The Yap Of Zorro & A Tall, Yodeling Dominatrix Singer On "America's Got Talent"? Just Another Day In Burien…


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by Shawn Underwood

So, Leslie and I were walking on the beach in front of our house yesterday and a little black and white Jack Russell Terrier playfully ran between Mr. Big and Mr. Small.

“Look at that dog Leslie, isn’t he cute?”

“Mom, that reminds me, my birthday is coming up and wellll—I really want another dog,” she spat out in rapid teenager fashion. I studiously ignored my youngest child as I watched the Terrier.

The walk posed the usual trials—Mr. Big ran into the neighbors yard as he investigated whatever it is that dogs dig for, while Mr. Small hunted for rats in the bulkhead. The usual fare.

After we corralled our ill-mannered pups, we hiked back up the hill escorted by the Terrier. He was still cute.

Once our little family was inside, the determined little fellow scratched and scratched and scratched at the front door.

“Oh God, Leslie, look at him, we have to do something.” “Mom, let him in, he’s a nice doggy.”

This is Zorro, who apparently has been in Teatro Zinzanni.

No one in the neighborhood recognized him, however all the neighbors doted on him and called him “Good dog.” He wagged his tail and looked very pleased with himself. What dog wouldn’t?

So, we drove to Five Corner Veterinary Clinic to have him checked for a chip. He had one. Thank goodness – someone loved him and was obviously missing him. The chip was registered at a hospital and the hospital was closed. Of course.

Five Corner Veterinary convinced me that the small Terrier would be well taken care of at the Animal Shelter.

“He won’t go to the big fire-hydrant in the sky will he?” I asked in a nervous tone. “No, no, we will call you as soon as he’s comfortably settled,” said Steve, the South King County Shelter guy who happened to be at the clinic. So we assured the little Terrier that we would check on him tomorrow and if no one claimed him, well he could come live with Mr. Big and Mr. Small. He was certainly much better mannered than Mr. Big or Mr. Small. He wagged his tail happily from the front seat of Steve’s patrol car and licked the window.

At home, Leslie posted a note on the Threetreepoint Yahoo Group website with a fetching picture of Zorro. The phone rang less than 30 minutes later.

“So, I think you have my dog Zorro,” said a very friendly voice, although it was rather difficult to hear him because of the child chatter in the background.

“Well, yes I did, but don’t worry, he’s ok,” I stammered. I told him where Zorro was and assured him of Zorro’s safety.

“Oh, not to worry, he escapes all the time.” “I’ll phone them right now.”

Ten minutes go by and my new friend calls again:

“I messed up the numbers, can you give them to me again.”

“How many kids do you have?” I said, assuming he couldn’t hear me the first time I gave him the numbers.

“Just two, ages one and three.”

“Do you need a babysitter?”

“What are you kidding me? This is simply fortuitous, yes I need a babysitter. Do you watch ‘America’s Got Talent’?” he said.

Huh, where was the segue?

“Uh, sometimes.”

“Well, my wife is on Tuesday night, 9pm, she is a 6’2” singer, you can’t miss her…be sure to watch!”

“Well ok, I will.”

After my new friend and Leslie worked out the babysitting days, Leslie and rehashed the tale of Zorro.

  1. Find friendly dog.
  2. Post finding on Threetreepoint yahoo site.
  3. Receive phone call immediately.
  4. Leslie gets babysitting job.
  5. Find we have a local celebrity.

In conclusion—watch “America’s Got Talent” on Tuesday night Aug. 4th and see our 6’2” singing neighbor, and the next time anyone finds Zorro, just say “Go home Zorro.”

Even when he’s scratching on the door.

[EDITOR’S NOTE: Despite being unable to confirm this 6’2″ tall local singer’s identity, we’re 99% certain her name is Manuela Horn, an accomplished singer, model, actress and spokesperson (she’s been in Teatro Zinzanni) who may now be residing in Burien (actually she may be sequestered in a hotel room in LA right now).

We did some digging, and found this video which showcases her talents in a rather unusual way:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I5rVO-2e_s0

Twenty-five years of living in Burien gives Humorist Shawn Underwood much fodder for her writings.

All of her stories are true, or at least have a grain of truth with no added embellishments.

Or something like that.

Read more of her humor at her website here.

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