Sunday, August 23, 2009

Hairdo


I need a new hairdo! I'm tired of looking like the Brewster Chubacabra!
My sister, Hazel, was going to make a verse about the Brewster Chubacabra.
She said, "the only things that rhyme with chubacabra are candelabra and
my aunt Barbara. How can I work with a macabre word like chubacabra?
Take out a wand and say, 'abracadabra'? Forget about it!"
I want a hairdo that makes me look as smart and stylin' as Sonia Sotomayor.
A piquant curl here, a controlled upsweep there. Hair that will flow back when I run after squirrels and return to waterfall bangs that stay out of my eyes if I need to
answer questions from Senators during a job interview.
Is that too much to ask from a groomer?
Last time I was at the groomer's studio, I asked for an
Annette Funicello 'do.
Not from when she was a Mouseketeer with her short Italian 'fro;
but from later years,
when she was a beach blanket babe in teen movies and had
records like "Pineapple Princess".
My beautiful black hair was long enough for a teased-up bun,
a flip behind my ears,
and flirty bangs. But, no!
The groomer shaved me and said I had fur matts!
When Sonia Sotomayor was young, she had a hairdo like
Annette's Mouseketeer pixie pouf.
I don't want that. I'm going for a look that says brainy,
refined and job serious
with a little bit of dance-party, fun puppy too.
This time, I'm bringing a photo of
Sonia Sotomayor to the groomer so she can copy the cut.
When Sonia Sotomayor has some down time, she likes to go to Puerto Rico.
She was born in New York, but her parents came from Puerto Rico
and she has cousins who live there.
The lovely island of Puerto Rico is where the first chubacabras were
seen by reliable witnesses who saw them in their car headlights
on the way home from salsa dance parties in the middle of the night.
Puerto Rico is also a place where pineapples are grown commercially.
In Puerto Rico, pineapples are used in many recipes.
Here is a link to a recipe for
And above is a photo of an actual Pineapple Princess.
With my beautiful new coiffure, I could enter a pineapple pageant too!
Sonia Sotomayor is (unfortunately) a lifelong Yankees fan
and we question her judgement on that.
She can't help it. She grew up in close proximity to Yankee Stadium.
At least she likes baseball.
We recently spotted one of our favorites from Baseball Nation
at a salsa dance party in Boston.
He spent childhood years living in Puerto Rico too!
With my serious-yet-sporty nueva Latina hairdo,
maybe Mike and I could
convince Sonia Sotomayor to give Fenway a try.
Mofongo and a mojito could sweeten the deal.
Woof! - Li Lu

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Shoes

I love shoes! I can't help it!
They reflect the scents of the inner souls that reside in the soles of the feet that wear them.
Shoes give off the smell-image of people.
It's a dog thing.
I subscribe to the 'Imagist' school of poetry.
I would have made a good lap dog for an Imagist poet like Amy Lowell
who won a Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1926.
It was a posthumous prize. What a gyp.
Amy Lowell liked shoes too! She published a poem called "Red Slippers".
It is one of my faves.
I have an older sister named Lesley who lives in Brookline, Massachusetts.
Amy Lowell lived in Brookline too!
Amy Lowell was chubby, short, smart and rich.
I am chubby and short too!
Amy Lowell was well-read and self-taught. She was not allowed to attend college because her prominent family did not think it was proper for a woman. Two of her brothers prospered in college: one became a famous astronomer and one went on to become the president of Harvard. Gyp again, Amy!
I am not allowed to go to college either because I am a dog.
Amy Lowell lived in the narrow-minded culture of her time.
Mockery and ridicule came from fellow poets like Ezra Pound who referred to her as a "hippopoetess" My sister, LiLu, has called me a "chubba bubba" so I know how Ms. Lowell must have felt. Big laps are better for lap dogs, right Amy?
Amy Lowell smoked cigars constantly.
Another of my favorite Lowells is seen around Brookline with cigars today.

In 1925, Amy Lowell died at the tender age of 51.
She is buried at the Mount Auburn Cemetery, just outside Boston.
It is a beautiful place with rolling hills, lush landscape plantings of botanical gems, and meandering walking paths that weave through the resting places of the famous dead.
No one has come along to fill the shoes, or the slippers or the great lap of Amy Lowell.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Dinosaur






Today I will be a dinosaur!
A Stink-o-saurus Rex!
I will sniff the world outside the door
Until I find strong scents galore.
Dead worms! Wild-thing pee!
Flip over, spine grind it.
Gleeeeee!
I'm smelly. I'm proud.
Oh for barking out loud.
Why me? Woof

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Woof


Woof. In . . . In the . . . In the beginning it was just me, Li Lu.
It was perfect.
Then she came here too.
Woof. It was not perfect until I got here.
Woof.