As you may recall, our mother got herself into quite the jam…something Zoe and I both appreciate along with peanut butter, cream cheese, and while we are on the topic of bread spreads, LOX! Our Michigan Grandmother – who happens to be part of the story in which our mother got herself into a pickle (don’t even get me started on condiments) – also loves raspberry jam on her bagel…one of the reasons I know we are related. Anyhow, the time I am referring to is when my mother announced to her in-laws that my middle name was Marie.
For more on that you can read this old story: https://montanamomentstrn.wordpress.com/2017/05/02/middle-name-marie/
– by the way, I think I was falsely accused of being a Marie…just saying.
But this current story is about a recent discussion about what Zoe’s middle name should be. As it turns out, my cousin who shares my middle name – who we will call EML – was in on this conversation and mentioned her younger sisters’ middle name is Elizabeth. Turns out, in her opinion Zoe shares a number of diabolical characteristics with her sister. It was at this point that The Scribe started giggling pretty much uncontrollably. It turns out, something I knew…but forgot, our Mother’s middle name is also Elizabeth. A kind of irony, circular nature of the universe, that almost blew my mind…if I wasn’t curled up with our Dad rolling around in total bemusement.
So, after I wept the tears of laughter out of my eyes, I started piecing together what Zoe’s initials would spell. If she took our fathers last name she would be ZEN. Should our parents have decided to christen her with our mothers last name she would be ZEB.
Then the next time we were at the vets office for our yearly shots, vet prodding of parts that should – in my opinion – be left alone, after we were rewarded for our grand behavior with some delicious treats, I recalled that when the receptionist called us, they announced that the room for Zoe Browman was ready.
HA!!!
I knew that Zoe could not be ZEN as she has exhibited no Zen-like behaviors toward me or our pack…although I am glad – most of the time – that she joined our clan.
The Tempest