TALES FROM HEAD TO TAILS
Bad news: Blood pressure reading - 190 over 130. Medication required, restricted diet, diversion advised.
Stress is the number one enemy of my ailment. And since I was prescribed to indulge in entertainment so I regularly watch, not the tv and not a movie either but a live show.
Showing everyday in our home is Tales From Heads To Tails, a collection of real life skits. The continuing series features Epoy, our short-legged pekingese, Tisoy, our white spitz/pomeranian and for the cameo role is Twinkle, our mischievous rock pigeon.
First showing is 4:30 am. The setting is our bedroom. Tisoy, who sleeps on my husband’s side of the bed, whines to wake us up. Understandably, my husband reciprocates with a curt reprimand. Stymied but not defeated, Tisoy goes to my side of the bed where Epoy is sleeping. Tisoy nudges Epoy. In a few moments, Epoy stands, looks around then barks. I don’t have the guts to argue with Epoy so I rise to let Tisoy out. (Read related article Do Not Eat Salt, It’s A Sin, January 2009 issue of Animal Scene).
Meanwhile, Epoy moves to the other side to catch the attention of my husband. Our fawn-colored pet barks then struts with matching acrobatic moves, a clear indication that he wants a back scratch. With compassion winning over sleepiness, my husband stretches his arm to scratch Epoy.
Breakfast time. The setting is our living room. The dogs exhibit their manners because they just wait until the humans were finished. But before that awaited feeding time, here comes Twinkle like a kamikaze plane landing on the dining table. She sizes up our mood and if we don’t drive her away, she gets bolder by pecking on the crumbs on the table. After finishing the crumbs, Twinkle soars, glides then lands on the back of my chair. That’s our pigeon’s way of asking for more crumbs.
But in times when she was driven away from the dining table, Twinkle perches on the nearest electric fan and waits like a lurking vulture. And if you think she is that submissive, think again when she exacts her revenge at night.
Daytime. The setting is our terrace. The dogs have a rawhide bone each. Tisoy is gnawing on his while Epoy just looks on. Obviously, Epoy has difficulty in chewing the sturdy rawhide bone. After successfully disassembling the rawhide bone in two, Tisoy pushes the smaller piece to Epoy.
When the rawhide bone loses it’s flavor, Tisoy goes for the whole piece that belonged to Epoy while Epoy looks for a place to nap. But the scene is not over yet until the pigeon comes along. She glides and goes straight for the small piece of rawhide bone left by Epoy. Expect to find it beside Twinkle’s nest.
The edible rawhide bone is really a treat to our pets. But anything that’s excessive is not good so we set a limit of one piece (each for Epoy and Tisoy) each day. And when Tisoy would insist, he would get a reprimand in return. And in times like that, Tisoy would wait for a chance to any of our slipper. And he would only give it back in lieu of the coveted rawhide bone.
Primetime. Coming home from work and going upstairs, I hear the welcoming coo of Twinkle who regularly stays in her nest located beside our bedroom door. But if I had shooed away from the breakfast table that morning, it’s sure as daylight that she would chase me and peck on my feet.
Mealtime. Tisoy sheds off his manners whenever our dinner is his favorite. He nudges my leg with his snout. And if ignored, he taps my leg with his paw several times or until I give in. Almost always, Tisoy’s dramatic prowess earns him morsels.
Bedtime. The setting is our bedroom where the dogs retire. In times when my husband is so tired, he falls asleep, causing the newspaper he was reading to fall on the floor. Tisoy slowly looks around to assess the situation. And if he realizes that we humans were already asleep, he quietly picks up the reading material and quietly tears the pages into small but elongated pieces. And after getting the longest piece, he moves to my side and drops it like an offering in front of Epoy.
In the car. In going to the market, the dogs are left inside the car together with my husband. When the sun is up and the weather gets warmer, Epoy gives my husband a sharp stare, a hint to turn on the aircon. And if Epoy is ignored, Epoy gasps as if he couldn’t breath. Expectedly, our award-winning actor always gets his wish.
Inside the moving car. Always in the front passenger seat, Epoy falls asleep in savoring the cool air of the car aircon while Tisoy is seated at the back, looking at the window. Sometimes the scent of the car’s air freshener is deadened by tear gas-like emission from Tisoy’s behind. Talk of a farting dog. And it’s unbelievable that Epoy wakes up and sneezes several times.
Bath time. Upon hearing the magic word, Epoy runs with glee while Tisoy slyly moves to hide under the table or under the sofa. There are times that Twinkle joins the bathing session. Like our dogs, Twinkle has her own bathing basin and towel. And unlike the dogs, she doesn’t use soap.
Watching Tales From The Heads To Tails is exhilarating, relaxing and therapeutic. That may be the main reason why my blood pressure is maintained at the normal level.
Stress is the number one enemy of my ailment. And since I was prescribed to indulge in entertainment so I regularly watch, not the tv and not a movie either but a live show.
Showing everyday in our home is Tales From Heads To Tails, a collection of real life skits. The continuing series features Epoy, our short-legged pekingese, Tisoy, our white spitz/pomeranian and for the cameo role is Twinkle, our mischievous rock pigeon.
First showing is 4:30 am. The setting is our bedroom. Tisoy, who sleeps on my husband’s side of the bed, whines to wake us up. Understandably, my husband reciprocates with a curt reprimand. Stymied but not defeated, Tisoy goes to my side of the bed where Epoy is sleeping. Tisoy nudges Epoy. In a few moments, Epoy stands, looks around then barks. I don’t have the guts to argue with Epoy so I rise to let Tisoy out. (Read related article Do Not Eat Salt, It’s A Sin, January 2009 issue of Animal Scene).
Meanwhile, Epoy moves to the other side to catch the attention of my husband. Our fawn-colored pet barks then struts with matching acrobatic moves, a clear indication that he wants a back scratch. With compassion winning over sleepiness, my husband stretches his arm to scratch Epoy.
Breakfast time. The setting is our living room. The dogs exhibit their manners because they just wait until the humans were finished. But before that awaited feeding time, here comes Twinkle like a kamikaze plane landing on the dining table. She sizes up our mood and if we don’t drive her away, she gets bolder by pecking on the crumbs on the table. After finishing the crumbs, Twinkle soars, glides then lands on the back of my chair. That’s our pigeon’s way of asking for more crumbs.
But in times when she was driven away from the dining table, Twinkle perches on the nearest electric fan and waits like a lurking vulture. And if you think she is that submissive, think again when she exacts her revenge at night.
Daytime. The setting is our terrace. The dogs have a rawhide bone each. Tisoy is gnawing on his while Epoy just looks on. Obviously, Epoy has difficulty in chewing the sturdy rawhide bone. After successfully disassembling the rawhide bone in two, Tisoy pushes the smaller piece to Epoy.
When the rawhide bone loses it’s flavor, Tisoy goes for the whole piece that belonged to Epoy while Epoy looks for a place to nap. But the scene is not over yet until the pigeon comes along. She glides and goes straight for the small piece of rawhide bone left by Epoy. Expect to find it beside Twinkle’s nest.
The edible rawhide bone is really a treat to our pets. But anything that’s excessive is not good so we set a limit of one piece (each for Epoy and Tisoy) each day. And when Tisoy would insist, he would get a reprimand in return. And in times like that, Tisoy would wait for a chance to any of our slipper. And he would only give it back in lieu of the coveted rawhide bone.
Primetime. Coming home from work and going upstairs, I hear the welcoming coo of Twinkle who regularly stays in her nest located beside our bedroom door. But if I had shooed away from the breakfast table that morning, it’s sure as daylight that she would chase me and peck on my feet.
Mealtime. Tisoy sheds off his manners whenever our dinner is his favorite. He nudges my leg with his snout. And if ignored, he taps my leg with his paw several times or until I give in. Almost always, Tisoy’s dramatic prowess earns him morsels.
Bedtime. The setting is our bedroom where the dogs retire. In times when my husband is so tired, he falls asleep, causing the newspaper he was reading to fall on the floor. Tisoy slowly looks around to assess the situation. And if he realizes that we humans were already asleep, he quietly picks up the reading material and quietly tears the pages into small but elongated pieces. And after getting the longest piece, he moves to my side and drops it like an offering in front of Epoy.
In the car. In going to the market, the dogs are left inside the car together with my husband. When the sun is up and the weather gets warmer, Epoy gives my husband a sharp stare, a hint to turn on the aircon. And if Epoy is ignored, Epoy gasps as if he couldn’t breath. Expectedly, our award-winning actor always gets his wish.
Inside the moving car. Always in the front passenger seat, Epoy falls asleep in savoring the cool air of the car aircon while Tisoy is seated at the back, looking at the window. Sometimes the scent of the car’s air freshener is deadened by tear gas-like emission from Tisoy’s behind. Talk of a farting dog. And it’s unbelievable that Epoy wakes up and sneezes several times.
Bath time. Upon hearing the magic word, Epoy runs with glee while Tisoy slyly moves to hide under the table or under the sofa. There are times that Twinkle joins the bathing session. Like our dogs, Twinkle has her own bathing basin and towel. And unlike the dogs, she doesn’t use soap.
Watching Tales From The Heads To Tails is exhilarating, relaxing and therapeutic. That may be the main reason why my blood pressure is maintained at the normal level.
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