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Living In The Dot Calm Era

February 3, 2010

It’s pretty remarkable that a dog this fast, one who has caught two rabbits this season, would, for the most part, lay on her back all day, teeth exposed, dead fast asleep. Maybe not 24/7. But 23/7 for sure.

It is also amazing to me that the other day I went to clip her nails and…she fell asleep. While asleep I was also able to brush her teeth. Let sleeping dogs lay, indeed.

Which reminds me…

Yesterday at a Paws For Reading event I had this tyrant-in-training kid. As usual, Stella was picked last because she’s tall and skinny and kids like those small fluffy dogs. But because this brat came in late, Stella was his only option. He did not say hello but just plunked himself down and began to read. Stella wanted to check him out so she sniffed the top of his head and began tasting his hair, “I don’t want her touching me while I’m reading!” he demanded.

As if Stella could understand English, or maybe she’s fluent in “brat” she actually moved and stretched out on the floor a few feet away. Immediately the kid then yells, “Why isn’t she here? I want her HERE!”

I told him that Stella was more comfortable stretched out and suggested he go over to her and read. He got up and went to her but then began to reprimand, “Don’t sleep. You listen to me, dog, don’t sleep while I’m reading.”

I let the kid know that Stella wasn’t asleep but couldn’t help but warn him that he should never get up in the face of a dog he doesn’t know, especially if they were sleeping. When I added that some dogs could react and bite I could see the information registering in his eyes, settling deep into his brain. I could tell: He’d be taking this pearl of wisdom home with him for good.

It was interesting to observe this child. First he did not want Stella to touch or bother him. Then, when she moved away he was angry about that. He said he was tired of reading. And then he became angry because Stella wasn’t listening to him read, “How can she listen to you read if you’re not reading?” I asked. He had moved on to being angry about how skinny she was.

I wondered about this kid. I wondered if he had any friends and what his life as an adult would look like with this off-putting personality. I wondered if he just came out of the womb a brat and the parents were trying like mad to work with him. Or if his parents were verbally abusive and he was just passing along what he knew to Stella. And to some degree, me.

And I wondered too since my business has a baby focus that if people thought about giving birth to an adult–or even a seven year old–if they thought about that vs. an infant if they’d have children at all. Because the possibilities of personality quirks and disturbances are limitless. I thought about this too: in the end, as a parent, you will likely spend much more time relating to your child in an adult form vs. child. So what happens if you just do not like that person that is your kid?

Makes yah think. And ramble. What a crap shoot this all is.

A Good Friend With A Good Idea

January 8, 2010

We interrupt this dog blog for something different. Actually 365 days worth of something different.

My good friend Wendy has dedicated herself to doing something different every single day of the year. At night she then downloads the experience onto her blog where those of us doing the same sh*t every day can either feel shamed or inspired.

I’ve decided to be inspired.

So watch out Stella. This something different idea has legs as long as yours. And you just may wake up to find yourself dyed purple or welcoming a pet armadillo into the household.

The Bailout Blues

November 11, 2008

We interrupt this regularly scheduled dog blog because I’m pissed off.

Where’s Mine

I’ve never gone bankrupt
And I’ve always paid my bills,
I’ve lived my life within my means
Without a lot of frills.

I coulda bought a great big house
Back in two thousand six,
With a NINA loan I could have owned
A McMansion—or two—or six.

The credit was a flowing
Faster than the Colorado,
No one could see the end of it
No one thought about tomorrow.

But tomorrow’s come
I’m nearly numb
The Dow’s tumbling every day,
We’ve got Obama
No fuss, no drama
But can he help us find our way?

We’re bailing out AIG
We’re bailing out the banks,
But what about folks like me
Where’s our bail out–where’s our thanks?

Seems the reward for paying taxes,
The reward for being good,
Is to help those who didn’t
Live better than we ever could.