He will fit right in with Morgen's new dog he brought home Tuesday night. Zeus is his name and Molly does not like him. At all. She barks and gnashes her terrible teeth. And growls her terrible growl. And Zeus just walks away. Markus has been trying to help them get along with each other and so far it hasn't worked. He keeps putting Molly inside and she barks and growls at Zeus who is outside. While Zeus scratches at the door trying to get in. He has torn up the door frame and peed on the floor. Today I borrowed a crate from Myles' mom, Kelly, and she said that her daughter Annabelle volunteered to train Zeus. I might just take her up on it.
Meanwhile Markus is climbing the stairs while reciting the poem he memorized at school:
JABBERWOCKY
Lewis Carroll
(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
I feel like I'm living where the wild things are.
