Oh my stars and garters! It is so incredibly hot here in Afula. Ellin finally passed out from the heat, so I was able to sneak in and send you this long over-due missive! I won’t write too much because I don’t want to ruin my new manicure. Don’t you just HATE when that happens?????
First, I’m not one to brag, but I AM a poodle, so . . . .aren’t I just splendid? I just came back from the spa where my locks were shorn to an appropriately and fetching summer length. MayaTheDogGroomer was so pleased with herself that she took countless photos of me to put on her website. I have no doubt that she is the envy of all her friends. But I’ll let you decide for yourself. What do you think (note the breeze from the fields outside wafting through my tresses. . . . )
Fresh from the spa, the soft breeze from the almond grove messing with my hair. Am I not dashing????
Thought you’d like to see me in the “noir” version. I am a FRENCH poodle, remember?
I suppose you’re all dying to hear about what’s the latest concerning my BigSisterZoe. Well, she arrived almost a month ago, and aside from spending time hugging me (I know . . . I am irresistible), she has been slowly adapting to her life as an Israel. But she is doing it Zoe Style, which means that she enters into her version of a chrysalis and then prepares herself as she completes her metamorphosis into a parpar (that’s Hebrew for butterfly). This means sleeping all day, and staying up all night to watch reruns of Breaking Bad and the Oceans Eleven Trilogy. Something tells me that there is a lot of struggle going on inside of her cocoon, but we’re hoping that when she does emerge, which is due to be on August 25th when she moves to Kibbutz Mishmar ha Emek for her Ulpan, that she will be all smiles. For now, Ellin says that Zoe is just storing them all up for the big reveal. I hope so. It’s been rather hard on me to see her seemingly so isolated. Maybe it’s her version of “getting into character” like all those big Hollywood actors do. Zoe did tell me that she visited MHE (I just can’t bear to keep typing that name so I’ll use MHE for short), that she loved it. It’s a pretty big and wealthy kibbutz. I have no idea what that means, but I’ve heard her and Ellin say it a few times, so I suppose it’s a good thing. She visited her new dorm and was thrilled. She’s even asked if she could work in the refet (the cowshed). So glad I don’t have to sleep next to her each night! She has to attend classes for 8 hours a day every other day. The off days, she has to work (it is a kibbutz, ya know). According to Ellin, she said, and I hearsay quote, “I am REALLY excited about coming here!” So we’ll see. She’s begun to stockpile some things she thinks she needs for her new dorm—the same kind of “stuff” that she’d bring to a dorm if she were going to college. And I’ve heard her worry aloud that she hopes she has a nice roommate. As long as it’s not another poodle, I’m down with that. All in all, I think this has been, from this KG’s point of view, a rather difficult transition for her. It’s not going quite as smoothly as we’d hoped (I hate to see her sad), but it will just have to take time. Where are all those gorgeous Israeli guys when I need them????? I’d like to fling them from my newly manicured paws and pads to her feet. Maybe then she’ll start to get excited about this new chapter in her life.
And what do I mean about Ellin becoming a banana? I’m not doggie dissing her. It’s not that she’s going crazy. She’s already arrived there (heh heh heh). I’m telling you the truth. While Zoe gets into a cocoon each day as she prepares to emerge as the new OlahHadasha ZoeSaraYassky, Ellin crawls into her South American hammock each evening to escape the heat (it’s that time of the year and her wonderful, big bed is just a distant memory in my canine dreams) and pulls a thin blanket over the top, completely obscuring everything. She looks like she is the banana trying to squeeze back inside the peel! Is she hoping to emerge tall, thin, and blonde each morning (just like a banana?) or is she just trying to get some uninterrupted shut eye without having to take a 3:00 am shower to cool down. Sure beats the heck out of me. All I know is that the swaying of the hammock above my outside sleeping-in-the-ruff-camping bed makes me seasick, and so I’ve taken to sleeping ON THE HARD TILE!!! In the corner. I’m hoping that she’ll get the message and just tug my bed out from under her hammock. And beside, if she falls out, she’ll plop right on me!
And you know what that would do to my new ‘do?
KG signing out.
Till next time,