Under Santa Fe Skies

by Susan Tungate

Harry’s Revenge: Ode to Georgia


Harry the Humble

Hi, Harry the Cat here. I am taking command of Georgia the Dog’s column while she and our person are on a walk. I am outraged at Georgia’s unwarranted and vitriolic attack on my character in yesterday’s column. I must respond to her spurious comments.


Obsequious Georgia

Since I was adopted I have made every effort to be kind to Georgia, playful yet respectful and basically a good brother to her. How does she repay me? She makes a mockery of me! So. Without further ado, my Ode to Georgia the Dog.



Indolent Georgia

I hope that I shall never see,

A dog more indolent than Georgie.

Who spends her days lollygagging around,

Eating dried up chicken bonbons from the ground.


Who smiles and coo’s so sweet for adoration,

Yet turns on me when mom’s on vacation.

Oh, the treacherous path she’s taken,

Even though her feet are knarly and misshapen.


My what a wicked web she weaves,

As she blithely practices to deceive.

I, the humble Harry, noble to the core,

Vow to set my course, Miss Georgia to ignore.


Evermore. Evermore. Evermore!

Self Absorbed Georgia

Georgia’s Ode to Harry the Cat

Hi Georgia the Dog here. My person says April is poetry month. I decided to write a poem about my brother Harry the Cat. First, a bit of background. About three years ago my person and I drove to the pet store for the sole purpose of buying dog food for me. As we walked in the door we saw a woman from the Santa Fe Humane Society pulling little kittens out of a crate. I must admit they were cute, just like the stuffed duck I play with only in a different form.

I sniffed them all. At that point the woman reached into the bottom of the crate and pulled out one more kitten. The kitten was 2 1/2 months old and 2 1/2 pounds. She said this kitten was the calmest kitten she had ever seen. Since he barely moved and was most like my stuffed duck and since it seemed inevitable that my person was going to bring one of these things home with us , I made a big deal out of the last kitten.

And so it was that calm Harry the Cat came home with us. And then he woke up the next morning a full on crazed kitten, zooming around the house and up the windows. Seems the day before he was still groggy from the sedative given to him for his operation.

Today he is a huge cat with a raccoon tail who frankly irritates the heck out of me. Harry never leaves the house except for vet appointments, so we are stuck together most of the day. I could go on, but without further ado, my Ode to Harry the Cat.


He is her bundle of joy.
He is my kitty cat toy.
He lives his life to annoy.
He’s Harry.

He roams and rambles around.
But rarely goes into town.
Stays home and acts like a clown.
He’s Harry.




Hare of The Dogs

Georgia the Dog, here. Sorry but I cannot talk right now. Too busy reading The Genius of Dogs: How Dogs Are Smarter Than You Think by Brian Hare. I’m thinking he should upgrade his name to Brian Dog…

Buy a Table, Save a Dog

Georgia the Dog here. My person says consignment stores are the new growth industry of Santa Fe, perhaps a sign of the times. I have no idea what that means, but I do give 4 paws up to the latest consignment store that opened last Saturday, “barkin attic” located at 851 Saint Michael’s Drive in the Candyman Center. Besides the fact it truly has lovely cabinets and couches and fine art and dishes and more, proceeds benefit the Espanola Valley Humane Society. How great is that! You can buy a table and save a dog, or even a cat like my arch nemesis and roommate Harry.

The manager said they sold half the inventory on opening day, but don’t despair. As we were visiting the shop, more pieces were arriving. Come take a look. Store hours are Monday-Saturday, 10 A.M. to  6 P.M.; phone number is 505.428.0223.






Some Times All We Need Is A Little Encouragement


Georgia the Dog here. Really my headline says it all. Every once in a while, all we need is a little encouragement to clear the next big hurdle. Watch as  puppy  Daisy gets a little support from her buddy.

Have a lovely day.

New Year’s Resolution: Be More Like A Dog

Happy New Year! Georgia the Dog here with a tip for 2013. Be more like me!

When my person walks in the door, my eyes light up, my entire body wags, I run around in circles, and stand on my back legs flapping my paws which cracks her up. In short, I let her know I am so very happy to see her.

At dinner time, I sit right there behind her and smile and wag my tail in appreciation for the food she is preparing for me, unless I see her place vegetables in my bowl, in which case I still smile.

If my person looks a little sad, I jump up on her lap, put both paws on her shoulders and lick her face like she is a piece of chicken. Other times I just give her that adoring look. You know the look, like the one Nancy Reagan gave to Ronald.

In the winter if my person looks cold, I snuggle up and put my little heater body right next to hers. I don’t ask her if she needs a blanket, I just give her one.

And after I see her eyes open in the morning, I place my head on her chest and wag my tail in 360 degree circles. Other times I roll on my back and wiggle while making snorting noises.  It’s very important to start the day with a smile.

I may not have opposable thumbs, which I can imagine would come in very handy, but I do know how to give unconditional love every day in copious amounts.  Be more like me, Georgia the Dog, in 2013. I promise you the world will be a better place.

It Snowed!

Georgia the Dog here. Miracles of miracles, just when I thought I would never see that white crunchy cold stuff on the ground again, it happened yesterday! Harry the Cat and I watched from the couch as white flakes started falling from the sky early Sunday afternoon and kept on coming. I couldn’t believe that of all times, my person was gone for the day. I wanted to go out and play in the stuff.

I waited and waited and finally she came home looking like a wet retriever. She was covered in the stuff and the stuff was melting. Her hair looked BAD! Before she had a chance to dry her hair, I started running around and around in circles and then toward the door trying to get her to take me outside.  I was getting dizzy. Finally, she got the hint.

I was thrilled she remembered to grab my winter coat. She bought it for me 5 years ago,  the first winter we were together. I am quite proud it still fits.

I know what you’re thinking. I know I look like a caterpillar in my coat, but I don’t care. It keeps my hair dry so I don’t end up looking like a wet retriever or my person.

Ah, the perfection that is me, Georgia the Dog!


Dogs Are Smarter Than Cats

Georgia the Dog's Tips

Georgia the Dog here. I have been quiet way too long and not, I may add, by my own choice. Seems my person could not figure out how technically to create a new column under my photo. Last night I saw her pour red liquid into a glass and mumble to herself, “I can do this, I can do this, I have a law degree, I can do this,” so maybe there is hope.

And just in the nick of time because I am hot under my little collar. Seems some fool has released a video which he believes proves cats are smarter than dogs. (If you feel the need to  view this propaganda, click here.) Seriously? Are you kidding me? I live with a cat named Harry. See Exhibit A below.

Harry the Horrible

Does he look like the brightest penny in the jar? Quite frankly, I am embarrassed for him. He hangs out in boxes, he sleeps all day on a poll, and he goes to bathroom in a box in our house.

Harry the Pole Sitter

I, on the other hand, wear beautiful clothes, go shopping with my person, walk all over town to receive the praise of my adoring fans, and have my hair cut and blow dried several times a year.

Beautiful GA

I also stand guard to protect my person and the house.

GA the Hero

And then there’s this, dear reader: Let me gently remind you that you are at this very moment sitting there reading a column titled “Georgia the Dog’s Tips,” not “Harry the Cat’s Tips.” Why? Because Harry, he’s got nothin’! 

Best Drive Thru Window For Dog Biscuits

Georgia the dog here with my first tip for you. Every year the Santa Fe Reporter publishes a Best of Santa Fe addition  highlighting the places, restaurants, service providers and stores that locals rate as the best in Santa Fe. You should pick up a copy or check out their website. However, truth be told,  I always find it lacking for one reason. Year after year they fail to include a category for  Best Drive Thru Window For Dog Biscuits. I intend to petition them next year to include the locals’ favorites, but  in the event you live in Santa Fe or will be bringing one of my colleagues with you on your visit, I offer my own picks now as a courtesy. Without further ado,  I present Georgia’s Picks for Best Drive Thru Window For Dog Biscuits.

Third Place Winner is a tie with Walgreens and  the First National Bank of Santa Fe: They are both on the list because they are nice enough to think of us and go to the effort to buy the dog biscuits and hand them out. Truly, I give them big points for trying. But the truth is, these people hand out huge, very hard and very dry dog biscuits that wouldn’t soften if I dunked them for 30 minutes in my water dish. These things are bricks. Door stoppers.  I see the container coming down the shoot and I hear the thunk  as it takes a hard landing and my heart sinks. Because my person is great about taking me for a car ride now and again, and I want to encourage her to do so,  I try not to show my disappointment. I give a little half hearted wag. My person first uses her hands to try to  break off a piece for me. Then she slams the thing against the steering wheel and, as if encased in steel, that biscuit will not break. Since my person is thoughtful, she often has a little stash in the coffee holder of the good ones you will read about later. She usually places the big dry one on the floor of the car and hands me one of the little tasty ones. I wag my tail like crazy.

Second Place Winner goes to the Los Alamos National Bank: Now this bank has nice treats, not exceptional, but quite tasty.  The woman places a nice little Georgia size biscuit in the tray for me, very civilized. It appears to be the Milk Bone variety. I can chew it easily, it has a nice texture and pleasant aroma. I give them two little paws up.

First Place Winner goes paws down to Ohori’s, a great coffee place: They gently place in my person’s hand an exquisite organic morsel made by Paul Newman. Just melts in my mouth. The best part is they all find me adorable. Lots of praise for the beautifulness of myself, especially my smile. I am always sure to give them my famous 360 degrees tail wag in appreciation. As we leave Ohori’s drive thru window, I snuggle down in my chair, content.