LONG TIME NO C...,
Hello Dog Park Packies,
Well, it has been and will be again, long time with no C..vitamin, that is. And, with the W word coming...it will probably be a long time again. Today, and this weekend was a gorgeous reprieve from the impending onslaught. I had a great time today and yesterday enjoying the weather and final wearing of summer duds.
Saw a lot of familiar faces. Watching the dogs is ever a learning lesson on patience, wisdom and knowledge...that they have to give to us. I saw a lady today, hysterically, screaming at her naughty dog, thereby, imposing her anxiety on the dogs and people at the park. It did not go unnoticed by some of the humans. Really, folks, anxiety is energy which can be inflicted on any being within energy range. Never under-estimate the power of projection of good, bad and anxiety. So, chill when you are commanding your dog, it will help, not only your dog, but the entire pack, as well. Remember, dog park is therapy for the dogs and we humans.
It was fun today to meet two huge Great, Great Danes. One is a three year old male from Georgia, named, Blue, since he is a Steel Blue Dane. Then he met his Dane match...Delia the female Dane pup of six months. A big boy Dane with a female Dane pup...instant love. Blue is a steel blue color and about 140 puny pounds...not. Delia was selected for her disposition because, eventually, she will be a therapy dog for disturbed children. You hear all kinds of stories at dog park. I had a friend whose family had adopted a Dane. They were having a Sunday roast beef that they put on the kitchen counter to set post roast. Guess who came to dinner...without an invite. The family had hamburgers for dinner that day.
Speaking of Long Time No C....it behooves we folks in northern climes to take our C whenever and where ever we can. I prefer a mid-winter vacation in the Caribean Sea (sp?)
to take in my C. One can also take vitamin pills. I think I am preparing for the Winter lack of sunshine. You can buy a simple plant grow light and place it in a reading lamp and read by it 20 minutes AM and 20 minutes PM to beat the winter blues...just a tip for the upcoming W word.
I hear that Mojo Rising had been feeling not too well. Being a senior dog can be challenging to dog and human. Wishing Mojo all the best for he and his master. It is hard to watch our dogs age. I know the feeling.
I was watching a Animal Planet National Dog Show...a spaniel, cocker, I think, was named
"The Dude"...not Dude, but "The Dude". We Lebowski Fest fanatics know who that was named after. It is good to know that some dog people revere the Hippie slacker, The Dude...even immortalized as a spaniel. I must say that it is a mixed marriage of Dude and spaniels... I could see a Dane named the Dude, or a Great Pyranees, or perhaps, a Berner...since they seem to be slackers and lovers. I hate the blanking Eagles, said The Dude. You had to be there. If you have not yet seen "The Big Lebowski", which was made by the Coen Brothers...I would marry both of them at the same time, who made this homage to a friend of theirs who was a hippie slacker who imbibed frequently with White Russians. It should be known, also, that The Dude, was an author the the first draft of the Port Huron
Statement, ( look it up on Wikipedia). The Dude made it clear that he had nothing to do with the "watered down, second draft of the Port Huron Statement, which was, lamentably, the final draft. What can you do. It this paragraph seems irrelevant to you, I do suggest that you look up the Port Huron Statement...read it and weep.
So, chomp down on your C's and buck up because winter is coming...yuck.
That's all she wrote. Roe
Watc
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
ABLE CAIN
ABLE CAIN....
Dogs Du Jour: Cain whose brother is named....I don't know. But, Able sounded like a good choice. Able (so to speak) was sold last weekend at age 10 weeks. Cain came to dp with his mother and grandmother. The two girls in this family were both, well, shall we say, obviously breeding dogs of the American Bull Dog type. You know, the kind like Isabelle whose human is Joseph the teenager. Apparently, 13 year old Joseph has discovered girls, because he is no longer at dp admiring pups. Oh to be young again, not. But, Cain a 10 week old male Am Bull dog pup, black and white and too cute for words was scrumptious and cuddled by all.
There are a number of new dogs to dog park. These are, also, Dogs Du Jour: the sort of bro-sis Rat Terriers named Daisy and Snickers. They look like siblings, but, were actually, rescued at different shelters. Molto cuto these two black and white terriers. Snicks immediately took to dp. Daisy, not so much. But she is getting used to it more with each visit.
Dog park drama continues. As I walked into dp today there was tension between regular people who dislike each other. One accused the other of not picking up after one of the dogs. The human did not believe the people leaving park. The park leavers yelled back...do you think we are making it up? The offended human said, sure do. Well, you know, whatever...I try to get into the Zen of dp, but sometimes, it is interrupted by such tensions. Life is too short for such BS.
I have seen a gorgeous new Berner pup named...(I can't remember) but a dog just like his humans' previous Berner named Boomer. Boomer left us about 6 months ago.
I feel like a rift...so here goes. WTF...the mid-term elections are going to be ugly. I know this will P.O. some people, but I feel badly for Barak Obama. I think he is brilliant, but, too Hyde Park, for the rest of the country, much less the world. He kinda blew it because it is, after all, "the economy, stupid", as Bill Clinton's campaign noted. Barak just had his own agenda. WTF with Rahm Emanuel throwing Barak under the bus? Rahm abandoning the ship is awful. I bet he and Daley had a nice talk prior to the announcement that Daley would not seek another term. One of the humans at dp said that Daley is not running again because of the municipal bonds coming due next year without money to pay back those who invested in said bonds. Wait til you can't pay the Police or Fire Depts. It will get ugly. But these are ugly times. Nonetheless, I see there is some improvement in the economy. About every block or two I see a new business opening. That is a good sign. I hear about people going on job interviews. I see that Trader Joe's on Lincoln is hiring 20 part time people with health insurance for part time. Most people there have college, if not, masters degrees.
I think how easily I used to blow through money. Especially, when I went to Las Vegas. I blew through and entire roll of quarters. Wow. But of the humana's of the dp supposedly said she would give her boyfriend$20 to blow himself. If you read that sentence one particular way, you will find that you have a tad of a dirty mind. It was innocently stated. I am told of one human that she has the mentality of a 14 year old boy. Hmmm. Have you ever noticed that the subject of sex comes up fairly frequently on the sunny side of the bench? Perhaps, it is just a core group of park deviates to go there...one never knows.
So today, we have covered Dogs Du Jour, conflict and sex. That about covers it all.
That's all she wrote. Roe
Dogs Du Jour: Cain whose brother is named....I don't know. But, Able sounded like a good choice. Able (so to speak) was sold last weekend at age 10 weeks. Cain came to dp with his mother and grandmother. The two girls in this family were both, well, shall we say, obviously breeding dogs of the American Bull Dog type. You know, the kind like Isabelle whose human is Joseph the teenager. Apparently, 13 year old Joseph has discovered girls, because he is no longer at dp admiring pups. Oh to be young again, not. But, Cain a 10 week old male Am Bull dog pup, black and white and too cute for words was scrumptious and cuddled by all.
There are a number of new dogs to dog park. These are, also, Dogs Du Jour: the sort of bro-sis Rat Terriers named Daisy and Snickers. They look like siblings, but, were actually, rescued at different shelters. Molto cuto these two black and white terriers. Snicks immediately took to dp. Daisy, not so much. But she is getting used to it more with each visit.
Dog park drama continues. As I walked into dp today there was tension between regular people who dislike each other. One accused the other of not picking up after one of the dogs. The human did not believe the people leaving park. The park leavers yelled back...do you think we are making it up? The offended human said, sure do. Well, you know, whatever...I try to get into the Zen of dp, but sometimes, it is interrupted by such tensions. Life is too short for such BS.
I have seen a gorgeous new Berner pup named...(I can't remember) but a dog just like his humans' previous Berner named Boomer. Boomer left us about 6 months ago.
I feel like a rift...so here goes. WTF...the mid-term elections are going to be ugly. I know this will P.O. some people, but I feel badly for Barak Obama. I think he is brilliant, but, too Hyde Park, for the rest of the country, much less the world. He kinda blew it because it is, after all, "the economy, stupid", as Bill Clinton's campaign noted. Barak just had his own agenda. WTF with Rahm Emanuel throwing Barak under the bus? Rahm abandoning the ship is awful. I bet he and Daley had a nice talk prior to the announcement that Daley would not seek another term. One of the humans at dp said that Daley is not running again because of the municipal bonds coming due next year without money to pay back those who invested in said bonds. Wait til you can't pay the Police or Fire Depts. It will get ugly. But these are ugly times. Nonetheless, I see there is some improvement in the economy. About every block or two I see a new business opening. That is a good sign. I hear about people going on job interviews. I see that Trader Joe's on Lincoln is hiring 20 part time people with health insurance for part time. Most people there have college, if not, masters degrees.
I think how easily I used to blow through money. Especially, when I went to Las Vegas. I blew through and entire roll of quarters. Wow. But of the humana's of the dp supposedly said she would give her boyfriend$20 to blow himself. If you read that sentence one particular way, you will find that you have a tad of a dirty mind. It was innocently stated. I am told of one human that she has the mentality of a 14 year old boy. Hmmm. Have you ever noticed that the subject of sex comes up fairly frequently on the sunny side of the bench? Perhaps, it is just a core group of park deviates to go there...one never knows.
So today, we have covered Dogs Du Jour, conflict and sex. That about covers it all.
That's all she wrote. Roe
Monday, September 13, 2010
DAYS IN THE SUN
DAYS IN THE SUN
Hello..to all of you dog park sun worshipers. I saw you all languid in the fading sunlight, holding onto the lingering days of sunshine and warmth. Several people in the past several days have mentioned what happens after fall. You know what that is. We will survive. Hopefully, the economy will have picked up to allow a sunshine vacation for us'n...
(That is a creative apostrophe of us all, n'all as they say in the South...but what do they know). The lost the War of Yankee Aggression, at least, miliatarily, because it is still post Civil War even though we are in the next Millenium...there are still vestiges of racism that exist. We shall overcome...
Dogs Du Jour: Today we are going to celebrate a new park pup, named Gus the Bernaise Highlander. What a luscious boy he is. Everyone was getting the "blankey" effect from hugging and kissing this yummy boy. He is 4 1/2 months old and came from a breeder in NJ. His human had to drive to NJ and bring him back by car. The breeder would not allow him to be sent by air or freight. Good breeder...apparently, she cried a river when he left. Her loss, our gain. Another sweetie du jour is Baxter the German Shepard and his tiny dog sis a Chuauah??? named Stella. Molto cuto. Apparently, Stella runs big bro German Shepard around their home. Why not. The Audacity of Hope, canine variety.
This the 9th anniversary of 9/11 brought a host of shows and rewinds of that horrible day. I must say that I think I watched too much. Still attempting to come to some grips with the horrific event. But, after viewing about 6 hours of a variety of shows about it all, I had reached a saturation point. It does not dishonor those who were lost not to indulge it. Someone asked when will it fade away? Next year will be very big for the 10th anniversary. Generally, the upset and hoopla fades for most. However, for the families, it will never fade. But, in December, the 7th is still remembered, so this will probably be with us for the rest of our lives, consciously or unconsciously.
The collective unconscious of dog park is a coalesced essence of urbanity with a myriad of ideas, politics, economic views, neighborhood perspectives and an amalgam of it all. Humanity arrives with the dogs. Just doing a thought rift for you all.
I want to remember Boomer, a Bernaise who went to the Rainbow Bridge about 6 months ago. His Humana, said that she so fell in love with Boomer, whom she met when he was 2 years old that she would marry him. I told her I understood. So, in memory of those sweet doggies whom we have loved, smile and remember with a tender heart all the love that they gave you. I ran into someone today at dp who knew my second Golden Retriever named "Lucy". She was the first Lucy in Lakeview...honestly. I rescued her from RAGS (Rescue a Golden Service) now defunct. Boy, did I luck out. Since I used to have my therapy office in my home, Lucy did the therapy and I signed the forms. This person remembered her with love and sweetness. The day I had her put down, on the way to the Vets, someone stopped us and said that she was the most beautiful dog he had ever seen. They all steal our hearts...our little bandits.
I have it on reliable info that as soon as we get a park drawing rendering or whatever it is called by architects, we submit for bids and then...perhaps by the Presidential election, we will have a park extension. Prez should have given jobs to people to complete the renovation.
Since I seemed to have run out of anything, except run on sentences, I will end today's blog before it further devolves.
That's all she wrote. Roe
Hello..to all of you dog park sun worshipers. I saw you all languid in the fading sunlight, holding onto the lingering days of sunshine and warmth. Several people in the past several days have mentioned what happens after fall. You know what that is. We will survive. Hopefully, the economy will have picked up to allow a sunshine vacation for us'n...
(That is a creative apostrophe of us all, n'all as they say in the South...but what do they know). The lost the War of Yankee Aggression, at least, miliatarily, because it is still post Civil War even though we are in the next Millenium...there are still vestiges of racism that exist. We shall overcome...
Dogs Du Jour: Today we are going to celebrate a new park pup, named Gus the Bernaise Highlander. What a luscious boy he is. Everyone was getting the "blankey" effect from hugging and kissing this yummy boy. He is 4 1/2 months old and came from a breeder in NJ. His human had to drive to NJ and bring him back by car. The breeder would not allow him to be sent by air or freight. Good breeder...apparently, she cried a river when he left. Her loss, our gain. Another sweetie du jour is Baxter the German Shepard and his tiny dog sis a Chuauah??? named Stella. Molto cuto. Apparently, Stella runs big bro German Shepard around their home. Why not. The Audacity of Hope, canine variety.
This the 9th anniversary of 9/11 brought a host of shows and rewinds of that horrible day. I must say that I think I watched too much. Still attempting to come to some grips with the horrific event. But, after viewing about 6 hours of a variety of shows about it all, I had reached a saturation point. It does not dishonor those who were lost not to indulge it. Someone asked when will it fade away? Next year will be very big for the 10th anniversary. Generally, the upset and hoopla fades for most. However, for the families, it will never fade. But, in December, the 7th is still remembered, so this will probably be with us for the rest of our lives, consciously or unconsciously.
The collective unconscious of dog park is a coalesced essence of urbanity with a myriad of ideas, politics, economic views, neighborhood perspectives and an amalgam of it all. Humanity arrives with the dogs. Just doing a thought rift for you all.
I want to remember Boomer, a Bernaise who went to the Rainbow Bridge about 6 months ago. His Humana, said that she so fell in love with Boomer, whom she met when he was 2 years old that she would marry him. I told her I understood. So, in memory of those sweet doggies whom we have loved, smile and remember with a tender heart all the love that they gave you. I ran into someone today at dp who knew my second Golden Retriever named "Lucy". She was the first Lucy in Lakeview...honestly. I rescued her from RAGS (Rescue a Golden Service) now defunct. Boy, did I luck out. Since I used to have my therapy office in my home, Lucy did the therapy and I signed the forms. This person remembered her with love and sweetness. The day I had her put down, on the way to the Vets, someone stopped us and said that she was the most beautiful dog he had ever seen. They all steal our hearts...our little bandits.
I have it on reliable info that as soon as we get a park drawing rendering or whatever it is called by architects, we submit for bids and then...perhaps by the Presidential election, we will have a park extension. Prez should have given jobs to people to complete the renovation.
Since I seemed to have run out of anything, except run on sentences, I will end today's blog before it further devolves.
That's all she wrote. Roe
HELP DOG PARK EXPAND
HELP DOG PARK EXPAND
You have no doubt noticed our absence of the park expansion that we raised funds from last summer. Well, we are in need of an architect to make a drawing to submit to contractors for bidding. Anyone available or know someone available to do this one drawing? The park district said that they had an architect to do it...NOT. So, dog parkies, check around your friends and see if anyone is up for a good deed that will not require too much.
Also, I am told by Liza's human, Bill, that we need a volunteer to write copy for the Wiggly Field web site. The copy follows a format and is pretty easy to do. So ask around for volunteers.
For either of these let me know, or Bill.
I will write a real blog later.
Have a good day. Roe
You have no doubt noticed our absence of the park expansion that we raised funds from last summer. Well, we are in need of an architect to make a drawing to submit to contractors for bidding. Anyone available or know someone available to do this one drawing? The park district said that they had an architect to do it...NOT. So, dog parkies, check around your friends and see if anyone is up for a good deed that will not require too much.
Also, I am told by Liza's human, Bill, that we need a volunteer to write copy for the Wiggly Field web site. The copy follows a format and is pretty easy to do. So ask around for volunteers.
For either of these let me know, or Bill.
I will write a real blog later.
Have a good day. Roe
Friday, September 10, 2010
OPY TAYLOR TALKS TO THE HAND
OPY TAYLOR TALKS TO THE HAND
What does that mean? I haven't a clue, but it was a good story. In fact, one of the humans from dog park told a story of being in McDonalds on North Ave recently when a bru-ha-ha ensured. It appears that the McDees was busy. A woman who was seated at a table wanted it cleaned immediately and began screaming obscenities at the staff. She was rather disgruntled (I like that word, disgruntled...was she un-grunting)? A senior citizen complete with cane of 75+ years said to the disgruntlee that she was being a bit disrespectful (boy, he was polite). In fact, disgruntlee was screaming unprintable expletives throughout the fast food emporium. Opy Taylor, went to the aid of the older gentleman. He approached said, disgruntled woman and asked her if she wanted to go to jail? She replied with louder and more colorful assortment of swearing. Said she, "Listen Opy Taylor, you shut up, you little mf, mf, mf, mf-er". Opy was not upset. He quietly walked out of Mickey's where a Chicago Police car sat nearby with two officers sitting inside. Opy told of the events and the out of control woman. Opy talked not only to the hand, but also, to the authorities. She was taken away, I hope she was taken to a hospital. No one who is well will take on Opy Taylor. This story has been abridged for publication. I learned the word, "Bawdlerized" in Lit. in college. It is a Victorian method for cleaning up a book. The Tales of Opy to be continued.
Dogs Du Jour: First we have a new pup: Eloise. She is a very small 9 week old French Bull dog pup. Kind of black brindl with a mischievous nature. She is quite a charmer and people were oohing and aahing over her. Another pup to be embraced is Baxter. Baxter's human described him as a "dust mop" looking dog. He does look like that...very fluffy and a tad stringy. He is a 9 month old mini-golden-doodle. He runs in circles and likes to mix it up.
Roxy. I have written about her before. She is a beautiful mystery mix and a beautiful mystery, in fact. Roxy looks like a fox and runs like the wind. She was leading the race around dog park on Tuesday or Wednesday. She ran and ran and ran....like the wind. Everyone was staring at her if their eyes could keep up with her. It was a though she were a fox and outrunning all of the hounds. When she runs, she does the double suspension thing. That is when her legs are extended, they are all airborne. When her legs are pulled under her, they are all off the ground. We do not know what breeds she leads. I swear she is part fox. She has a pink nose which, I am told is typical of (I can't spell) Shibu-Inu's. That is a phonetic guess, only. That lady at McDonald's shouldn't have taken on Opy and if Roxy had been there, she would have stolen the show from everyone...hand or not. Foxy-Roxy is ever engaging and every time I see her, I love her more. Check her out. She comes with a dog walker named Melissa who is there from around 11 AM to 1PM-ish.
As I walked into dp the other day, I thought, where did summer go. I was cold and did not have a sweater or jacket. All on the sunny bench (it was cold, after all), agreed that summer vanished presto. Ollie and Aengus's mom, ever optimistic, thought that summer will return, at least a day or two, here and there. I hope so. Successful life in this city requires a winter getaway to somewhere warm. I am already plotting my escape.
Of Tails and Commodities...I have it on reliable info from a number of people in the financial markets to get out of stock and into commodities, especially, silver. Just thought sharing that might give people food for financial thought. But, please, no guarantees or responsibility here. I read an article that as a country, we need to shape up and get a more positive attitude. So, I am spreading sunshine and hope. There will always be a dog park.
That's all she wrote. Roe
What does that mean? I haven't a clue, but it was a good story. In fact, one of the humans from dog park told a story of being in McDonalds on North Ave recently when a bru-ha-ha ensured. It appears that the McDees was busy. A woman who was seated at a table wanted it cleaned immediately and began screaming obscenities at the staff. She was rather disgruntled (I like that word, disgruntled...was she un-grunting)? A senior citizen complete with cane of 75+ years said to the disgruntlee that she was being a bit disrespectful (boy, he was polite). In fact, disgruntlee was screaming unprintable expletives throughout the fast food emporium. Opy Taylor, went to the aid of the older gentleman. He approached said, disgruntled woman and asked her if she wanted to go to jail? She replied with louder and more colorful assortment of swearing. Said she, "Listen Opy Taylor, you shut up, you little mf, mf, mf, mf-er". Opy was not upset. He quietly walked out of Mickey's where a Chicago Police car sat nearby with two officers sitting inside. Opy told of the events and the out of control woman. Opy talked not only to the hand, but also, to the authorities. She was taken away, I hope she was taken to a hospital. No one who is well will take on Opy Taylor. This story has been abridged for publication. I learned the word, "Bawdlerized" in Lit. in college. It is a Victorian method for cleaning up a book. The Tales of Opy to be continued.
Dogs Du Jour: First we have a new pup: Eloise. She is a very small 9 week old French Bull dog pup. Kind of black brindl with a mischievous nature. She is quite a charmer and people were oohing and aahing over her. Another pup to be embraced is Baxter. Baxter's human described him as a "dust mop" looking dog. He does look like that...very fluffy and a tad stringy. He is a 9 month old mini-golden-doodle. He runs in circles and likes to mix it up.
Roxy. I have written about her before. She is a beautiful mystery mix and a beautiful mystery, in fact. Roxy looks like a fox and runs like the wind. She was leading the race around dog park on Tuesday or Wednesday. She ran and ran and ran....like the wind. Everyone was staring at her if their eyes could keep up with her. It was a though she were a fox and outrunning all of the hounds. When she runs, she does the double suspension thing. That is when her legs are extended, they are all airborne. When her legs are pulled under her, they are all off the ground. We do not know what breeds she leads. I swear she is part fox. She has a pink nose which, I am told is typical of (I can't spell) Shibu-Inu's. That is a phonetic guess, only. That lady at McDonald's shouldn't have taken on Opy and if Roxy had been there, she would have stolen the show from everyone...hand or not. Foxy-Roxy is ever engaging and every time I see her, I love her more. Check her out. She comes with a dog walker named Melissa who is there from around 11 AM to 1PM-ish.
As I walked into dp the other day, I thought, where did summer go. I was cold and did not have a sweater or jacket. All on the sunny bench (it was cold, after all), agreed that summer vanished presto. Ollie and Aengus's mom, ever optimistic, thought that summer will return, at least a day or two, here and there. I hope so. Successful life in this city requires a winter getaway to somewhere warm. I am already plotting my escape.
Of Tails and Commodities...I have it on reliable info from a number of people in the financial markets to get out of stock and into commodities, especially, silver. Just thought sharing that might give people food for financial thought. But, please, no guarantees or responsibility here. I read an article that as a country, we need to shape up and get a more positive attitude. So, I am spreading sunshine and hope. There will always be a dog park.
That's all she wrote. Roe
Monday, September 6, 2010
Otis
Happy Birthday, Otis- handsome boy.
I just realized that none of my blog titles have been posted on the blog. This is distressing because so much energy goes into the choice of title and the subsequent blog posting. So, I suggest that you look at the the right side of the page, you will see the titles of each blog post. Hope you like it.
That's really all she wrote. Roe
I just realized that none of my blog titles have been posted on the blog. This is distressing because so much energy goes into the choice of title and the subsequent blog posting. So, I suggest that you look at the the right side of the page, you will see the titles of each blog post. Hope you like it.
That's really all she wrote. Roe
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