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Semi-Wasted Saturday

I spent all day yesterday at a Fred Pryor Seminar back at the home office about 160 miles from my house. So I got to spend six hours driving in the no A/C car and eight hours listening to tapes and watching video with a surly bunch who didn’t want to be there, either. We did get fed copiously, that was the one good thing out of the whole deal. But with the fourteen hours spent on my ass doing basically nothing, I was completely worn out.

I came home last night, spent a few hours with the wife and then crashed hard at about 10:00, or 11:00, can’t remember which. I woke up at 6:00 this morning, feeling a little like a human again, but since it was two hours before the alarm was to go off (my second job), I went back to sleep. Really, really bad idea.

I always get “stupid dreams” when I sleep more than six or seven hours, this time was no exception. Everyone I knew, my family and friends, didn’t want anything to do with me and would do fun things and exclude me. Sometimes they would ignore me, like I was not even there. And over all this, with my anger and my frustration, I get the idea that it’s all my fault. No surprise there. Everything screwed up in my life is my fault, the blame is squarely on my own hairy shoulders… I don’t need any dream interpretation to tell me that.

I woke up with the alarm to find the dog digging claws into my back. I tell the wife about my dreams, she gives me a kiss, and rolls over back to sleep. Hmmph. I need to start getting up earlier…

I’ll most likely kill this entry later, I don’t know…

Attack of the Microbeast

I live in an apartment and right now, the maintenance folks are cleaning out the gutters, throwing this spring’s dirt and half grown weeds to the ground. They do this a few times a year because I got this huge-ass tree in my microscopic patch of front yard that drops seed pods that look like green beans. Sometimes these beans take root and start growing trees in the gutters.

My dog, Teena, (a Rat Terrier, also affectionately known as “The Microbeast“) is having an apoplectic fit because someone is “touching the house.” She’s running through the house, following the sounds of footsteps on the roof and barking at the ceiling. She’s gnawing at the mini-blinds because there is stuff falling past the windows into “her yard!”

In short she is in full “Protect-O-Mutt” mode. She’ll bark and snarl furiously and them run to me and hop onto my lap for reassurance.

Silly dog… Gotta love her! I’ll have to post some pics later.

Celebrity Tanker Dog

Tanker dog is fast becoming a celebrity, What is the pup gonna do? Woof once for yes, twice for no?

“Jay Leno wants to fly her to Los Angeles to appear on his late-night talk show, while news crews from across the country also are itching for a chance to sit down with the little hero. First, though, she’s got to cool her paws in quarantine.”

Having lived in Hawaii, I know that the pup will have to chill out for four months in quarantine before anyone will be adopting it much less having it on the Tonite Show. We moved to Hawaii in ’74 bringing the family dog and we only got to visit her in a cage for the first four months we were there. After she got out we have a big back yard for her to play in so she was a happy pup.

Rubber Freak – Signs and Portents

My dog, a two-year old Rat Terrier, Teena, is insane! How else would you describe her fanatic devotion to a red rubber ball. If we throw the ball, she chases it down, “kills” it, and returns it to us. Dozens, hundreds of times! If we hide the ball in the couch cushions, she digs for it with a single minded determination that borders on hysteria. If we put the ball away in the kitchen drawer, she will climb onto our chests, lick our faces (begging for the ball) and if we don’t give it to her she’ll slink off into another room and pout for hours.

Has there been any studies done on the effect of rubber on dogs? Does chasing and slobbering on red things increase endorphin levels to the point of addiction? How can a dog chase this ball for HOURS with only a break to lick the water bowl. Dogs are mighty strange sometimes…

At least she don’t drink from the toilet…


Sgt. Stryker, whose great “warblog” I regularly read, has a great entry about “Signs and Portents.” He, like many others, recognize that the world and America as we know it are about to change, and drastically. We can see the signs: Cloning, technology, terrorism, and the general nastiness of your fellow Americans to each other. What will the results turn out to be? We will never really know.

When I say we, I mean those folks who are “children of the 20th century,” as Sarge puts it, will never be able to fully understand the changes to be wrought, because the labels and terms we would use to categorize it are based on our understanding of how “our world” runs. The changes to come will be so dramatic that we may never be able to fully understand them, coming from our 20th century viewpoint. And since we can’t understand it, it’s kinda scary. The changes can be good or bad, we just can’t predict them and that leads to fear of the unknown.

I think America, since the Civil War, “reinvents itself” about every 50 years. Major unforeseen changes occur that the old generation are just not equipped to understand. Conflict then comes about to prevent these changes, yet this “resistance to change” causes great changes the world in it own right. The Civil War; the mass migration, the Industrial Revolution and the Great War; World War Two and the Atomic Age; The Internet, terrorism and the Information Age. A lot of terrible things have happened in each of those eras, but so have many great and wondrous things.

Sarge is obviously a very insightful guy. He recognized the monster, we all did. But unlike me and many others, he could describe the nature of the beast, if not it’s appearance.

Dog Mauling Trial

I’ve been hearing a lot about the Dog Mauling trial, the woman was convicted of second degree murder for letting her dog kill someone else, the man was convicted of involuntary manslaughter (it should have been murder, IMHO). On the FOX News show, people are calling in on how mean and unfair the conviction is. I heard one rabid woman, telling how unfair it was for the woman to be punished because of what her dog did. Another male caller said that the people should pay for the dog’s actions, but in the same breath condemned the verdict because he felt the court was trying to make a point because the victim was gay (I shoulda figured that one was coming). The last caller, I guess a woman, screaming with spittle no doubt flying from her flapping lips, condemns the court and jury with incoherent ideas and words.

This torques me off massively. When did the USA get to be such a pussified, sniveling country? Who do I have to go back in time and kill to prevent it from happening? Clinton? Kennedy? Or to have to go all the way back to FDR and the New Deal? Gimme a box cutter and a time machine, I’ll do it!

We are now a country where people are not capable of taking personal responsibility for their lives and their actions. Two kids carry out a plan to kill a bunch of people in their school and others are quick to jump up and blame society, blame music and video games, blame the jocks, blame the weapons, anything but blame the two twisted bastards that did it.

Let me tell you about MY dog. Back in the eighties we got a dog, a doberman pinscher that was already a year old, was running wild in the neighborhood, and was “wild and unmanageable.” We took her in, cleaned her up, and trained her with love and a firm hand. Everyone else was scared to death of her because she was a “killer dobie” and looked vicious. But she was really a big baby and a 80 pound lap dog.

When my granddaughter was two, she used to wallow all over that “mean” dog, dress it in clothes, put clip on earrings on it, hug and kiss it. This dog, if it had been trained and no doubt abused, it might have hurt or killed this little child. But as it was, this dog was trained and loved and was really devoted to our granddaughter. We trained her that way, she wasn’t born that way. God forbid, if the dog had done anything to the child, it would have to be our fault. It would have been our failure, our fault. (In 2001, our pretty puppy died at the ripe old age of 17, living 5 years longer that anyone suspected)

The people who owned and trained these dogs to be killers, should are to blame. They created a weapon and that weapon killed. If I killed someone with my gun, should I blame it on the gun? I don’t think so.

The dogs, the weapons in this case, have already been destroyed. As much as I like dogs, I guess it was for the better. You don’t leave a weapon around to kill again, do you…