Miss Mika Bobika 2007-2018
*There will still be stories of Mika's exploits but it may take me a while to get back to them.*
Mika Bobika: The Little Bit of Crazy In My Life
A little over 7 years ago I adopted the 3yr old Pit Bull Mika and my life has never been the same. This blog is a collection of Mika's mishaps, excitements, and exploits in no particular order. Sometimes they are told by me, her human, and sometimes they are told by her. I've had to say goodbye to Mika but her memories and stories live on.
Saturday, August 18, 2018
Tuesday, February 6, 2018
Separation Anxiety for the Duration of a Shower
"Ilana, Ilana, let me in I beg."
"Not by the hair on my very own legs!"
"Then I'll bark and I'll scratch,
and I'll knock your door off it pegs."
Sunday, December 24, 2017
Mika the Red Nosed Pit Bull
Mika, the red-nosed pit bull
had a very shiny nose
and if you ever saw it
you would even say it glows.
All of the other pit bulls
used to laugh and call her names.
had a very shiny nose
and if you ever saw it
you would even say it glows.
All of the other pit bulls
used to laugh and call her names.
They never let poor Mika
play in any pit bull games.
play in any pit bull games.
Then one foggy Hanukkah eve
Rabbi came to say:
"Mika with your nose so bright,
won't you light my candles tonight?"
Then all the pit bulls loved her
as they shouted out with glee,
Mika the red-nosed pit bull,
you'll go down in history!
Tuesday, October 31, 2017
For Whom the Bell Tolls in Mika’s Yard
“Beware, beware,” the raven caws.
“Those who enter may lose paws.”
Bones will shatter,
Innards scatter.
The death toll climbs,
One critter at a time.
Three mice,
One squirrel,
Two birds,
Three skunks,
One opossum.
Cleaning up the aftermath is
anything but awesome.
Friday, July 21, 2017
Water Snake Showdown
I
crouch behind a flower pot and peek out at the water snake. It’s been sleeping
all winter, but I know it will wake up and attack at any moment.
Every
year, just when the air begins to bring the fresh scent of new growth and the
birds start to sing, Ilana comes home with new plants. I can smell tomatoes,
cucumbers, broccoli, pumpkin, basil, and a few others I don’t recognize. She
takes the new vegetable plants into the garden and digs. I don’t understand why
she won’t let me help her. I am an expert digger. But I’m never allowed past
the garden gate. I’m left out in the yard with oblivious Scottie, on the wrong
side of the chicken wire. The same side as the snake. So I spend a lot of time
watching it. And waiting.
After
the veggies are planted, Ilana goes into the garage. She leans down to
turn a knob that’s touching the tail of the snake.
“Stop!”
I bark. “You’ll wake it up!” I rush in after her, but it’s too late. I can hear
the water rushing through the snake’s body. It’s awake. I run back outside and
see the head of the snake starting to dance. It makes little jumps off the
ground and bumps back onto the cement.
“Oh
no you don’t!” I bark. Spotting Scottie in the corner of the yard I call,
“Quick! Come help me stop the snake before it attacks Ilana!”
Scottie
ignores me and runs to the opposite corner of the yard. He pretends to sniff a
bush and mark it.
“Lazy
bones,” I mutter. “I know you’re just a fraidy cat!” I say loud enough that I
know he heard me, even with his tiny cropped ears. He continues to ignore me.
“It’s a good thing Ilana has me then. You’re useless.”
I
turn back to the snake and see Ilana about to grab it by the head. She must
have walked out of the garage while I was distracted.
“No!
Stay away,” I cry, but she only hears “Bark! Roof Roof.” I run at her and try
to put myself in between her and the snake.
“Mika!
Quit it. Go away.” Ilana’s brow furrows in annoyance. I see that expression a
lot. I have no idea why she gets so frustrated with me. All I ever do is
protect her from herself.
Ilana
pushes me out of the way. I lunge back at the snake’s head but I’m too late.
Ilana’s already picked it up. Any second it’s going to start spitting water
venom.
Ilana
wrestles with it for a moment. She gets it facing the newly planted vegetables
just in time. The snake spits its water venom out all over the plants instead
of her.
The
snake is strong. It sways back and forth the whole length of the garden,
spitting venom and pulling Ilana with it. I have to do something fast!
I
gather my legs under me, muscles tense, and leap at the snake’s head. The snake
dances away from me. “Roof, woo woo!” I yell, but my words are garbled by the water
venom shooting into my mouth. I back away, coughing and spitting. Shaking my
head to clear it, I bark at the snake, “Leave Ilana’s plants alone!” I take
another leap at the snake.
Ilana
blocks me with her body. “Mika, I said QUIT.” She shoves me back with her leg.
I
rush in again. Water venom fills my mouth as my teeth close around the plastic
snake head. I ignore the water rushing down my throat and try to shake the
snake to kill it. Ilana fights me. Why
are you doing this? I want to ask. We’re
on the same side. But if I want to speak, I’ll have to let go of the snake.
Ilana wouldn’t understand me anyway. I love her, but sometimes she can be so
bull headed…or is that thick headed? I can never remember, I’m a bull with a
thick head…
“Mika,
stop it. Let go.” Ilana pulls the snake higher so my feet are lifted off the
ground. I stay attached. Ilana sighs and drops the snake.
Finally!
She
walks into the garage.
I
stand over the snake, ready to deliver a final blow. “Grrrrrrrr.”
The
sounds of water rushing through its body fade. A last trickle of venom escapes
and the snake lays lifeless in front of me. “You better be scared.” I tell it.
Ilana
comes out of the garage.
I
prance over to her, tail high. “See what I did? I scared it to sleep for you.
No need to thank me.” She hears, “Woo woo woo.”
She
smiles down at me. “Well, that wasn’t terrible. I guess you’re improving. You
didn’t jump into the garden this
time.” She pats my head.
I
nudge in closer and dart my tongue out toward her exposed leg. SLURP!
“Ewwwww!
Mika! You didn’t do that well.” But
she’s laughing.
I
wag my tail. Another day, another rescue. My job never ends. And I wouldn’t
have it any other way.
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