a Zig a day

Friday, May 22, 2020

Always looking for my peeps

During COVID-19 quarantine, Mom spent a lot of time in her studio printing cool things. Then one weekend she went in there and didn't come out and she didn't let me in either. I waited at the door for a long time until Dad told me she had left to go rock climbing without me. I didn't get the memo.

Wednesday, April 1, 2020

Waggin' butts and sketching

Social distancing

My mom says we are well into the social quarantining period of COVID-19, but I don't get it. We've been on more walks than usual and yesterday we sat and stared at the old sycamore on the hill on campus. I sniffed for a long time and then sat with mom while she sketched. It was lovely outside. No one else was nearby. I'm suffering from lack of naps. That's all I know. My humans never leave me home alone anymore. Why are they always here? —Love, Zig

Tuesday, February 18, 2020

I'm an author, right?

My sis needs to interview an author for a school project and I write this blog so I count, right? Yes, I think so. Her project would be super interesting if she were to interview me. I have lots of thoughts about things.

A field spaniel is a work of art

But if you know me, you know this. My mom carved this of me as I was sniffing around in the snow in the back yard looking for my ball. I found it, by the way.

Sunday, February 16, 2020

Elk River Hiking Trail

This is me, of course. Before I realized I had to poop REAL bad and started sniffing the air vents to let mom know I needed to stop.

Yes, look at my cute butt. You know you wanna.

I don't know why there's a picture of this. It is not a sandwich so who cares.

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

Snow day

Today is a snow day. I love snow days. We took an epic walk on campus and as we were running across Iowa Street I heard a squeak. My human had brought the squeaky ball in her bag and it was bouncing on her back. This made me dance a jig in the middle of Iowa Street and then my human yelled that we had to hurry. Those cars would have stopped. Here's some photos from the walk! Oh! And you know what else? I've been told I'm getting a new bed! A Casper bed. I wonder if that will be like sleeping on a ghost.

Friday, January 18, 2019

Another day in the neighborhood

Sonny and I in December 2013

Good morning. It’s been awhile since I have written you a letter. I am currently composing this in my head while curled up on a fancy human bed at home alone preparing for day nap numero uno.

I lost my cousin Sonny this week. It turns out he had cancer and likely had it for awhile. I don’t know why he didn’t tell me that when I visited over Christmas. I always thought he was simply a nervous ninny and didn’t understand the value of food, but alas, the real reason came out when he visited the doctor for his eating problem. This will no doubt make his housemates and other cousins super sad as I am. You never know what might be lingering in all of us.

This mornings walk was lovely. I read all the snow cone messages from my elusive neighborhood friends. We rarely see each other in person, but have been in communication via bushes, grass and currently snow cones. It seems that Lola from down the street also tried to nab the carrot from the snowman in Petunia’s yard. I still don’t understand why there would be three round mounds of snow piled up with a hat on and a carrot sticking out of the topmost sphere. I was initially scared of the awkward snow drift, but then I caught a whiff of one of my favorite veggies and rapidly lost my fear. Maybe next time, I’ll manage to grab it as we move by on our morning explorations.

Ok. Time to snooze now. Bye.

Love, Zig