivities
are best kept organic.
you know, chanting and drumming
to raise the energy high to trance
in lieu of fireworks pollution.
healthy, nourishing food in lieu of carbs.
exchanging love energies and good wishes
instead of credit card goodies . . .


the keeper had her moments in the past
when she would troop to do her early
Christmas shopping as early as september!
but now she choose to transcend
and gathers the hounds in prayer instead.

she sings praises to all the gods and mortals
and sends her love and light
whether it is the BER months or not
which suits us fine.
anything to keep all that blasted fuss
out of our stinking ears is fine
not just for the houndsinheaven
but for all the hounds in the universe!

so, well . . . BER is here.
as my keeper would say:
merry meet. meet merrily . . .


and don't forget Christmas is Christ-mas
not your bonus, booze and carbs galore
but the positive energy rush
from all the good wishes
of remembering and honoring God.

as for me and the houndsinheaven
it is time to get our ear muffs
out of storage . . .

keeper, do I get to see Santa this year?
hmmm, just checking. . .