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
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OTIS HANDSOME BOY
Hello, Y'all;
Last week end was a yearly special event...that's right...Otis's annual (I guess birthdays are annual) birthday bash. This guy had it all: Humans, dogs: Chimmy, Ollie, Aengus, BoBo,
a BoBo look alike, with a notable absence of Floyd and Mojo. The doggies, actually, behaved quite well, given that at one time there were 11 dogs in a Chicago backyard. There was one second (quite literally) of dog anxiety/stress. But, then it immediately evaporated like the perspiration clinging to one's brow on a summer breeze...gone with the breeze.
The little town I grew up in had a local newspaper that reported local social events, such as:
"Mrs. Smith had her cousin Mary to lunch. They ate chicken". This is true. A more modern and eco-friendly, dog-friendly version of this would be: " Otis celebrated his birthday with his annual birthday bash. They ate homemade pulled pork". Actually, that sentence was ambiguous. The humans ate pulled pork, pulled by Otis' Dad. Otis' humana (mom) was a gracious hostess and a good time was had by all. Joe and Mia are swell folks... yup! Jordan had a great time, as did all of the beautiful well behaved dog-a-licous pups.
Dog Du Jour: Today a little English Bull Dog pup, aged 11 weeks made his debut at dp. This little darling with a white spot on his head, like a slot machine, is named, Jackpot. Because his humans had hit the jackpot with him. Ollie and Aengus's human pointed out that Bulldogs all seem to have a button of white color or black color on the top of their heads. Like a slot machine, you just push the button and get a jackpot. Clever. If only it worked.
I had an idea that I thought was cool in these times of economic stress. Use dp to network and to support each other's business and/or job hunt. Why not network when ever, where ever. Bring your business cards to dp and hand them out. Perhaps, a friend of a friend , might be of help. If you don't put it out there, the Universe (I call that God) cannot respond.
The cooler weather has been pleasant. On a long, holiday weekend, I was surprised to see how many of the usual humans and their packies, showed up. Usually, I think that people are up, up and away. Oh, no; that's what happened to airfares...up, up and away. Stay-cations work and when you can come to dp and see people and pups that make you feel at home and on a vacation, simultaneously.
I realize how much this park has become a part of my life. I have developed connections that I feel are very important to me personally, and to my doggie. When we go there at times when unfamiliar dogs are there, my pup wanders around, somewhat aimlessly. When she sees a pack that she knows, she just hangs near them. Amazing, well actually, not amazing, that they know each other. OMG, they know each other's smells and doggie emails(urine). I like to think that they understand the sense of community that they bring.
Moving right along, I thought people were making it up when they said they had commented on this blog. Yes, computer challenged is the operative concept. I tripped over some comments while attempting to upload dog photos. I found and read comments and was unable to upload dog photos. Another computer lesson at dp is in the offing.
The end of Labor Day weekend brings a bit of dread for me. I refuse to put away my white clothing as used to be traditional. My mom told me that people who wore white before Memorial Day and after Labor Day were bound to eternal damnation. Thank God that the rules have changed. Now we can wear white all year long while the yuppies rob us blind with their smiles in tact.
I think a certain kind of person hangs at dp. The yups come to show off their emotional extensions. But, the people who come regularly tend to be down home, no bull type folks who tell it like it is...well, most of the time. With John and Gary, one cannot tell if they are being droll and pulling your legs, arms and hair. If not, one gets offended and does not return...ie, if they are not down to earth. Many political points of view are discussed and nary a real verbal altercation, at least about politics, have evolved. I realized that when I will not be a dp for a day or two, I feel a bit deprived of connections. How about you all? Just a thought.
That's all she wrote. Roe
Last week end was a yearly special event...that's right...Otis's annual (I guess birthdays are annual) birthday bash. This guy had it all: Humans, dogs: Chimmy, Ollie, Aengus, BoBo,
a BoBo look alike, with a notable absence of Floyd and Mojo. The doggies, actually, behaved quite well, given that at one time there were 11 dogs in a Chicago backyard. There was one second (quite literally) of dog anxiety/stress. But, then it immediately evaporated like the perspiration clinging to one's brow on a summer breeze...gone with the breeze.
The little town I grew up in had a local newspaper that reported local social events, such as:
"Mrs. Smith had her cousin Mary to lunch. They ate chicken". This is true. A more modern and eco-friendly, dog-friendly version of this would be: " Otis celebrated his birthday with his annual birthday bash. They ate homemade pulled pork". Actually, that sentence was ambiguous. The humans ate pulled pork, pulled by Otis' Dad. Otis' humana (mom) was a gracious hostess and a good time was had by all. Joe and Mia are swell folks... yup! Jordan had a great time, as did all of the beautiful well behaved dog-a-licous pups.
Dog Du Jour: Today a little English Bull Dog pup, aged 11 weeks made his debut at dp. This little darling with a white spot on his head, like a slot machine, is named, Jackpot. Because his humans had hit the jackpot with him. Ollie and Aengus's human pointed out that Bulldogs all seem to have a button of white color or black color on the top of their heads. Like a slot machine, you just push the button and get a jackpot. Clever. If only it worked.
I had an idea that I thought was cool in these times of economic stress. Use dp to network and to support each other's business and/or job hunt. Why not network when ever, where ever. Bring your business cards to dp and hand them out. Perhaps, a friend of a friend , might be of help. If you don't put it out there, the Universe (I call that God) cannot respond.
The cooler weather has been pleasant. On a long, holiday weekend, I was surprised to see how many of the usual humans and their packies, showed up. Usually, I think that people are up, up and away. Oh, no; that's what happened to airfares...up, up and away. Stay-cations work and when you can come to dp and see people and pups that make you feel at home and on a vacation, simultaneously.
I realize how much this park has become a part of my life. I have developed connections that I feel are very important to me personally, and to my doggie. When we go there at times when unfamiliar dogs are there, my pup wanders around, somewhat aimlessly. When she sees a pack that she knows, she just hangs near them. Amazing, well actually, not amazing, that they know each other. OMG, they know each other's smells and doggie emails(urine). I like to think that they understand the sense of community that they bring.
Moving right along, I thought people were making it up when they said they had commented on this blog. Yes, computer challenged is the operative concept. I tripped over some comments while attempting to upload dog photos. I found and read comments and was unable to upload dog photos. Another computer lesson at dp is in the offing.
The end of Labor Day weekend brings a bit of dread for me. I refuse to put away my white clothing as used to be traditional. My mom told me that people who wore white before Memorial Day and after Labor Day were bound to eternal damnation. Thank God that the rules have changed. Now we can wear white all year long while the yuppies rob us blind with their smiles in tact.
I think a certain kind of person hangs at dp. The yups come to show off their emotional extensions. But, the people who come regularly tend to be down home, no bull type folks who tell it like it is...well, most of the time. With John and Gary, one cannot tell if they are being droll and pulling your legs, arms and hair. If not, one gets offended and does not return...ie, if they are not down to earth. Many political points of view are discussed and nary a real verbal altercation, at least about politics, have evolved. I realized that when I will not be a dp for a day or two, I feel a bit deprived of connections. How about you all? Just a thought.
That's all she wrote. Roe
Saturday, September 4, 2010
FATE
Hello Devotees,
Another day, another dog. This dog is very special. Her name is FATE. Fate, a pit bull mix found her human one day when the human was walking home from Wriggly Field. The human saw a cute pit brown and white with a mischievous nature and no other humans around. He chased the dog, later to be known as, FATE. Fate chased and was finally apprehended by a human who looked for her tags...there were none. Neither was there a micro-chip or collar. The human was not in the market for a dog, so he thought he would just foster this pit and put up signs. Surely this was someone's pet. She was housebroken and displayed a good disposition. So the human put up signs in the neighborhood and waited. And, then he waited and waited some more. Clearly, he was not going to just foster this Dog Du Jour, he was now the human to FATE. And, Fate rescued him. And, so it goes....
I saw Carolina's human seem to go out of his way to aggravate all of the dogs near the park fence. The human seemed to get a kick out of stirring up the dogs into a frenzy. This human then just walked away. All of the dogs were worked up and confused. Soon, however, the pack's nervous energy slowly decompressed. It is unfortunate that humans sometimes use animals to vent their frustrations which the humans carry internally. Anyway, the dogs do seem to know and return to their innate calmer nature. They sense danger and anxiety and being like sponges, they absorb it. It works the same with people who are objects of absorption of emotions in their families or social group. They develop symptoms and then come to see me. Sometimes it seems to me that the entire universe is like a sunspot going off, everything just radiating from the center of the universe outward. I think I will ask Stephen Hawkings. He is getting bad press these days. Tough time in Jolly Old England for the bad lad. I wonder if he has a dog? It was be good for him. He has children. I wonder how that happened? Well, I don't wonder that much.
Fall is decidedly in the air. Cool and I did not have a jacket or sweater. In fact, mostly everyone was still dapper in their summer wear. Rosy the Berner was not a happy camper the other day when it was hot. She just huffed and puffed and laid down in the shade. Why the hell not? It's a dog's life.
I like holiday weekends in the city. You can get into anything without waiting and no hassles, easy parking. What's not to like?
I am watching "Locked Up Abroad" and someone is about to get caught smuggling drugs into or out of Venezuela. From a 4 star hotel to a prison. Doesn't sound like a plan to me.
I have a patient who, when she goes out puts her new Doberman rescue dog in a crate, but puts on opera music so he can hear voices. I usually just do the TV. What things do you do for your dog?
That's all she wrote. Roe
Another day, another dog. This dog is very special. Her name is FATE. Fate, a pit bull mix found her human one day when the human was walking home from Wriggly Field. The human saw a cute pit brown and white with a mischievous nature and no other humans around. He chased the dog, later to be known as, FATE. Fate chased and was finally apprehended by a human who looked for her tags...there were none. Neither was there a micro-chip or collar. The human was not in the market for a dog, so he thought he would just foster this pit and put up signs. Surely this was someone's pet. She was housebroken and displayed a good disposition. So the human put up signs in the neighborhood and waited. And, then he waited and waited some more. Clearly, he was not going to just foster this Dog Du Jour, he was now the human to FATE. And, Fate rescued him. And, so it goes....
I saw Carolina's human seem to go out of his way to aggravate all of the dogs near the park fence. The human seemed to get a kick out of stirring up the dogs into a frenzy. This human then just walked away. All of the dogs were worked up and confused. Soon, however, the pack's nervous energy slowly decompressed. It is unfortunate that humans sometimes use animals to vent their frustrations which the humans carry internally. Anyway, the dogs do seem to know and return to their innate calmer nature. They sense danger and anxiety and being like sponges, they absorb it. It works the same with people who are objects of absorption of emotions in their families or social group. They develop symptoms and then come to see me. Sometimes it seems to me that the entire universe is like a sunspot going off, everything just radiating from the center of the universe outward. I think I will ask Stephen Hawkings. He is getting bad press these days. Tough time in Jolly Old England for the bad lad. I wonder if he has a dog? It was be good for him. He has children. I wonder how that happened? Well, I don't wonder that much.
Fall is decidedly in the air. Cool and I did not have a jacket or sweater. In fact, mostly everyone was still dapper in their summer wear. Rosy the Berner was not a happy camper the other day when it was hot. She just huffed and puffed and laid down in the shade. Why the hell not? It's a dog's life.
I like holiday weekends in the city. You can get into anything without waiting and no hassles, easy parking. What's not to like?
I am watching "Locked Up Abroad" and someone is about to get caught smuggling drugs into or out of Venezuela. From a 4 star hotel to a prison. Doesn't sound like a plan to me.
I have a patient who, when she goes out puts her new Doberman rescue dog in a crate, but puts on opera music so he can hear voices. I usually just do the TV. What things do you do for your dog?
That's all she wrote. Roe
Thursday, September 2, 2010
SEPTEMBER SONG
Hello Dog Park Pals,
The song of September is upon us. The cool hints of autumn are in the air and leaves slowly drift to the ground. It is a bitter sweet time that the doggies do not notice, at least, consciously, as we do. What a sweet pleasure they possess to be oblivious to the passage of time. But, I bet that they do on a cellular level and in their bones. The sweet little darlings (mostly) go blithly through life in a bliss that we cannot understand. But they are not without their radar and survival instincts, in fact, far more so than we two legged beasties.
I remember a number of doggies who have gone to the Rainbow Bridge: Buster and Walker come to mind. Buster our senior friend of Chocolate Lab variety...a good and sweet boy. He is remembered. When I first came to dog park, there was a senior golden named Walker. His human did not know that Walker was the middle name of you know who. The human was quite appalled as he was a liberal Chicago type. His name was Allen the dentist. I haven't seen him in more than two years. So, I guess that Walker crossed over. Are dogs re-incarnated? Personally, I think so. I met a dog communicator who told me that my previous dog, a gorgeous golden named Lucy had been re-incarnated in my Jordan. I would like to think so.
Dogs Du Jour: I met two wonder dogs over the passed weekend. One, named Charlie, a female of several years old, wore her pink collar with pride. She is a breed mystery...small, terrier, beagle or a duck. That's right, a duck. Charlie quack's like a duck. No kidding. Her owner got her at a Chicago Rescue that I can't remember. When Charlie's humans saw her for the first time, she quacked. I thought she was making it up. Then Charlie came over and quacked at me. It seems that she is a special needs girl who has had asthma or is it ephemzia, from being a puppy. Her owners heard that quack and it was dog-duck love. How sweet it is.
I met a very senior dog girl named Rosie who is a Newfoundland and (perhaps) golden mix. She is 17 years old. I thought big doggies were not prone to longevity. But, I guess that is not necessarily so. This Rosie is slow of movement, she is entitled and lays and surveys the park and its action. She has a brother named Moose who is a Lancier. What is that? It is a sub-breed of Newfoundlands who are black and white. Moose also is known as having dreadlocks. Almost like Aaron's old dreads. Moose could possibly use a bit of grooming. His humans said they could not cut his dreads because he just refused. I pointed out that they were supposed to be the alphas. They finally admitted that they preferred the "Au Natural" look for the breed. Whatever.
I love summer so much that the thoughts of fall leave me a bit bereft. So, pardon my misty blog.
That's all she wrote. Roe
The song of September is upon us. The cool hints of autumn are in the air and leaves slowly drift to the ground. It is a bitter sweet time that the doggies do not notice, at least, consciously, as we do. What a sweet pleasure they possess to be oblivious to the passage of time. But, I bet that they do on a cellular level and in their bones. The sweet little darlings (mostly) go blithly through life in a bliss that we cannot understand. But they are not without their radar and survival instincts, in fact, far more so than we two legged beasties.
I remember a number of doggies who have gone to the Rainbow Bridge: Buster and Walker come to mind. Buster our senior friend of Chocolate Lab variety...a good and sweet boy. He is remembered. When I first came to dog park, there was a senior golden named Walker. His human did not know that Walker was the middle name of you know who. The human was quite appalled as he was a liberal Chicago type. His name was Allen the dentist. I haven't seen him in more than two years. So, I guess that Walker crossed over. Are dogs re-incarnated? Personally, I think so. I met a dog communicator who told me that my previous dog, a gorgeous golden named Lucy had been re-incarnated in my Jordan. I would like to think so.
Dogs Du Jour: I met two wonder dogs over the passed weekend. One, named Charlie, a female of several years old, wore her pink collar with pride. She is a breed mystery...small, terrier, beagle or a duck. That's right, a duck. Charlie quack's like a duck. No kidding. Her owner got her at a Chicago Rescue that I can't remember. When Charlie's humans saw her for the first time, she quacked. I thought she was making it up. Then Charlie came over and quacked at me. It seems that she is a special needs girl who has had asthma or is it ephemzia, from being a puppy. Her owners heard that quack and it was dog-duck love. How sweet it is.
I met a very senior dog girl named Rosie who is a Newfoundland and (perhaps) golden mix. She is 17 years old. I thought big doggies were not prone to longevity. But, I guess that is not necessarily so. This Rosie is slow of movement, she is entitled and lays and surveys the park and its action. She has a brother named Moose who is a Lancier. What is that? It is a sub-breed of Newfoundlands who are black and white. Moose also is known as having dreadlocks. Almost like Aaron's old dreads. Moose could possibly use a bit of grooming. His humans said they could not cut his dreads because he just refused. I pointed out that they were supposed to be the alphas. They finally admitted that they preferred the "Au Natural" look for the breed. Whatever.
I love summer so much that the thoughts of fall leave me a bit bereft. So, pardon my misty blog.
That's all she wrote. Roe
Friday, August 27, 2010
SOPHIA LOREN AND A MONK....HMMMM
Hello,
This is called free-association in my field. Dogs Du Jour....Sophia Loren, a 7 month old 60 pound gorgeous (like her name sake) Golden Retriever girl. Wow. The consummate female doggie. She just looks girlie and fun. Jumped into people's laps and just had a field day. A blondie, golden who probably will get to around 100 pounds, contrary to what her breeder from K-zoo said. The breeder lady, in advanced pregnancy herself, told the human of Sophia that Miss Sophie would only get to about 60 pounds. Since she is already at that weight at 7 months and has paws the size of Rhode Island...it is looking like a hundred pounder is among-us. Welcome Miss Sophia Loren with pantaloons like Otis the Golden and a smile on her face that made everyone around her smile. Her breeder (AKC) only has two litters of puppies, not herself, but her award winning show dogs, as a way to improve the breed and not to over breed. Too many dogs go unwanted.
The MONK. What is Sophia Loren doing with a MONK??? Actually, absolutely nothing, since they were a dp at different times. Monk, Aka: Monkey, Monkey Business is a Golden Newfy who looks Newf-ish and galumps around the park. He is a handsome boy with a sweet demeanor. Big, black and smiling: gotta love the dog smile. His human, Fern, got him off pet finders. He had been placed in a kill shelter in rural Iowa. How could anyone bring this dog to a kill shelter, or any dog to a kill shelter? But this special boy was seen by one of the Chicago Rescues that sent people out to Iowa to retrieve him from a dismal fate. Well, aren't we lucky to have him at dp. As you see, Sophia Loren would never be with a MONK! She is too sweet and though too beautiful for words, she is a modest girl.
Humans from Dog Park have gotten over: Das Booty Call. All is well and people are soaking up the summer days with the thirst of people about to embark on a desert trek. The dogs, ever blissfully impervious to weather, time and whatever, just enjoy it with great elan. It is such a pleasure to watch them. Often they are like watching a barrel of monkeys. Boy, I sure can't spell. Thankfully, the computer makes me aware of my surprising lack of this ability. I am forever surprised that words I have thought I had spelled correctly, were, in fact, not correct. Oh well, live and learn. What else can you do?
Chimmy stands for Chimichura (sp?) not Chimmichanga, as I have always mistakenly called her. Sweet Porty. She might have a future in the White House. Chim-meister, do forgive me.
Three gentlemen sitting on a bench...I don't think they are waiting for Godot. Or, may be they are. We just don't know. I made a 5 pm run to the dp, got the post work people and the park was filled with disconnected people and too many dogs.
I keep seeing people bringing their young ( 5 and under) children to the park. As Mochi's human said, "probably to get them used to dogs". Not the right choice.
I met someone today (not at dp) in my travels who, as a male of the human species told me proudly that not only did he have a dog, but chuauah..(sp). Then he further un-ingratiated himself by proudly telling me that he had proudly purchased his pup at a local pet store in Logan Square. I promptly launched into modified and polite polemic on the unwise nature of his purchase. I did not go into the questionable male-ness of a Chuauah. I figured that a simple go to a rescue was sufficient to bring him somewhat up to speed.
I met with someone recently who had gone to a networking thingy for social media. Everyone sat there texting other people. You remember that old fashioned thing called speaking to the people you are sitting with. They used to call it conversation.
Speaking of which, I liked the French composer, Francois Poulenc. He and George Gershwin were in Paris together as contemporaries. But, unlike Gershwin, when Francois Poulenc had nothing to say, he said it. So, since I have nothing more to add...
That's all she wrote. Roe
This is called free-association in my field. Dogs Du Jour....Sophia Loren, a 7 month old 60 pound gorgeous (like her name sake) Golden Retriever girl. Wow. The consummate female doggie. She just looks girlie and fun. Jumped into people's laps and just had a field day. A blondie, golden who probably will get to around 100 pounds, contrary to what her breeder from K-zoo said. The breeder lady, in advanced pregnancy herself, told the human of Sophia that Miss Sophie would only get to about 60 pounds. Since she is already at that weight at 7 months and has paws the size of Rhode Island...it is looking like a hundred pounder is among-us. Welcome Miss Sophia Loren with pantaloons like Otis the Golden and a smile on her face that made everyone around her smile. Her breeder (AKC) only has two litters of puppies, not herself, but her award winning show dogs, as a way to improve the breed and not to over breed. Too many dogs go unwanted.
The MONK. What is Sophia Loren doing with a MONK??? Actually, absolutely nothing, since they were a dp at different times. Monk, Aka: Monkey, Monkey Business is a Golden Newfy who looks Newf-ish and galumps around the park. He is a handsome boy with a sweet demeanor. Big, black and smiling: gotta love the dog smile. His human, Fern, got him off pet finders. He had been placed in a kill shelter in rural Iowa. How could anyone bring this dog to a kill shelter, or any dog to a kill shelter? But this special boy was seen by one of the Chicago Rescues that sent people out to Iowa to retrieve him from a dismal fate. Well, aren't we lucky to have him at dp. As you see, Sophia Loren would never be with a MONK! She is too sweet and though too beautiful for words, she is a modest girl.
Humans from Dog Park have gotten over: Das Booty Call. All is well and people are soaking up the summer days with the thirst of people about to embark on a desert trek. The dogs, ever blissfully impervious to weather, time and whatever, just enjoy it with great elan. It is such a pleasure to watch them. Often they are like watching a barrel of monkeys. Boy, I sure can't spell. Thankfully, the computer makes me aware of my surprising lack of this ability. I am forever surprised that words I have thought I had spelled correctly, were, in fact, not correct. Oh well, live and learn. What else can you do?
Chimmy stands for Chimichura (sp?) not Chimmichanga, as I have always mistakenly called her. Sweet Porty. She might have a future in the White House. Chim-meister, do forgive me.
Three gentlemen sitting on a bench...I don't think they are waiting for Godot. Or, may be they are. We just don't know. I made a 5 pm run to the dp, got the post work people and the park was filled with disconnected people and too many dogs.
I keep seeing people bringing their young ( 5 and under) children to the park. As Mochi's human said, "probably to get them used to dogs". Not the right choice.
I met someone today (not at dp) in my travels who, as a male of the human species told me proudly that not only did he have a dog, but chuauah..(sp). Then he further un-ingratiated himself by proudly telling me that he had proudly purchased his pup at a local pet store in Logan Square. I promptly launched into modified and polite polemic on the unwise nature of his purchase. I did not go into the questionable male-ness of a Chuauah. I figured that a simple go to a rescue was sufficient to bring him somewhat up to speed.
I met with someone recently who had gone to a networking thingy for social media. Everyone sat there texting other people. You remember that old fashioned thing called speaking to the people you are sitting with. They used to call it conversation.
Speaking of which, I liked the French composer, Francois Poulenc. He and George Gershwin were in Paris together as contemporaries. But, unlike Gershwin, when Francois Poulenc had nothing to say, he said it. So, since I have nothing more to add...
That's all she wrote. Roe
Thursday, August 26, 2010
DAS BOOT VS. DING BAT DOES CITY
Hello,
Did I catch your curiosity and/or attention??? I thought so. Needless to say DAS BOOT, is not another German movie by Werner Herzog. DAS BOOT has more to do with mad meter maids and naughty hidden cameras. Doesn't even mean naughty films...just the city of Chicago taking every single dime it can squeeze from its humans. Thankfully, it is only the humans...this time. A human from dog park got "The BOOT". I don't mean the shoe boot, but a dog park visible tire boot. the innocent human had simply been photographed by one of the camera filled intersections. I have had that happen and I was surprised at how close the the second they hand out tickets for "supposedly" going through a red light...not district, simply, a red light. It can be hazardous to drive in the city...at least from the ticket point of view. I saw a man in a orange vest walking down the side walk the other day and he was wearing one of those meter maid machines. I asked if he were a meter maid...he replied "yes". I added, you must really get it...he nodded silently. All the pack agrees that it is unfair...but who said life is fair?
Onto Ding Bat Does City..some Ding Bat parked across from dog park going the wrong way. People thought it was off the charts with audacity. Actually, it was just a minor form of scoff-law-ism. You know such bad behavior...well, no one caught the Ding Bat. As far as, Das Boot vs. Ding Bat...Das Boot wins the award for undeserved, unwanted city attention. As for Dingy, he/she must slog on, since he/she got away with the "crime".
DOG DU JOUR: A pithy little pit pup named, I will say the name is "Too Cute for Words", because I was rendered speechless at this cutie. He is a 10 week old boy who is blue silver grey with an adorable grey spot on his white head...like I said, too cute for words. He won over the park immediately. He was purchased from a "breeder" north of the city. I don't think the human knew about "pit breeders" and what they spawn...not the dogs..but, the mis-use of these dogs, especially. How can people hurt these beautiful little creatures and turn them mean because they must fight for their lives. I wonder about people who have the capacity, much less the enjoyment, of watching animals hurt each other. They are from a less evolved species and clearly not worthy of our four legged friends. But, this particular pit boy has found a good and loving home. Live long and prosper.
Has anyone noticed that Mochi's human's hair is going down to the das booty??? I couldn't miss the opportunity to say that one more time. Das Booty.
I have found that many people at dp have volunteered at animal rescues, fostered dogs and, in general, do all that they can to help our friends. Just think of less rich our lives would be without our friends. ...Dogs, as well as, humans.
I send appreciation to the deeply devoted following of this blog. Tell your friends and neighbors and remember...Chicago is the fifth largest techno economy in the world. Trivia that you should know.
That's all she wrote. Roe
Did I catch your curiosity and/or attention??? I thought so. Needless to say DAS BOOT, is not another German movie by Werner Herzog. DAS BOOT has more to do with mad meter maids and naughty hidden cameras. Doesn't even mean naughty films...just the city of Chicago taking every single dime it can squeeze from its humans. Thankfully, it is only the humans...this time. A human from dog park got "The BOOT". I don't mean the shoe boot, but a dog park visible tire boot. the innocent human had simply been photographed by one of the camera filled intersections. I have had that happen and I was surprised at how close the the second they hand out tickets for "supposedly" going through a red light...not district, simply, a red light. It can be hazardous to drive in the city...at least from the ticket point of view. I saw a man in a orange vest walking down the side walk the other day and he was wearing one of those meter maid machines. I asked if he were a meter maid...he replied "yes". I added, you must really get it...he nodded silently. All the pack agrees that it is unfair...but who said life is fair?
Onto Ding Bat Does City..some Ding Bat parked across from dog park going the wrong way. People thought it was off the charts with audacity. Actually, it was just a minor form of scoff-law-ism. You know such bad behavior...well, no one caught the Ding Bat. As far as, Das Boot vs. Ding Bat...Das Boot wins the award for undeserved, unwanted city attention. As for Dingy, he/she must slog on, since he/she got away with the "crime".
DOG DU JOUR: A pithy little pit pup named, I will say the name is "Too Cute for Words", because I was rendered speechless at this cutie. He is a 10 week old boy who is blue silver grey with an adorable grey spot on his white head...like I said, too cute for words. He won over the park immediately. He was purchased from a "breeder" north of the city. I don't think the human knew about "pit breeders" and what they spawn...not the dogs..but, the mis-use of these dogs, especially. How can people hurt these beautiful little creatures and turn them mean because they must fight for their lives. I wonder about people who have the capacity, much less the enjoyment, of watching animals hurt each other. They are from a less evolved species and clearly not worthy of our four legged friends. But, this particular pit boy has found a good and loving home. Live long and prosper.
Has anyone noticed that Mochi's human's hair is going down to the das booty??? I couldn't miss the opportunity to say that one more time. Das Booty.
I have found that many people at dp have volunteered at animal rescues, fostered dogs and, in general, do all that they can to help our friends. Just think of less rich our lives would be without our friends. ...Dogs, as well as, humans.
I send appreciation to the deeply devoted following of this blog. Tell your friends and neighbors and remember...Chicago is the fifth largest techno economy in the world. Trivia that you should know.
That's all she wrote. Roe
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
DOG DAD AFTERNOON
Hello,
I just spent one hour typing a blog here and it got deleted into cyberspace. I want to yell very naughty words and type them in BOLD type. But, I won't.
A number of Dog Dads were present this Dog Dad Afternoon. We shall start with the human to Mojo and Floyd. Before I go into this subject I must make an apologies to Floyd who I mis-identified as Flo. Not only that I stated that "Flo" was a dog ball hog. I am sooo sorry. Floyd was so distressed last night that he did not sleep but walked the floor all evening trying to erase the cloak of indignity that was laid on his chocolate coat. It was Aengus, Not Floyd who has been the dog ball hog. So sorry Floyd. As for Aengus, sorry to spill the beans.
So back to Dog Dads..today we are featuring three special human dog dads. One is the Dad of Floyd and Mojo Rising. He walked the floor all last night with Floyd to help him work through his Roe imposed neurosis. Thankfully, the human is a Jungian in dog therapy and was able to help Floyd process the trauma which had been inflicted. The human, aka, Gary, is a good dog dad because he takes wonderful care of these two labs. He gives them natural products and occasionally a full body cleanse. I have heard that these two dogs do not appreciate the full body cleanse, as does their human.
Moving along the Dog Dad Highway: John the Dog Dad to Chimmichanga "Chimmy" ( I know that I must have misspelled this name, but bear with me as no one else is writing this, but me).
John shows up almost daily to give Chimmy her dog pack-park time. In all kinds of inclement weather and in the sunshine, the human is a dutiful dog parent. These special four legged souls, are known to give all great pleasure and substance and sustenance. So, hats off to this human.
And our final Dog Dad Award goes to....the human to Lizzie and Mack. This human is tender and very sensitive to his animal companions and dogs of others too. He always tries to pay attention to all dogs, even ones that he doesn't really know. He is a sensitive and terrific human who deserves, not only great dogs, but great times and friends. Kindness and empathy are great gifts that are not given to all. But when a Dog Dad shares this gift...it is a blessing.
It's the economy, Stupid. Yup, I think I have heard that everyday for almost two years. So, for all of us that are hanging in there, keep the faith. This can't go on forever. As one dp theorist conjectured, we will have a big war to get us out of the economic doldrums...it always works.
Feel free to pass this on. I came here X many years ago to write the great American novel... I will settle for a fairly well read blog...(not Blago). This blog seems to be getting some mileage and today a human told me that yesterday's post was hilarious. I hope so. You will see numerous typos and grammatical errors since I do not re-read this stream of crap-ousness writing after I write it.
That's all she wrote. Roe
I just spent one hour typing a blog here and it got deleted into cyberspace. I want to yell very naughty words and type them in BOLD type. But, I won't.
A number of Dog Dads were present this Dog Dad Afternoon. We shall start with the human to Mojo and Floyd. Before I go into this subject I must make an apologies to Floyd who I mis-identified as Flo. Not only that I stated that "Flo" was a dog ball hog. I am sooo sorry. Floyd was so distressed last night that he did not sleep but walked the floor all evening trying to erase the cloak of indignity that was laid on his chocolate coat. It was Aengus, Not Floyd who has been the dog ball hog. So sorry Floyd. As for Aengus, sorry to spill the beans.
So back to Dog Dads..today we are featuring three special human dog dads. One is the Dad of Floyd and Mojo Rising. He walked the floor all last night with Floyd to help him work through his Roe imposed neurosis. Thankfully, the human is a Jungian in dog therapy and was able to help Floyd process the trauma which had been inflicted. The human, aka, Gary, is a good dog dad because he takes wonderful care of these two labs. He gives them natural products and occasionally a full body cleanse. I have heard that these two dogs do not appreciate the full body cleanse, as does their human.
Moving along the Dog Dad Highway: John the Dog Dad to Chimmichanga "Chimmy" ( I know that I must have misspelled this name, but bear with me as no one else is writing this, but me).
John shows up almost daily to give Chimmy her dog pack-park time. In all kinds of inclement weather and in the sunshine, the human is a dutiful dog parent. These special four legged souls, are known to give all great pleasure and substance and sustenance. So, hats off to this human.
And our final Dog Dad Award goes to....the human to Lizzie and Mack. This human is tender and very sensitive to his animal companions and dogs of others too. He always tries to pay attention to all dogs, even ones that he doesn't really know. He is a sensitive and terrific human who deserves, not only great dogs, but great times and friends. Kindness and empathy are great gifts that are not given to all. But when a Dog Dad shares this gift...it is a blessing.
It's the economy, Stupid. Yup, I think I have heard that everyday for almost two years. So, for all of us that are hanging in there, keep the faith. This can't go on forever. As one dp theorist conjectured, we will have a big war to get us out of the economic doldrums...it always works.
Feel free to pass this on. I came here X many years ago to write the great American novel... I will settle for a fairly well read blog...(not Blago). This blog seems to be getting some mileage and today a human told me that yesterday's post was hilarious. I hope so. You will see numerous typos and grammatical errors since I do not re-read this stream of crap-ousness writing after I write it.
That's all she wrote. Roe
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
DELIGHTFUL DOGS DU JOUR
Hello to Dog Park Devotees,
Today was a peak day at dog park. Ran into some nice humans and saw SWELL DOGS DU JOUR.
Today I will feature two dogs du jour. Anya, is a friendly pretty girl who is a Border Collie pure breed, who used to be a regular at dog park. Her humans moved to the suburbs where Anya (A Jordan look alike), where Anya has a yard of her own to play in. This black and white beauty is about 2 years old and was rescued from....a rescue in or near Naperville. Her lucky humans say that she is the best and they adore her. We hope that Anya will come back and visit us at dp as often as she wishes.
The other dog du jour is Chloe. Chloe is a pretty Aussie Shepard and Great Pyranees mix of about one plus years. Her human who lives nearby but had never been to dp until today, said she plans to come to dp often. Chloe is all girl. She has the girl smile and a sweet disposition...like most of us girls... She is big and fluffy and white with brown tannish markings. She will be a great addition to the natural pack. Hope to see both of our dogs du jour soon again.
The humans who were clinging to the sunny side of the park were in rare form for the 3 PM crowd/crown. Mojo Rising was sitting there with his dabs of anti-wart stuff on his head. Despite this, he kept his dignity in tack. Pinky Floyd was there and hogging the rubber balls....of well. Their human was in rare form and was recruiting a new member for the Usual Suspects. Sara was there without her Ally who is a Saluky Collie mix. Can't wait to meet her. Since Gary was raised by the NUNS, he was telling us all the virtue of the repression that this engendered. It was a good laugh. Craigy was holding down the shady side of the park with his two little dog bunnies: Lizzie the sweet girl and Mack the Pack man. Craig the human was dispensing much philosophy and kindness to people in need. He is sweet. Be gentle with all, for they too, have their story.
I sniffed a hint of Autumn in the air. That is bitter sweet because I like Autumn and, yet, as we know, soon thereafter a very unpleasant thing happens. But, as someone pointed out to me recently, Chicago has been milder in the winters since the early '80's. This is true. I moved here in the '70's and thought I had moved to the South Pole. Not.
So, when is the dog park renovation going to start??? I understand that Chicago is still, well, Chicago but enough already. I read an interesting article in the NY Times the other day in the opinions called, "Obama's Chicago". Did you know that Chicago is considered the 5th most important city in the world for techno stuff? This is after NYC, London, Singapore and hmmm , I can't remember...so you look it up.
Speaking the other day to politicos of dp, we decided that we should all buy something decadent, so that when the revolution comes, we will all have something to throw away... me, I am going to throw out my Le CRuset.
Today, I was told that "The Dude Abides" bumper sticker adorning a beater car near dp is a a parody of a hymn called, "The Lord Abides". And, I attributed it to the Coen Bros and the "Big Lebowski". But, does that mean that the Dude is a God figure? Lit-crit was never my specialite... let me know if you have any thoughts on this subject. Feel free to comment at any time. I would like to put photos up , but being technically challenged, anyone who wants to assist will be appreciated.
Feel free to send this onto your friends. If we get enough following, we can make $$$ to contribute to the dp endowment.
That's all she wrote. Roe
Today was a peak day at dog park. Ran into some nice humans and saw SWELL DOGS DU JOUR.
Today I will feature two dogs du jour. Anya, is a friendly pretty girl who is a Border Collie pure breed, who used to be a regular at dog park. Her humans moved to the suburbs where Anya (A Jordan look alike), where Anya has a yard of her own to play in. This black and white beauty is about 2 years old and was rescued from....a rescue in or near Naperville. Her lucky humans say that she is the best and they adore her. We hope that Anya will come back and visit us at dp as often as she wishes.
The other dog du jour is Chloe. Chloe is a pretty Aussie Shepard and Great Pyranees mix of about one plus years. Her human who lives nearby but had never been to dp until today, said she plans to come to dp often. Chloe is all girl. She has the girl smile and a sweet disposition...like most of us girls... She is big and fluffy and white with brown tannish markings. She will be a great addition to the natural pack. Hope to see both of our dogs du jour soon again.
The humans who were clinging to the sunny side of the park were in rare form for the 3 PM crowd/crown. Mojo Rising was sitting there with his dabs of anti-wart stuff on his head. Despite this, he kept his dignity in tack. Pinky Floyd was there and hogging the rubber balls....of well. Their human was in rare form and was recruiting a new member for the Usual Suspects. Sara was there without her Ally who is a Saluky Collie mix. Can't wait to meet her. Since Gary was raised by the NUNS, he was telling us all the virtue of the repression that this engendered. It was a good laugh. Craigy was holding down the shady side of the park with his two little dog bunnies: Lizzie the sweet girl and Mack the Pack man. Craig the human was dispensing much philosophy and kindness to people in need. He is sweet. Be gentle with all, for they too, have their story.
I sniffed a hint of Autumn in the air. That is bitter sweet because I like Autumn and, yet, as we know, soon thereafter a very unpleasant thing happens. But, as someone pointed out to me recently, Chicago has been milder in the winters since the early '80's. This is true. I moved here in the '70's and thought I had moved to the South Pole. Not.
So, when is the dog park renovation going to start??? I understand that Chicago is still, well, Chicago but enough already. I read an interesting article in the NY Times the other day in the opinions called, "Obama's Chicago". Did you know that Chicago is considered the 5th most important city in the world for techno stuff? This is after NYC, London, Singapore and hmmm , I can't remember...so you look it up.
Speaking the other day to politicos of dp, we decided that we should all buy something decadent, so that when the revolution comes, we will all have something to throw away... me, I am going to throw out my Le CRuset.
Today, I was told that "The Dude Abides" bumper sticker adorning a beater car near dp is a a parody of a hymn called, "The Lord Abides". And, I attributed it to the Coen Bros and the "Big Lebowski". But, does that mean that the Dude is a God figure? Lit-crit was never my specialite... let me know if you have any thoughts on this subject. Feel free to comment at any time. I would like to put photos up , but being technically challenged, anyone who wants to assist will be appreciated.
Feel free to send this onto your friends. If we get enough following, we can make $$$ to contribute to the dp endowment.
That's all she wrote. Roe
Sunday, August 22, 2010
DOG PARK GUIDE TO THE UNIVERSE
Today at dog park, discussion evolved into a New Global World Order, conspiracy theory, who killed JFK and numerous other off shoots to these themes. It was intellectually interesting and left one wanting more good conversation.
Dog Du Jour is going to be part of this blog from now on. Today's featured dog is...drum roll, please, MILES. Miles is a spunky 7 month old Collie-Aussie mix. He is mostly brownish-red. He has a collie face shape and an Aussie disposition. He does not run, he bounces. He was rescued from a private rescue called, Pet Rescue Chicago. I guess a dog groomer does it from her shop. So, check it out online. Anyway, Miles is one of those special dogs.
I met Bear recently. Bear is a 3 year old Skipper-pom (Skipperke, Pomeranian mix) who was featured on the Oprah . She is a big ball of black fur and an in your face, I want your attention, now, kinda girl. I see why she was on TV. She has star quality. She is a grad of PAWS.
Thinking about today's blog title...dog park is our universe to some degree. I see mostly the same people day after day. It is a foundation of an urban life. Many people there come at the same time and mentally support each other through all sorts of things: unemployment, under-employment, relatives, learning languages, making business connections and the ever present comments on our economy. Sometimes I feel this is a modern day martinis of wrath. Better than grapes, methinks.
It is axiomatic that we all love dogs. We mostly agree that most dogs are better than most people we have met or have to deal with. This is true. In the 1890s or thereabouts in Glasgow, Scotland; a man befriended a stray dog who was starving. The dog became a loyal and noble companion to the gentleman. After a year or so of mutual friendship, the man died. The dog was bereft. On the day of the funeral, the dog followed the funeral procession to the cemetery. After the burial, the dog sat on the grave, guarding her loyal human who had gone to the great beyond. The dog again became a stray. But, for the next 9 years until the dog died, he went to his master's grave and sat on it watching and hoping to see his friend. There is a statute in Glasgow to commemorate this wonderful canine.
Such devotion.
They say if you want a friend in Washington, get a dog. Well, our president should get a pack of dogs. Me thinks the female top dog (what do we call a female dog that breeds)??? You know, HELLARY is already running to throw Barak under the bus. The November mid-terms may well be a referendum of the Obama administration thus far. I worry about this. The country in some ways seems on the brink of civil war because it is sooo divided. I am not worried about it at the moment...but perhaps we should all learn how to use chop sticks and teach our dogs commands in Chinese.
That's all she wrote. Roe
Dog Du Jour is going to be part of this blog from now on. Today's featured dog is...drum roll, please, MILES. Miles is a spunky 7 month old Collie-Aussie mix. He is mostly brownish-red. He has a collie face shape and an Aussie disposition. He does not run, he bounces. He was rescued from a private rescue called, Pet Rescue Chicago. I guess a dog groomer does it from her shop. So, check it out online. Anyway, Miles is one of those special dogs.
I met Bear recently. Bear is a 3 year old Skipper-pom (Skipperke, Pomeranian mix) who was featured on the Oprah . She is a big ball of black fur and an in your face, I want your attention, now, kinda girl. I see why she was on TV. She has star quality. She is a grad of PAWS.
Thinking about today's blog title...dog park is our universe to some degree. I see mostly the same people day after day. It is a foundation of an urban life. Many people there come at the same time and mentally support each other through all sorts of things: unemployment, under-employment, relatives, learning languages, making business connections and the ever present comments on our economy. Sometimes I feel this is a modern day martinis of wrath. Better than grapes, methinks.
It is axiomatic that we all love dogs. We mostly agree that most dogs are better than most people we have met or have to deal with. This is true. In the 1890s or thereabouts in Glasgow, Scotland; a man befriended a stray dog who was starving. The dog became a loyal and noble companion to the gentleman. After a year or so of mutual friendship, the man died. The dog was bereft. On the day of the funeral, the dog followed the funeral procession to the cemetery. After the burial, the dog sat on the grave, guarding her loyal human who had gone to the great beyond. The dog again became a stray. But, for the next 9 years until the dog died, he went to his master's grave and sat on it watching and hoping to see his friend. There is a statute in Glasgow to commemorate this wonderful canine.
Such devotion.
They say if you want a friend in Washington, get a dog. Well, our president should get a pack of dogs. Me thinks the female top dog (what do we call a female dog that breeds)??? You know, HELLARY is already running to throw Barak under the bus. The November mid-terms may well be a referendum of the Obama administration thus far. I worry about this. The country in some ways seems on the brink of civil war because it is sooo divided. I am not worried about it at the moment...but perhaps we should all learn how to use chop sticks and teach our dogs commands in Chinese.
That's all she wrote. Roe
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
VIEWS FROM THE BENCH
I just kind of liked that title...not particular reason for it. I met three swell sweeties today at dog park and several nice humans. There is a Pit Pup of about 6 months named, "Mustache". How did he get that name? His human, a male of the species with Irish, violet colored blue eyes, told me that Mustache was named in honor of his grandfather who has worn a mustache for more than 70 years. Every year at Christmas, he and his brothers and male cousins grown mustaches and have a photo taken with Grandpa to honor him...all wearing "staches". Cute story I thought. Mustache was rescued from a lady who could not keep him. Staches cousin, an Aussie Blue Heeler named Kailie, was smart and sweet too.
Then there was Sully (not as in Capt Sully Sullenberg of the Miracle on the Hudson plane landing), but just as in Sully. He is a mix of many sorts. His human, also, has blue eyes. But her blue eyes are like Carribean blue eyes. I can't spell. But Sully was having a good time.
Today there were three pups to be mentioned. Of course, Charlotte the Springer Spaniel was there and everyone was oooohing and ahhing over her. She was tumbling around with baby bull dog named Wally??? My memory at times fails me, so if his name is not Wally, apologies...
What else....here we are in what are called, "The Dog Days" of August. You know what that means...Autumn which is fine is a prelude to the W word. W here in Chicago can be challenging. I know that Bruiser's human goes into hibernation for self protection to the cold.
That about all for now. Tell a friend about this dog blog. I noticed that it is linked to a number of sites on the web. Go figure.
That's all she wrote.
Roe
Then there was Sully (not as in Capt Sully Sullenberg of the Miracle on the Hudson plane landing), but just as in Sully. He is a mix of many sorts. His human, also, has blue eyes. But her blue eyes are like Carribean blue eyes. I can't spell. But Sully was having a good time.
Today there were three pups to be mentioned. Of course, Charlotte the Springer Spaniel was there and everyone was oooohing and ahhing over her. She was tumbling around with baby bull dog named Wally??? My memory at times fails me, so if his name is not Wally, apologies...
What else....here we are in what are called, "The Dog Days" of August. You know what that means...Autumn which is fine is a prelude to the W word. W here in Chicago can be challenging. I know that Bruiser's human goes into hibernation for self protection to the cold.
That about all for now. Tell a friend about this dog blog. I noticed that it is linked to a number of sites on the web. Go figure.
That's all she wrote.
Roe
Monday, August 16, 2010
WHAT I LEARNED AT DOG PARK TODAY !!!!
Hello,
I arrived late today at dog park...around 4:30 PM. The Usual Suspects were congregated on the shady grove part of the park. It was cool and perfectly sunny today. A great day at the dp. I was surprised about the debate that surfaced:
TO DUCK OR NOT TO DUCK, THAT IS THE QUESTION...
Well, I used a polite form of an Anglo-Saxon vulgarity. In Australia, they call it "boffing". I rather like that. In the 17th century it was called, in academic circles,
"Rogering" or to be "Rogered". You get the message and if you don't...you haven't been hanging around dog park long enough, or you are pre-pubescent.
Well, whatever you choose to call it, "it" came up in dp today. The philosophical debate about "dating" and dog park. Should you and a member of the opposite sex (human that is) drink too much one night and find the next morning that they are in the other human's bed....should they do the "dog walk of shame"? Or, should they just pretend that it never occurred and pretend that they had never met? Do you think it would be unduly uncomfortable? Do you think it would be worth it? Many see dp as their refuge...so, do you poop where you refuge? This is the question.
I suppose that they question is very personal. So, whatever you do, or do not do, keep it quiet at dog park. Someone said, why must I be discreet??? This could be a person who is either perfect or impervious to lack of discretion. Well, this conundrum will be dealt with in future blogs. Oh, I almost forgot...the fruit salad made by Rosie...ask Floyd. Do you prefer cantalope or honey dew love? Tootie, fruity Tootsies. Who says "Tootsies" anymore....I know someone who does.
I promised to mention two stellar dogs that I met Sunday. Rudy..a small sheperd-lab mix. They named this little guy (the runt of his litter).. Rudy because like the small guy Rudy who played at Notre Dame, this little guy was tough and he has heart. Bailey, a Bagel dog...Bassett Hound, Beagle...Bagel...I kind of like that. He was rescued from a shelter in California. But he is happy at dp and his California Dreaming days have been obscured by sniffs of Chicago dog urine and other wonders of the dog world and dog park.
Carolina was at dp today and was very well behaved. We decided that drama-rama is sooo yesterday. Sweet.
Just to remind you all who remember Vinnie and Paulie...they are still around, just not too friendly for dp. We miss them.
Well, after today's fruit salad...all of the unfilled visual parts of my brain short circuited with new, never before imagined, images.
That's all so wrote.
Roe
I arrived late today at dog park...around 4:30 PM. The Usual Suspects were congregated on the shady grove part of the park. It was cool and perfectly sunny today. A great day at the dp. I was surprised about the debate that surfaced:
TO DUCK OR NOT TO DUCK, THAT IS THE QUESTION...
Well, I used a polite form of an Anglo-Saxon vulgarity. In Australia, they call it "boffing". I rather like that. In the 17th century it was called, in academic circles,
"Rogering" or to be "Rogered". You get the message and if you don't...you haven't been hanging around dog park long enough, or you are pre-pubescent.
Well, whatever you choose to call it, "it" came up in dp today. The philosophical debate about "dating" and dog park. Should you and a member of the opposite sex (human that is) drink too much one night and find the next morning that they are in the other human's bed....should they do the "dog walk of shame"? Or, should they just pretend that it never occurred and pretend that they had never met? Do you think it would be unduly uncomfortable? Do you think it would be worth it? Many see dp as their refuge...so, do you poop where you refuge? This is the question.
I suppose that they question is very personal. So, whatever you do, or do not do, keep it quiet at dog park. Someone said, why must I be discreet??? This could be a person who is either perfect or impervious to lack of discretion. Well, this conundrum will be dealt with in future blogs. Oh, I almost forgot...the fruit salad made by Rosie...ask Floyd. Do you prefer cantalope or honey dew love? Tootie, fruity Tootsies. Who says "Tootsies" anymore....I know someone who does.
I promised to mention two stellar dogs that I met Sunday. Rudy..a small sheperd-lab mix. They named this little guy (the runt of his litter).. Rudy because like the small guy Rudy who played at Notre Dame, this little guy was tough and he has heart. Bailey, a Bagel dog...Bassett Hound, Beagle...Bagel...I kind of like that. He was rescued from a shelter in California. But he is happy at dp and his California Dreaming days have been obscured by sniffs of Chicago dog urine and other wonders of the dog world and dog park.
Carolina was at dp today and was very well behaved. We decided that drama-rama is sooo yesterday. Sweet.
Just to remind you all who remember Vinnie and Paulie...they are still around, just not too friendly for dp. We miss them.
Well, after today's fruit salad...all of the unfilled visual parts of my brain short circuited with new, never before imagined, images.
That's all so wrote.
Roe
Thursday, August 5, 2010
TWO BLOG DAZE..NOT TWO DOG DAYS...
Hello,
I just realized that I blogged early this morning. So, more than theoretically, this is a "Two Blog Daze". It was quiet today at dp when I was there...just post noon to one. Not much going on. Dog Walkers were tending to business, the weather was perfect...and all was well. Today is the kind of day that makes people actually stay living in Chicago, rather than run screaming to a sunny state somewhere. This is a great city in the summer...more so than most. This city just lights up and shines with festivals, music and just about anything else you can think of.
The park expansion....does it really exist? I am an impatient soul. Bill the liasion with Park District assures us that the expansion will occur. Currently, the architects are working with the Park District to make sure all t's are crossed and i's dotted. Beauracy....exists to make sure it continues to exist and support the people it pays. That sounds somewhat Tea Party-like, but much more like the French Revolutionary reasoning.
Dogs R US. The is an article in the Trib about dog parks...surprise..they say that Humans enjoy going there, as well as, dogs. Duh!!! Numerous humans I have met state that dp is their daily therapy. I know it works for me.
This week, I have been dog sitting in the burbs...today I rescued a yellow lab named Oliver who had, once again, escaped his yard. He is a 12 year old, 100 pounder with a mind of his own. I saw him crossing the street (small..little traffic, but still a street). He, actually, looked both ways. I had to chase him around and finally cornered him in the fenced yard of a home. I got his tags and went scouting the neighbor to find the address (they did not answer their phone). The humans were happy to see him and had not noticed that he was gone...again. But, while he has slowed down a little...he still suffers from the wanderlust. Anyway, it was nice to help a great dog continue to be great and with his family. In the burbs...they have grass, trees and everything. Wow.
I met an 11 year old boy with a little white curly haired dog which was part Maltese and part...Croton....several French words. I had never heard of the breed. Looked like a Malti-poo. The boy, started telling me about the breed and reassured me that he would never go to a pet shop. He had his parents drive him to a breeder in Indiana. He had researched the breed, whose name I cannot say or write. He seemed very aware of animal rights and abuses...great for an 11 year old. I guess society is evolving. The boy said he wanted to be a vet and that he had snakes, ferrets and a variety of other pets in the far north suburbs where he lives. His mother was down in the city for work, so he came with her and stayed at the park. Just never know who you will meet and greet.
Hey has anyone seen Izzy, the white terrier's teenage human named Joseph? I think he may be lost to dog park by the lure of young girls...but dogs never let you down! Live and learn.
Well, the stream of consciousness seems fairly dry tonight. Sometimes you got it and sometimes you don't.
That's all she wrote. Roe
I just realized that I blogged early this morning. So, more than theoretically, this is a "Two Blog Daze". It was quiet today at dp when I was there...just post noon to one. Not much going on. Dog Walkers were tending to business, the weather was perfect...and all was well. Today is the kind of day that makes people actually stay living in Chicago, rather than run screaming to a sunny state somewhere. This is a great city in the summer...more so than most. This city just lights up and shines with festivals, music and just about anything else you can think of.
The park expansion....does it really exist? I am an impatient soul. Bill the liasion with Park District assures us that the expansion will occur. Currently, the architects are working with the Park District to make sure all t's are crossed and i's dotted. Beauracy....exists to make sure it continues to exist and support the people it pays. That sounds somewhat Tea Party-like, but much more like the French Revolutionary reasoning.
Dogs R US. The is an article in the Trib about dog parks...surprise..they say that Humans enjoy going there, as well as, dogs. Duh!!! Numerous humans I have met state that dp is their daily therapy. I know it works for me.
This week, I have been dog sitting in the burbs...today I rescued a yellow lab named Oliver who had, once again, escaped his yard. He is a 12 year old, 100 pounder with a mind of his own. I saw him crossing the street (small..little traffic, but still a street). He, actually, looked both ways. I had to chase him around and finally cornered him in the fenced yard of a home. I got his tags and went scouting the neighbor to find the address (they did not answer their phone). The humans were happy to see him and had not noticed that he was gone...again. But, while he has slowed down a little...he still suffers from the wanderlust. Anyway, it was nice to help a great dog continue to be great and with his family. In the burbs...they have grass, trees and everything. Wow.
I met an 11 year old boy with a little white curly haired dog which was part Maltese and part...Croton....several French words. I had never heard of the breed. Looked like a Malti-poo. The boy, started telling me about the breed and reassured me that he would never go to a pet shop. He had his parents drive him to a breeder in Indiana. He had researched the breed, whose name I cannot say or write. He seemed very aware of animal rights and abuses...great for an 11 year old. I guess society is evolving. The boy said he wanted to be a vet and that he had snakes, ferrets and a variety of other pets in the far north suburbs where he lives. His mother was down in the city for work, so he came with her and stayed at the park. Just never know who you will meet and greet.
Hey has anyone seen Izzy, the white terrier's teenage human named Joseph? I think he may be lost to dog park by the lure of young girls...but dogs never let you down! Live and learn.
Well, the stream of consciousness seems fairly dry tonight. Sometimes you got it and sometimes you don't.
That's all she wrote. Roe
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
INTERESTING DAZE....LIVING HISTORY
1Hello,
I am ever amazed at what I hear at dog park. Every dog and every human has its story to tell.
Met someone who came from a European country that is still bathed in guilt three generations post Holocaust. THe human stated, that thank God, his grandparents had not been Nazis, None the less, he seemed to carry the legacy of national guilt. His professional work (artisitic) focuses on the need for people to see and feel the personal death that all experience in participation in evil. This pertains, also, to people who participate in recent wars. That these warriors who actually made eye contact with the enemy whom they then killed, never got over the image for the rest of their lives. There will be an interesting photo exhibition in Chicago in mid October about his subject. More info to come. Got into a deep discussion regarding the banality of evil...like Hannah Arent wrote about...she went on to become the president of the U of C. She also, had as her lover, Heidiger (spelling?) a German philosopher who had endorsed the Fueher. While she condemned it on a societal basis, she was quite forgiving of it in her lover. The conundrum of the human psyche.
Dogs and, perhaps, doges, lead unconundrum type existences. Actually, only the dogs do...so the rest of we humans deal with the nature of ambivalence in the human experience. All these thoughts arose from an unexpected conservation on the shady bench on the south side of the park. I once knew someone who would sing the song, " On the sunnyside of the joint", but that was a long, long time ago.
I realized something that is true for dogs and humans...that is that, both are generational. Older dogs hang with older dogs. Older people hang with older people. But, there is a new old. They do not fit the profile of the old old people. It has nothing to do with age and all to do with world view. While we all seem to want to fight for animal rights, we don't so often have awareness of ageism, weight-ism and other less pointed out --isms. Isms ain't it.
Summer is flying by. Several blogs ago, I spoke about a springer spaniel who was not named. The question of naming him after another springer spaniel whom he, essentially, was replacing after the first dog met an unnecessary and tragic end. Anyway, the owner did name him the same name as the deceased springer. It seems to me to be denial and dishonors the memory of the deceased dog,...who was a lovely boy. That's just my opinion, I could be wrong...as they say.
This wandering, free floating, stream of consciousness, actually, all fits together. One thought runs to another and it is all sub conscious. I have heard that famous authors often said their work wrote itself in a stream of conscious state. I feel like that tonight.
Was about to go to dog park Wednesday when a down pour occured, so hopefully, today...another adventure in wonder land.
If you find this of value or interest, let your friends know about this blog. I noticed that we have one or two new followers. So welcome and feel free to commenet.
That's all she wrote.
I am ever amazed at what I hear at dog park. Every dog and every human has its story to tell.
Met someone who came from a European country that is still bathed in guilt three generations post Holocaust. THe human stated, that thank God, his grandparents had not been Nazis, None the less, he seemed to carry the legacy of national guilt. His professional work (artisitic) focuses on the need for people to see and feel the personal death that all experience in participation in evil. This pertains, also, to people who participate in recent wars. That these warriors who actually made eye contact with the enemy whom they then killed, never got over the image for the rest of their lives. There will be an interesting photo exhibition in Chicago in mid October about his subject. More info to come. Got into a deep discussion regarding the banality of evil...like Hannah Arent wrote about...she went on to become the president of the U of C. She also, had as her lover, Heidiger (spelling?) a German philosopher who had endorsed the Fueher. While she condemned it on a societal basis, she was quite forgiving of it in her lover. The conundrum of the human psyche.
Dogs and, perhaps, doges, lead unconundrum type existences. Actually, only the dogs do...so the rest of we humans deal with the nature of ambivalence in the human experience. All these thoughts arose from an unexpected conservation on the shady bench on the south side of the park. I once knew someone who would sing the song, " On the sunnyside of the joint", but that was a long, long time ago.
I realized something that is true for dogs and humans...that is that, both are generational. Older dogs hang with older dogs. Older people hang with older people. But, there is a new old. They do not fit the profile of the old old people. It has nothing to do with age and all to do with world view. While we all seem to want to fight for animal rights, we don't so often have awareness of ageism, weight-ism and other less pointed out --isms. Isms ain't it.
Summer is flying by. Several blogs ago, I spoke about a springer spaniel who was not named. The question of naming him after another springer spaniel whom he, essentially, was replacing after the first dog met an unnecessary and tragic end. Anyway, the owner did name him the same name as the deceased springer. It seems to me to be denial and dishonors the memory of the deceased dog,...who was a lovely boy. That's just my opinion, I could be wrong...as they say.
This wandering, free floating, stream of consciousness, actually, all fits together. One thought runs to another and it is all sub conscious. I have heard that famous authors often said their work wrote itself in a stream of conscious state. I feel like that tonight.
Was about to go to dog park Wednesday when a down pour occured, so hopefully, today...another adventure in wonder land.
If you find this of value or interest, let your friends know about this blog. I noticed that we have one or two new followers. So welcome and feel free to commenet.
That's all she wrote.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
MY, MY MYIAH, MIAH OR ANY DOG
Hello,
Myiah, or however her name is spelled is a sweet 13 year old Husky girl who is getting into her most senior of years. She is a charmer who know just sits and looks out at the park thinking of younger days. She was one of the first dogs to come to dog park about 13 or 14 years ago when it first opened. She has aged with the park, laughed, loved, sniffed, chased and been chased; all in her day. She now just sits in the shade and observes like a senior stateswoman with so much experience and love to watch the others. She no longer wishes to run with the pack, as she is tired and achey. But, she still enjoys the park-o-rama when she comes. She has both bad and good days and weeks and she still is enjoying life profoundly. Her human takes good care of her and treats her with the love and kindness one would, generally, reserve for a beloved, aging grandmother. We all love her and with her see the aging in our loving four legged friends and in ourselves. The passage of time reveals so much, and in some ways very little, as well. I think the dogs have wisdom all along and it is just instinctual. We are too soon old and too late wise.
But dearest little Myiah carries with her the wisdom of all the ages from wolves to our domesticated dog park friends.
An aside...I hear that there are various degreess of "connecting" going on in the park. Hmm...not quite Chelsea whats her name, but interesting nonetheless. Altough, to tell the truth, I think whats her name isn't all that interesting. Good thing they kept everything such a big secret.
Well, Entourage is on and ...
That's all she wrote. Roe
Myiah, or however her name is spelled is a sweet 13 year old Husky girl who is getting into her most senior of years. She is a charmer who know just sits and looks out at the park thinking of younger days. She was one of the first dogs to come to dog park about 13 or 14 years ago when it first opened. She has aged with the park, laughed, loved, sniffed, chased and been chased; all in her day. She now just sits in the shade and observes like a senior stateswoman with so much experience and love to watch the others. She no longer wishes to run with the pack, as she is tired and achey. But, she still enjoys the park-o-rama when she comes. She has both bad and good days and weeks and she still is enjoying life profoundly. Her human takes good care of her and treats her with the love and kindness one would, generally, reserve for a beloved, aging grandmother. We all love her and with her see the aging in our loving four legged friends and in ourselves. The passage of time reveals so much, and in some ways very little, as well. I think the dogs have wisdom all along and it is just instinctual. We are too soon old and too late wise.
But dearest little Myiah carries with her the wisdom of all the ages from wolves to our domesticated dog park friends.
An aside...I hear that there are various degreess of "connecting" going on in the park. Hmm...not quite Chelsea whats her name, but interesting nonetheless. Altough, to tell the truth, I think whats her name isn't all that interesting. Good thing they kept everything such a big secret.
Well, Entourage is on and ...
That's all she wrote. Roe
Friday, July 30, 2010
CRACK GOES THE BENCH,,,
Hello,
The other day, a number of Usual Suspects' butts were sitting on the back of the sun drenched bench, a cracking sound was heard by all. Crrraack.. then the back of the bench collapsed. Fortunately, all the bench back sitters were fine and their were no injuries, other than, perhaps, egos...so all was well. Then the Human to Liza appeared stating that he had contacted the park district about the about to crunch bench several days prior. That assauged nurmerous potential hurt feelings. Such is life.
I was speaking to Bo-Bo's human who when I said that the blog needed conflict to keep it interesting. He thought this unnecessary. But, personally, if I just wrote goodie, goodie, it would be fairly boring. So, just to keep all the humans' juices flowing, I will write about a conflict that I had heard about.
Several weeks ago, some of morning dogs and humans were hanging at the park. One of the Usuals who does doggie doo-doo pick up daily, saw a regular human's dog do a doo-doo. The human just kept doing her cross-word puzzle,oblivious to the recently deposited dog log. So, the doo cleaner stated aggressively to the oblivious human to pick up after her dog...some kind of tri-colored cutie. The cutie's human went basically ballistic. A great foul-mouthed shouting match occurred. Many expletives and insults were exchanged and then everyone went back to their respective corners. It is surprising because this was not even a weekend when people seem to think that picking up the doo is optional. The park is a microcosm and all the unconscious conflicts and people will show up. As I have said before, the dogs are much more honest about their hostilies, usually. But this shouting match seems to have topped the hostilty honesty scale. Two immutable forces collided...and it was fodder for several weeks or repetition and giggles on the various benches of dp.
Met a new usual suspect...her two canines are : Colby Jack, a pure bred spaniel or pointer...I can't remember which and his rescue sis named Maggie. Maggie is a mix of grand pyranees, lab,
sheperd and husky. Very pretty girl she is. The human to these sweet doggies is an East Coast transplant. She was quite surprised to hear people talking about Block Island (in Narragansett Bay...off Rhode Island) and started talking. She met several people who lived in her home state of Conn. She joined the suspects. Rob..human to Bo-Bo suggested that that was a dubious honor. I can understand that. However, I think also, that US(usual suspects) provide a fun and supportive group to those who seem to like it.
Also, met an interesting person who usually is a morning person at park. This person from a European country, a photographer is doing a photo show and lectures about the culture of mayhem and how it effects individuals. Velly interesting.... to be continued.
So, back to the conflict concept: the only conflict at dog park of late, was 4 butts and a bench...and all is well.
That's all she wrote.
The other day, a number of Usual Suspects' butts were sitting on the back of the sun drenched bench, a cracking sound was heard by all. Crrraack.. then the back of the bench collapsed. Fortunately, all the bench back sitters were fine and their were no injuries, other than, perhaps, egos...so all was well. Then the Human to Liza appeared stating that he had contacted the park district about the about to crunch bench several days prior. That assauged nurmerous potential hurt feelings. Such is life.
I was speaking to Bo-Bo's human who when I said that the blog needed conflict to keep it interesting. He thought this unnecessary. But, personally, if I just wrote goodie, goodie, it would be fairly boring. So, just to keep all the humans' juices flowing, I will write about a conflict that I had heard about.
Several weeks ago, some of morning dogs and humans were hanging at the park. One of the Usuals who does doggie doo-doo pick up daily, saw a regular human's dog do a doo-doo. The human just kept doing her cross-word puzzle,oblivious to the recently deposited dog log. So, the doo cleaner stated aggressively to the oblivious human to pick up after her dog...some kind of tri-colored cutie. The cutie's human went basically ballistic. A great foul-mouthed shouting match occurred. Many expletives and insults were exchanged and then everyone went back to their respective corners. It is surprising because this was not even a weekend when people seem to think that picking up the doo is optional. The park is a microcosm and all the unconscious conflicts and people will show up. As I have said before, the dogs are much more honest about their hostilies, usually. But this shouting match seems to have topped the hostilty honesty scale. Two immutable forces collided...and it was fodder for several weeks or repetition and giggles on the various benches of dp.
Met a new usual suspect...her two canines are : Colby Jack, a pure bred spaniel or pointer...I can't remember which and his rescue sis named Maggie. Maggie is a mix of grand pyranees, lab,
sheperd and husky. Very pretty girl she is. The human to these sweet doggies is an East Coast transplant. She was quite surprised to hear people talking about Block Island (in Narragansett Bay...off Rhode Island) and started talking. She met several people who lived in her home state of Conn. She joined the suspects. Rob..human to Bo-Bo suggested that that was a dubious honor. I can understand that. However, I think also, that US(usual suspects) provide a fun and supportive group to those who seem to like it.
Also, met an interesting person who usually is a morning person at park. This person from a European country, a photographer is doing a photo show and lectures about the culture of mayhem and how it effects individuals. Velly interesting.... to be continued.
So, back to the conflict concept: the only conflict at dog park of late, was 4 butts and a bench...and all is well.
That's all she wrote.
Monday, July 26, 2010
A DOG BY ANY OTHER NAME...
Hello,
Today in the shaded bench retreat at the South end of dog park, today was host to a bunch of the ususal suspects. Present were: Mochi, Jordan, Floyd, Mojo, Chimmy, Ollie and Aengus, as well as, a scrumptious little newcomer to the park named....???He doesn't have a name. He is a sweet Springer Spaniel pup of 14 weeks who just arrived to Chicago from Alabama where he and a, nearly sibling, named Clara arrived at O'Hare on Saturday. Both are Springers and from the same breeder, although, different litters. Clara is brown and white and No-Name (for the time being ) is black and white. Why has No-Name not been named? Name came to his human's home to replace a similar looking Springer Spaniel named RAM. RAM went to the great beyond several months ago in a tragic passing. So, apparently, the human wants to name the new Springer Spaniel replacement pup, RAM. It is getting alot of flack from people out of respect for the real RAM. It is questionable about people who name their dogs after dogs that have gone to the great beyond. I think it is denial about the loss of the first pet....a way of pretending the first dog did not die. So, talk among yourselves and try not to cry.
Gary, human to Floyd and Mojo, as usual, was pulling everyone's legs...especially, mine. Yerbo, urboe, Juerbo, Herboe, Joe-Joe??? A person by any other name....Gary kept calling me these specious names pretending that they are real names and I am to figure out what it all means. I have arrived at the point of understanding what it means! It means nothing.
Anyway, Michel and I were cuddling up with the new Springer without a name. He is scrumptious and delicious and dog-knap-able. (not really)...but too cute for words. I think his name should be Sweetness. We should have a dog naming contest for this new pooch.
No...No More Stinking Wriggly's.
That's all she wrote. Roe
Today in the shaded bench retreat at the South end of dog park, today was host to a bunch of the ususal suspects. Present were: Mochi, Jordan, Floyd, Mojo, Chimmy, Ollie and Aengus, as well as, a scrumptious little newcomer to the park named....???He doesn't have a name. He is a sweet Springer Spaniel pup of 14 weeks who just arrived to Chicago from Alabama where he and a, nearly sibling, named Clara arrived at O'Hare on Saturday. Both are Springers and from the same breeder, although, different litters. Clara is brown and white and No-Name (for the time being ) is black and white. Why has No-Name not been named? Name came to his human's home to replace a similar looking Springer Spaniel named RAM. RAM went to the great beyond several months ago in a tragic passing. So, apparently, the human wants to name the new Springer Spaniel replacement pup, RAM. It is getting alot of flack from people out of respect for the real RAM. It is questionable about people who name their dogs after dogs that have gone to the great beyond. I think it is denial about the loss of the first pet....a way of pretending the first dog did not die. So, talk among yourselves and try not to cry.
Gary, human to Floyd and Mojo, as usual, was pulling everyone's legs...especially, mine. Yerbo, urboe, Juerbo, Herboe, Joe-Joe??? A person by any other name....Gary kept calling me these specious names pretending that they are real names and I am to figure out what it all means. I have arrived at the point of understanding what it means! It means nothing.
Anyway, Michel and I were cuddling up with the new Springer without a name. He is scrumptious and delicious and dog-knap-able. (not really)...but too cute for words. I think his name should be Sweetness. We should have a dog naming contest for this new pooch.
No...No More Stinking Wriggly's.
That's all she wrote. Roe
Thursday, July 22, 2010
PAVE PARADISE-PUT UP A BARKING LOT...
Hello,
I was driving through the city today when I heard on the radio, "Pave Paradise, Put Up a Parking Lot". This was written and originally song by our Canadian friend, Joni Mitchell who was an item with Neil Young and Bob Dylan. It must have been inspirational. She may have been with Steven Stills, too. Oh well, you had to be there...it was the 60's.
That song made me think of what is happening that our park is not being paved...it is our urban version of paradise, though the EL is a bit much. It is probably ruining our collective hearing.
Paradise...I had thoughts about that today. One unquestionable place that is paradise on earth is: Iguacu Falls. Never heard of it...neither had I. It is at the junction of Brazil, Argentina, and Paraguay. It is like the garden of Eden. I hope to go back one day. It is as close to the Garden of Eden as is possible on earth. The movie, "The Mission" (won Oscar in 1986..best picture) was filmed there and based on a true story of missionaries who thought it was paradise. Great music and actors: De Niro, Liam Neeson, Aiden Quinn. Oscar for music with Enrico Mariconi...spectacular.
Paradise...I look into the eyes of the dogs and sometimes I see the eyes of God looking back...speaking of Paradise. The heat has made dog park pretty unbearable for dogs for other than shorter periods of time. At least, the long haired dogs. My dog has been somewhat held captive to the air conditioner. She likes it. Remember this when you have not seen Kristen and Bruiser for three months because of the cold. Remember this when we are using our thingies that you buy at Walgreens to put into boots and mittens to keep warm. Chicago in summer can be paradise. I heard in the 1940's when there were heat waves, families would go down to the lakefront with blankets and would cool down with the lake breezes. It was very safe and comfortable. Paradise.
Did I ever tell you about the time I arrived in Rio with a Police Escort??? It is a true story and I decided that whenever I arrive in Rio, I insist on a Police Escort...sirens and the whole nine yards. If you find this intriguing...feel free to ask.
Extra Virgin Olive Oil has arrived...EVO available...another story...Italians!!!!
That's all she wrote. Roe
I was driving through the city today when I heard on the radio, "Pave Paradise, Put Up a Parking Lot". This was written and originally song by our Canadian friend, Joni Mitchell who was an item with Neil Young and Bob Dylan. It must have been inspirational. She may have been with Steven Stills, too. Oh well, you had to be there...it was the 60's.
That song made me think of what is happening that our park is not being paved...it is our urban version of paradise, though the EL is a bit much. It is probably ruining our collective hearing.
Paradise...I had thoughts about that today. One unquestionable place that is paradise on earth is: Iguacu Falls. Never heard of it...neither had I. It is at the junction of Brazil, Argentina, and Paraguay. It is like the garden of Eden. I hope to go back one day. It is as close to the Garden of Eden as is possible on earth. The movie, "The Mission" (won Oscar in 1986..best picture) was filmed there and based on a true story of missionaries who thought it was paradise. Great music and actors: De Niro, Liam Neeson, Aiden Quinn. Oscar for music with Enrico Mariconi...spectacular.
Paradise...I look into the eyes of the dogs and sometimes I see the eyes of God looking back...speaking of Paradise. The heat has made dog park pretty unbearable for dogs for other than shorter periods of time. At least, the long haired dogs. My dog has been somewhat held captive to the air conditioner. She likes it. Remember this when you have not seen Kristen and Bruiser for three months because of the cold. Remember this when we are using our thingies that you buy at Walgreens to put into boots and mittens to keep warm. Chicago in summer can be paradise. I heard in the 1940's when there were heat waves, families would go down to the lakefront with blankets and would cool down with the lake breezes. It was very safe and comfortable. Paradise.
Did I ever tell you about the time I arrived in Rio with a Police Escort??? It is a true story and I decided that whenever I arrive in Rio, I insist on a Police Escort...sirens and the whole nine yards. If you find this intriguing...feel free to ask.
Extra Virgin Olive Oil has arrived...EVO available...another story...Italians!!!!
That's all she wrote. Roe
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
ROMANCING ROVER
Hello,
Well, I was thinking today of the movie, "Romancing the Stone". Then I thought of Romancing the Pizza...this food addict's drug of choice..Lou Malanati's pepperoni. But, think about Romancing our Rovers. Much better idea and better for our health and the doggie' lives.
I, personally, have gotten more militant about animal rights' since being a regular at dog park. I want to go out and rescue another dog. But, my better judgement tells me, at this time, not to do it. Then I saw a show on animal planet about dog hoarders...pretty sick and ugly.
There are numerous people at dog park have lost considerable amounts of weight. They stopped Romancing the Pizza and began Romancing the Rover. Much better and the pooch never gives a Human indigestion.
Tonight my dog started making a semi-choking, heavy breathing sound. Clearly, she was having labored breathing. I tried rubbing her throat. She seemed to like that but it did not stop the labored breathing. I got her water bowl, but she would not drink. I looked down her throat...saw nothing. Finally, I had a bright idea...I gave her frozen green beans which she, generally has as a treat. Anyway, the frozen green beans cleared her throat. She then laid down and her breathing was easy and she took a nap. So, when in doubt, use a frozen vegetable to clear a stuck throat. Perhaps this post should be called, "Romancing the Green Bean"?
That's all she wrote. Roe
Well, I was thinking today of the movie, "Romancing the Stone". Then I thought of Romancing the Pizza...this food addict's drug of choice..Lou Malanati's pepperoni. But, think about Romancing our Rovers. Much better idea and better for our health and the doggie' lives.
I, personally, have gotten more militant about animal rights' since being a regular at dog park. I want to go out and rescue another dog. But, my better judgement tells me, at this time, not to do it. Then I saw a show on animal planet about dog hoarders...pretty sick and ugly.
There are numerous people at dog park have lost considerable amounts of weight. They stopped Romancing the Pizza and began Romancing the Rover. Much better and the pooch never gives a Human indigestion.
Tonight my dog started making a semi-choking, heavy breathing sound. Clearly, she was having labored breathing. I tried rubbing her throat. She seemed to like that but it did not stop the labored breathing. I got her water bowl, but she would not drink. I looked down her throat...saw nothing. Finally, I had a bright idea...I gave her frozen green beans which she, generally has as a treat. Anyway, the frozen green beans cleared her throat. She then laid down and her breathing was easy and she took a nap. So, when in doubt, use a frozen vegetable to clear a stuck throat. Perhaps this post should be called, "Romancing the Green Bean"?
That's all she wrote. Roe
PEOPLE, PLACES AND DOGS
Hello,
I feel like writing. It is my calling. Writing in stream of consciousness is interesting and surprising, even to me. Today, I met a new Human named Andrew who rescued a fab New
Foundland Retriever named Leo. Leo looks to be 160 pounds, but it is mostly having alot of hair...he is 125 pounds. Andrew adopted Leo knowing that Leo had had several knee surgeries and a hip replacement surgeries somewhere down by Springfield. The Vet there said that Leo's chances of improvement were 20% with anymore surgery or treatment. He would always be severely impaired. Andrew adopted Leo anyway. Through Blum Animal Clinic...there was a recommendation for the dog orthopedist extra-ordinairy in Berwyn. This guy is the man for ortho in dogs. He looked a Leo and said there was a 95% chance that with surgery he could have great improvement. And so it was. Leo was romping around the park today having a good old time.
Other humans are struggling with financial problems compliments of the recession, medical issues, compliments of life and interactionn problems with some other of the Park Humans. Life is complex, is it not
Mochi's human took him to a Purina dog commercial, where reportedly, he did quite well. If he keeps it up, he could put his human through college. Go, Mochi, Go.!
Places: did you happen to read the CS Magazine report on Wiggly Field??? Fortunately, it was moderately unfavorable. That means that there shouldn't be an influx of wannabees. Let' hope so.
Places: anyone want to go to the Carribean ? I would like to check out life down somewhere warm and see about possibilities for living there. If you are inspired, let me know.
There are a number of people who over the course of time have changed their health and body structure by weight loss. To those people, congratulations and self care is the way to keep health. I sound like my mother.
That's all she wrote. Roe
I feel like writing. It is my calling. Writing in stream of consciousness is interesting and surprising, even to me. Today, I met a new Human named Andrew who rescued a fab New
Foundland Retriever named Leo. Leo looks to be 160 pounds, but it is mostly having alot of hair...he is 125 pounds. Andrew adopted Leo knowing that Leo had had several knee surgeries and a hip replacement surgeries somewhere down by Springfield. The Vet there said that Leo's chances of improvement were 20% with anymore surgery or treatment. He would always be severely impaired. Andrew adopted Leo anyway. Through Blum Animal Clinic...there was a recommendation for the dog orthopedist extra-ordinairy in Berwyn. This guy is the man for ortho in dogs. He looked a Leo and said there was a 95% chance that with surgery he could have great improvement. And so it was. Leo was romping around the park today having a good old time.
Other humans are struggling with financial problems compliments of the recession, medical issues, compliments of life and interactionn problems with some other of the Park Humans. Life is complex, is it not
Mochi's human took him to a Purina dog commercial, where reportedly, he did quite well. If he keeps it up, he could put his human through college. Go, Mochi, Go.!
Places: did you happen to read the CS Magazine report on Wiggly Field??? Fortunately, it was moderately unfavorable. That means that there shouldn't be an influx of wannabees. Let' hope so.
Places: anyone want to go to the Carribean ? I would like to check out life down somewhere warm and see about possibilities for living there. If you are inspired, let me know.
There are a number of people who over the course of time have changed their health and body structure by weight loss. To those people, congratulations and self care is the way to keep health. I sound like my mother.
That's all she wrote. Roe
Sunday, July 18, 2010
NEED FOREVER HOMES FOR FORECLOSURES
Hi, y'all;
I was reading AOL which had an article on Pets taking it hard with foreclosures and home losses. Apparently, many people are embarrassed about losing their homes and feel that depositing their pets at shelters is too embarrassing. So, they leave them in the back yard or in the home, unattended and with or without food and water. The organization Pets of Forelosures is in need of fosters, forevers and food. They need money. If you work for a real estate firm, be aware that the sellers may be leaving animals to fend for themselves. It is heart breaking.
The weather is truly oppressive. Use Pedia-lite to add to doggie's water. It replaces electro-lites in the blood and keeps them very hydrated. I am sounding like a lecturer. Gotta stop that.
I saw that there is a new dog/pet store at the Costco Plaza on Clybourn. It is called Planet Pooch. I went in curious to see what was what. It is a (how do you spell she-she??). It is an over priced pet store with couches so watch the little pocket pups and appeal to the narcissistic nerds who would pay $1,800 to buy a Malti-poo rather than use that amount to save 36 dogs from euthanasia. So, being from NY, I had to say something. First I looked like a potential interested buyer. I then asked where the dogs came from. They said they all had proof of non-puppy mill status of the dogs. They called them breeders, but breeders adhere to AKC rules.
I then asked the price of these critter, cute as they are. I was told that they range from $1,200 to $1,800 per pup. They were remarkably cute dogs, but when so many are suffering, it is hard to watch. So, being from NY I had to say something. I said, "this is an obscenity. These animals are being sold as a cash crop and this money could be used to save so many, many lovely dogs in need of homes. Further more that the shop owners were contributing to the suffering of many animals." They must have heard something like this before because they said nothing and just pretended that I wasn't there. Clearly, this was not the first time they had heard this. If you feel that like it, stop in an mention that this store should be out of business and they are contributing to the suffering of animals.
The "Dog Days" have not even hit and summer, while wonderful here, seems to be looming and hanging in the air. Perhaps, that is the humidity. I watch the TV dog rescue shows and wish I could take all of them. I donate to shelters, because if I volunteered, I would be the lady with 10 dogs (no cats, please..not to offend anyone of the cat proclivity).
Sting at Ravinia was wow. Enjoying the out of doors, but my dog is not. She is sluggish with the heat. So, do be careful with them. Aengus and Ollie's human suggested carrying two sets of car keys. If you have to run into the store for 5 minutes with pup in the car, lock the doors, keep the windows up and keep the car and AC running. But, only for 5 minutes.
In the next life, I think I am going to be a vet. They get to save wonderful pets, but they have to deal with people...hmmm.
And, the good news, if you watch HGTV /design star...Nina got eliminated. Yeah. Anyway, I am going to donate some food to a dog shelter. They are swamped and under funded. Think about doing something similar.
Haven't heard any dog park drama. Hope some appears soon. But, then I have to get to dog park to observe it. I re-read some previous posts...I never re-read them. I have made numerous grammatical errors and deleted words. But, I hope that you get the gist of things.
I think that most dog devotees often do not have children. Anyway, the heat is supposed to abate. That would be wonderful for all. I need to get to dog park to get my therapy and to find out what is happening in the dog-o-rama drama and human saga.
That's all she wrote. Roe
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I was reading AOL which had an article on Pets taking it hard with foreclosures and home losses. Apparently, many people are embarrassed about losing their homes and feel that depositing their pets at shelters is too embarrassing. So, they leave them in the back yard or in the home, unattended and with or without food and water. The organization Pets of Forelosures is in need of fosters, forevers and food. They need money. If you work for a real estate firm, be aware that the sellers may be leaving animals to fend for themselves. It is heart breaking.
The weather is truly oppressive. Use Pedia-lite to add to doggie's water. It replaces electro-lites in the blood and keeps them very hydrated. I am sounding like a lecturer. Gotta stop that.
I saw that there is a new dog/pet store at the Costco Plaza on Clybourn. It is called Planet Pooch. I went in curious to see what was what. It is a (how do you spell she-she??). It is an over priced pet store with couches so watch the little pocket pups and appeal to the narcissistic nerds who would pay $1,800 to buy a Malti-poo rather than use that amount to save 36 dogs from euthanasia. So, being from NY, I had to say something. First I looked like a potential interested buyer. I then asked where the dogs came from. They said they all had proof of non-puppy mill status of the dogs. They called them breeders, but breeders adhere to AKC rules.
I then asked the price of these critter, cute as they are. I was told that they range from $1,200 to $1,800 per pup. They were remarkably cute dogs, but when so many are suffering, it is hard to watch. So, being from NY I had to say something. I said, "this is an obscenity. These animals are being sold as a cash crop and this money could be used to save so many, many lovely dogs in need of homes. Further more that the shop owners were contributing to the suffering of many animals." They must have heard something like this before because they said nothing and just pretended that I wasn't there. Clearly, this was not the first time they had heard this. If you feel that like it, stop in an mention that this store should be out of business and they are contributing to the suffering of animals.
The "Dog Days" have not even hit and summer, while wonderful here, seems to be looming and hanging in the air. Perhaps, that is the humidity. I watch the TV dog rescue shows and wish I could take all of them. I donate to shelters, because if I volunteered, I would be the lady with 10 dogs (no cats, please..not to offend anyone of the cat proclivity).
Sting at Ravinia was wow. Enjoying the out of doors, but my dog is not. She is sluggish with the heat. So, do be careful with them. Aengus and Ollie's human suggested carrying two sets of car keys. If you have to run into the store for 5 minutes with pup in the car, lock the doors, keep the windows up and keep the car and AC running. But, only for 5 minutes.
In the next life, I think I am going to be a vet. They get to save wonderful pets, but they have to deal with people...hmmm.
And, the good news, if you watch HGTV /design star...Nina got eliminated. Yeah. Anyway, I am going to donate some food to a dog shelter. They are swamped and under funded. Think about doing something similar.
Haven't heard any dog park drama. Hope some appears soon. But, then I have to get to dog park to observe it. I re-read some previous posts...I never re-read them. I have made numerous grammatical errors and deleted words. But, I hope that you get the gist of things.
I think that most dog devotees often do not have children. Anyway, the heat is supposed to abate. That would be wonderful for all. I need to get to dog park to get my therapy and to find out what is happening in the dog-o-rama drama and human saga.
That's all she wrote. Roe
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Wednesday, July 14, 2010
DOG-O-RAMA
Hello,
Not to much to add to the mix. It is hot and humid in dp. I tried the shade for about 15 minutes around noon, but it was too hot for my best dog friend who always wears a heavy fur coat. I have seen numerous dogs shaved for the summer. But, my doggie is getting up in age, slowing down and I did not want to shave her and freak her out. I think it would be a hard adjustment for an older girl.
One human at dp had a bit of a similar thing. This human wanted to change their hair color. It was a big thing and not one that could be reversed. But the human did change the color and looks great. I mention to this human that they looked ten years younger. And, they did.
Promise and gender identity: I kept calling Promise, a definite female of the species, He/Him. I then felt guilty about it. Her human most generously pointed out that Promise was not offended by gender mis-identification. And, in fact, Promise did not know about gender other than what hormones that she can sniff on other dogs. It's also like giving you dog half or less of a treat. They do not appreciate portion control. What the Hello....a treat is a treat. Reducing the size of the treat just means more treats for our dogalicious creatures.
I keep wondering when the park expansion is going to occur. It is near mid-summer....isn't the city using TARP money to fund this thing and put some people back to work and some money in the economy. The stimulous package was not stimulating enough. I have noticed that many people do not discuss politics at the park. Then again, some chose to be provocative and will take the opposite position on almost any subject....hint: this human has two labs, one yellow and one chocalate...a now post Census worker....post his trip to Alaska. John-boy....caught buying fruits and vegetables from a street vendor on Irving Park, may have been the one who started the apochrophol (SP) story of Gary's Census Alaskan venture. I have discovered...only after several years, that humans from NYC often use flat toned reverse humor. For example, if you thought someone was cool, one w..ould say to the cool person that they were a bag of doo-doo.
Such as, Hello, you old bag of ... it took me two years to figure out that this is inverted NY humor. I recall first moving here and I used to have inverted sarcastic NY humor. It took me years of therapy to recover from it.
Jordan went to the vet today for her physical. It was hard since she has slowed down for the first time this summer. So, she was tested for thyroid and other stuff. But, most older dogs should be taking more glucosamine chondritin than is in even great dog food. So, tomorrow it starts. Perhaps her slowing down has to do with, not arthritis, but thinning of joint membranes. We shall see. All of us who have watched our beloved dogs age wonder how it happened so fast. Everyday is precious with our child dogs.
Guess what? Sting at Ravinia this Saturday night. Wow.
That's all she wrote. Roe
Not to much to add to the mix. It is hot and humid in dp. I tried the shade for about 15 minutes around noon, but it was too hot for my best dog friend who always wears a heavy fur coat. I have seen numerous dogs shaved for the summer. But, my doggie is getting up in age, slowing down and I did not want to shave her and freak her out. I think it would be a hard adjustment for an older girl.
One human at dp had a bit of a similar thing. This human wanted to change their hair color. It was a big thing and not one that could be reversed. But the human did change the color and looks great. I mention to this human that they looked ten years younger. And, they did.
Promise and gender identity: I kept calling Promise, a definite female of the species, He/Him. I then felt guilty about it. Her human most generously pointed out that Promise was not offended by gender mis-identification. And, in fact, Promise did not know about gender other than what hormones that she can sniff on other dogs. It's also like giving you dog half or less of a treat. They do not appreciate portion control. What the Hello....a treat is a treat. Reducing the size of the treat just means more treats for our dogalicious creatures.
I keep wondering when the park expansion is going to occur. It is near mid-summer....isn't the city using TARP money to fund this thing and put some people back to work and some money in the economy. The stimulous package was not stimulating enough. I have noticed that many people do not discuss politics at the park. Then again, some chose to be provocative and will take the opposite position on almost any subject....hint: this human has two labs, one yellow and one chocalate...a now post Census worker....post his trip to Alaska. John-boy....caught buying fruits and vegetables from a street vendor on Irving Park, may have been the one who started the apochrophol (SP) story of Gary's Census Alaskan venture. I have discovered...only after several years, that humans from NYC often use flat toned reverse humor. For example, if you thought someone was cool, one w..ould say to the cool person that they were a bag of doo-doo.
Such as, Hello, you old bag of ... it took me two years to figure out that this is inverted NY humor. I recall first moving here and I used to have inverted sarcastic NY humor. It took me years of therapy to recover from it.
Jordan went to the vet today for her physical. It was hard since she has slowed down for the first time this summer. So, she was tested for thyroid and other stuff. But, most older dogs should be taking more glucosamine chondritin than is in even great dog food. So, tomorrow it starts. Perhaps her slowing down has to do with, not arthritis, but thinning of joint membranes. We shall see. All of us who have watched our beloved dogs age wonder how it happened so fast. Everyday is precious with our child dogs.
Guess what? Sting at Ravinia this Saturday night. Wow.
That's all she wrote. Roe
Monday, July 12, 2010
MUCH ADO ABOUT SOMETHING..ignorance is not bliss
JOURNAL
Friday, July 9, 2010
MUCH ADO ABOUT SOMETHING..ignorance is not bliss
Howdy to my deeply devoted following:Well, yesterday at dog park was a RED LETTER day. I had to see it to believe it. The usual suspects were dawdling in the shade. The dogs of the pack were all present and accounted for: Promise, Mochi, Jordan, Ollie and Aengus, and numerous other delightful canines. When in came the sharpei mix with an aggressive history. The Human for this dog is somewhat unenlightened in the area of both dog reproduction and behavioral issues. So this dog, whose name is somewhat like North Carolina, who can be pleasant if seen alone and without many dogs around. This NC dog is overstimulated because, at age three, she is still fully packaged...ie., hasn't been spayed. Needless to say, though NC dog was in the time out area, since many humans and their dogs were sitting on the shady bench, this was all too close for comfort. But, that isn't the worst part. Like I said, if I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't believe it. NC dog got very over stimulated and began aggressive type behavior thereby setting off all of the other dogs. The energy in the pack was frenetic. All of the dogs, especially, the male dogs were out of their minds with barking and distress. The owner of the NC dog started blaming the woman human of one of the male dogs. The woman was sitting there, literally, not saying one word. That's right, not word one did she say...much to her credit. I was astounded that the human of NC dog kept saying it was the woman's fault. Some good samaritan tried to speak to the elderly man to explain the necessity of spaying and neutering and how it effected all of the dogs. The man continued to blame the woman silently sitting on the bench. I even got into it saying that the law required spaying and neutering. He insisted that he wanted his female dog to have puppies. I have heard that this man has his dog living in a van. Purportedly, numerous people have looked into this and it is true. I feel, only partly sorry for the man. I am sure that his dog provides him with much comfort. But, he is treating his dog with cruelty and not properly caring for his loyal pet.I don't know what to say. This man refuses to take any responsibility for the behavior or health of his dog. This is animal cruelty. Our animals deserve better.So, that chaos left me wondering how one person can be so dumb in the face of all evidence to the contrary.That's all she wrote. Roe
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Friday, July 9, 2010
MUCH ADO ABOUT SOMETHING..ignorance is not bliss
Howdy to my deeply devoted following:Well, yesterday at dog park was a RED LETTER day. I had to see it to believe it. The usual suspects were dawdling in the shade. The dogs of the pack were all present and accounted for: Promise, Mochi, Jordan, Ollie and Aengus, and numerous other delightful canines. When in came the sharpei mix with an aggressive history. The Human for this dog is somewhat unenlightened in the area of both dog reproduction and behavioral issues. So this dog, whose name is somewhat like North Carolina, who can be pleasant if seen alone and without many dogs around. This NC dog is overstimulated because, at age three, she is still fully packaged...ie., hasn't been spayed. Needless to say, though NC dog was in the time out area, since many humans and their dogs were sitting on the shady bench, this was all too close for comfort. But, that isn't the worst part. Like I said, if I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't believe it. NC dog got very over stimulated and began aggressive type behavior thereby setting off all of the other dogs. The energy in the pack was frenetic. All of the dogs, especially, the male dogs were out of their minds with barking and distress. The owner of the NC dog started blaming the woman human of one of the male dogs. The woman was sitting there, literally, not saying one word. That's right, not word one did she say...much to her credit. I was astounded that the human of NC dog kept saying it was the woman's fault. Some good samaritan tried to speak to the elderly man to explain the necessity of spaying and neutering and how it effected all of the dogs. The man continued to blame the woman silently sitting on the bench. I even got into it saying that the law required spaying and neutering. He insisted that he wanted his female dog to have puppies. I have heard that this man has his dog living in a van. Purportedly, numerous people have looked into this and it is true. I feel, only partly sorry for the man. I am sure that his dog provides him with much comfort. But, he is treating his dog with cruelty and not properly caring for his loyal pet.I don't know what to say. This man refuses to take any responsibility for the behavior or health of his dog. This is animal cruelty. Our animals deserve better.So, that chaos left me wondering how one person can be so dumb in the face of all evidence to the contrary.That's all she wrote. Roe
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Today Is Another Day...thankfully
Friday, July 9, 2010
Today Is Another Day...thankfully
Hello y'all;We had it made in the shade today. It was a perfect Chicago summer day...not too hot, but a beautiful blue skies day and nary a cloud to be seen. The shade bench had all the usual suspects and one who was there yesterday whom I had forgotten to mention: that is Chimichura and her human. The topics were all about Arizona laws, bike riding laws and new dogs: a second Murphy Mystery Dog came to dp. Murphy looks like a cross between a Bernaise Highlander, sheperd, and perhaps Rotty with a hint of Borzoi. Murphy is a sweet boy and big too. He is about 100 pounds and tall. So, welcome to him. Hope to see him again soon.The support fabric of the part is great. Today, Melissa, a dog walker was telling me that people need to vent. I sometimes forget that since all day that's what I do....let people vent. So, when I go to dog park...sometimes it is hard for me...since it is my therapy.Today a paramore showed up at dog park, surprising his amore. T and M were united when T wandered in from his second job. M said that she thought very highly of him on their first date when T picked up after her dog's droppings. Now that is what all the women on the shade bench decided was a very admirable quality in a man. The dog usual suspects seem to know all the human usual suspects. Kind of fun that way....it is like a tribe of dogs and humans. Kinda cool, actually, massively cool. The dogs bring so much love and pleasure to we humans.I met a lady later on at dp who was much chagrinned to admit she had gotten her dog at a pet store in the suburbs. If I had gotten a dog 15 years ago, I would have thought nothing of it. I grew up in the generation of "How Much is that Doggie in the Window" song. So, the lady said she was lucky that her dog was healthy, but no doubt a puppy mill dog. She said she would not make the same mistake twice. I would have made the same mistake in years passed. I looked at my Jordan who rescued me and thought how lucky I am.I thought about Buster who has gone over the Rainbow Bridge this passed year. I think that where he is, he is forever young and happy and healthy and has unlimited rubber bouncy balls...the kind you fetch.That's all she wrote. Roe
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Today Is Another Day...thankfully
Hello y'all;We had it made in the shade today. It was a perfect Chicago summer day...not too hot, but a beautiful blue skies day and nary a cloud to be seen. The shade bench had all the usual suspects and one who was there yesterday whom I had forgotten to mention: that is Chimichura and her human. The topics were all about Arizona laws, bike riding laws and new dogs: a second Murphy Mystery Dog came to dp. Murphy looks like a cross between a Bernaise Highlander, sheperd, and perhaps Rotty with a hint of Borzoi. Murphy is a sweet boy and big too. He is about 100 pounds and tall. So, welcome to him. Hope to see him again soon.The support fabric of the part is great. Today, Melissa, a dog walker was telling me that people need to vent. I sometimes forget that since all day that's what I do....let people vent. So, when I go to dog park...sometimes it is hard for me...since it is my therapy.Today a paramore showed up at dog park, surprising his amore. T and M were united when T wandered in from his second job. M said that she thought very highly of him on their first date when T picked up after her dog's droppings. Now that is what all the women on the shade bench decided was a very admirable quality in a man. The dog usual suspects seem to know all the human usual suspects. Kind of fun that way....it is like a tribe of dogs and humans. Kinda cool, actually, massively cool. The dogs bring so much love and pleasure to we humans.I met a lady later on at dp who was much chagrinned to admit she had gotten her dog at a pet store in the suburbs. If I had gotten a dog 15 years ago, I would have thought nothing of it. I grew up in the generation of "How Much is that Doggie in the Window" song. So, the lady said she was lucky that her dog was healthy, but no doubt a puppy mill dog. She said she would not make the same mistake twice. I would have made the same mistake in years passed. I looked at my Jordan who rescued me and thought how lucky I am.I thought about Buster who has gone over the Rainbow Bridge this passed year. I think that where he is, he is forever young and happy and healthy and has unlimited rubber bouncy balls...the kind you fetch.That's all she wrote. Roe
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DOG CINCO DE MAYO Vol 1, #4
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
DOG CINCO DE MAYO Vol 1, #4
Hello Doggie lovers,Today, some celebrate cinco de mayo. Not at dog park. We celebrated dogs and heard a true story of the lothario (who objected to this sobriquet, insisting that he is not a malignant influence in the lives of women). So, perhaps a new nom de park: Romeo of Wiggly (Romeo for short). Anyway, this Romeo, told his tales of life in Santorini, days "stuck" in Amsterdam, Holland, with a friend who got his passport stolen. This tale sounded like an old fashioned Big Lebowski fest including Nihilists, pot, thugs and all. All they needed was "Bunny" the other Lebowski's sex o holic wife. Now that would be a story. But as Willie Shakespeare said, "All's well that ends well". And the whole kit and kaboodle ended up, not in Sweden, but in Munich. There are tell tales photos of this on Facebook... But, you will have to asks dp Romeo for his Facebook name and page if you want to view this. I heard that he, actually, jumped off a cliff in Greece to impress two girls. Duh...he got hurt. Yuck.Other than Romeo telling his tall tales about his wanton days in the outer suburbs of youth, park was pretty quiet this afternoon. I saw a few new pups: Lucy the weiner is definitley akeeper.The "Artful Dodger": aka, Leila, a Papillion, and what looks like a mini golden mix. Leila is acritter to be reckoned with. Sweet Leila is about one year old. I remember when she first appeared at dp. Everyone wanted to hold her. She has quite a personality and had all of the dogs today, worked up and chasing her at breakneck speeds around the park in circles. She looks like a little fox and runs like it too. Angus and Ollie were enrapt and chasing. But, they never caught the Artful Dodger.I went to dp around 7PM, but did not recognize, either dogs or humans. Mid-day has its advantages. The sun falls on the purple wonderful swimming pool and the dogs love it. Romeo figured out how to keep the water hose inside the pool and keep the water running. Very clever. How guy like.Froman has not been here recently. His human, John, named Froman after the sausage company name in Ferris Beuhler's Day Off. I think of sausage....hmmm.Christina's love life is cause for humans to circle around her to know the latest installment. Single humans seem to have love lives that spark interest in others. Vicarious is second best is my thought.So, that's all she wrote.Roe and Jordan
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DOG CINCO DE MAYO Vol 1, #4
Hello Doggie lovers,Today, some celebrate cinco de mayo. Not at dog park. We celebrated dogs and heard a true story of the lothario (who objected to this sobriquet, insisting that he is not a malignant influence in the lives of women). So, perhaps a new nom de park: Romeo of Wiggly (Romeo for short). Anyway, this Romeo, told his tales of life in Santorini, days "stuck" in Amsterdam, Holland, with a friend who got his passport stolen. This tale sounded like an old fashioned Big Lebowski fest including Nihilists, pot, thugs and all. All they needed was "Bunny" the other Lebowski's sex o holic wife. Now that would be a story. But as Willie Shakespeare said, "All's well that ends well". And the whole kit and kaboodle ended up, not in Sweden, but in Munich. There are tell tales photos of this on Facebook... But, you will have to asks dp Romeo for his Facebook name and page if you want to view this. I heard that he, actually, jumped off a cliff in Greece to impress two girls. Duh...he got hurt. Yuck.Other than Romeo telling his tall tales about his wanton days in the outer suburbs of youth, park was pretty quiet this afternoon. I saw a few new pups: Lucy the weiner is definitley akeeper.The "Artful Dodger": aka, Leila, a Papillion, and what looks like a mini golden mix. Leila is acritter to be reckoned with. Sweet Leila is about one year old. I remember when she first appeared at dp. Everyone wanted to hold her. She has quite a personality and had all of the dogs today, worked up and chasing her at breakneck speeds around the park in circles. She looks like a little fox and runs like it too. Angus and Ollie were enrapt and chasing. But, they never caught the Artful Dodger.I went to dp around 7PM, but did not recognize, either dogs or humans. Mid-day has its advantages. The sun falls on the purple wonderful swimming pool and the dogs love it. Romeo figured out how to keep the water hose inside the pool and keep the water running. Very clever. How guy like.Froman has not been here recently. His human, John, named Froman after the sausage company name in Ferris Beuhler's Day Off. I think of sausage....hmmm.Christina's love life is cause for humans to circle around her to know the latest installment. Single humans seem to have love lives that spark interest in others. Vicarious is second best is my thought.So, that's all she wrote.Roe and Jordan
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Sunday, July 4, 2010
HEAR THE ONE ABOUT GAMECOCKS IN SHADE?
Howdy, Dog Packies;
Well, a long holiday weekend in town means easy parking, no lines for restaurants and movies and an uncrowded dog park.
So, have you heard the one about three gamecocks sitting in the shade? Well, you are going to hear it now. No one wore their "Cocks" baseball caps, or tee shirts for that matter. But, today, quite by accident, there were in fact, three Gamecocks sitting in the shade. What is a Gamecock, you ask? It is the mascot for the University of South Carolina...the REAL and ONLY Carolina.
Not only were Dave and Laura alum, they were married there. This relevant because in many years in this city, until about 3 weeks ago, I had never met a Gamecock. I met Hal, the human for Bocefio and his Havanese brother, Hal is also a Gamecock. So, in x many years in Chicago, I have finally met a bunch of Cocks, as they are called. Now when I first went to that university, I had only heard that word in relation to dirty jokes. But in Carolina, in context it is just a nickname for the mascot: Cocky. It is all a matter of context. USC aka, U of Suit Case, because every weekend is a party away somewhere. Occasionally, I meet someone at dog park who has gone to U of Southern California. They claim, also, to be USC. I point out that we are not only the first USC (founded in 1801, yes that is correct, 1801) and that they are not only not the first, they are the non real USC. Occasionally I see someone wearing a blue Carolina tee shirt...(U of North Carolina) another not real Carolina. So, what happens when three Gamecocks are sitting in the shade??? Lots of happy memories and shared cultural amusements. By the way, their dog is a King Charles Cavalier named Winston Churchill. They, too , like history. Oh yes, and be sure to ask about PJ and Shag, James Brown and the War of Yankee Aggression.
I went to Hamlin Park last night, I met people who were very nice and said they did not like Wiggly because it was filled with people who are too full of themselves. I explained that there is a deeply devoted and disturbed following at Wiggly and that we, too, are not thrilled with the non-poop picker uppers and yups, too. I invited them. I met a Lime Tree Bloodhound from Chicago Canine rescue whose name was Cody #3. His human, Gino owns the dog friendly bar called Cody at the intersection of Barry and Paulina. They welcome us. A Lime Treee Bloodhound has longer ears, a lower body and a sweet disposition. This pure bred boy came from the aforementioned rescue in Chicago. He was playing with Jordan, Izzy, Guiness and Deliloh. Deliloh is a golden chow mix from rescue. He was initially named Delilah, but upon closer inspection,
this cute girl dog was sporting a johnson, also known as, "fully packaged." Hmmm. So, Delilah became Deliloh. Whatever his/her preference this dog is a keeper. In fact, they have rescued three...constant three dog night.
Hope to see you all tomorrow.
That's all she wrote. Roe
Well, a long holiday weekend in town means easy parking, no lines for restaurants and movies and an uncrowded dog park.
So, have you heard the one about three gamecocks sitting in the shade? Well, you are going to hear it now. No one wore their "Cocks" baseball caps, or tee shirts for that matter. But, today, quite by accident, there were in fact, three Gamecocks sitting in the shade. What is a Gamecock, you ask? It is the mascot for the University of South Carolina...the REAL and ONLY Carolina.
Not only were Dave and Laura alum, they were married there. This relevant because in many years in this city, until about 3 weeks ago, I had never met a Gamecock. I met Hal, the human for Bocefio and his Havanese brother, Hal is also a Gamecock. So, in x many years in Chicago, I have finally met a bunch of Cocks, as they are called. Now when I first went to that university, I had only heard that word in relation to dirty jokes. But in Carolina, in context it is just a nickname for the mascot: Cocky. It is all a matter of context. USC aka, U of Suit Case, because every weekend is a party away somewhere. Occasionally, I meet someone at dog park who has gone to U of Southern California. They claim, also, to be USC. I point out that we are not only the first USC (founded in 1801, yes that is correct, 1801) and that they are not only not the first, they are the non real USC. Occasionally I see someone wearing a blue Carolina tee shirt...(U of North Carolina) another not real Carolina. So, what happens when three Gamecocks are sitting in the shade??? Lots of happy memories and shared cultural amusements. By the way, their dog is a King Charles Cavalier named Winston Churchill. They, too , like history. Oh yes, and be sure to ask about PJ and Shag, James Brown and the War of Yankee Aggression.
I went to Hamlin Park last night, I met people who were very nice and said they did not like Wiggly because it was filled with people who are too full of themselves. I explained that there is a deeply devoted and disturbed following at Wiggly and that we, too, are not thrilled with the non-poop picker uppers and yups, too. I invited them. I met a Lime Tree Bloodhound from Chicago Canine rescue whose name was Cody #3. His human, Gino owns the dog friendly bar called Cody at the intersection of Barry and Paulina. They welcome us. A Lime Treee Bloodhound has longer ears, a lower body and a sweet disposition. This pure bred boy came from the aforementioned rescue in Chicago. He was playing with Jordan, Izzy, Guiness and Deliloh. Deliloh is a golden chow mix from rescue. He was initially named Delilah, but upon closer inspection,
this cute girl dog was sporting a johnson, also known as, "fully packaged." Hmmm. So, Delilah became Deliloh. Whatever his/her preference this dog is a keeper. In fact, they have rescued three...constant three dog night.
Hope to see you all tomorrow.
That's all she wrote. Roe
Thursday, July 1, 2010
RETURN OF DOG BLOG...
Hello,
It has been awhile since I have posted. Got tired trying to remember all dog names and stories. So, I took a break. I will write more about whatever freely flows from my literary psyche.
Today, Cheryl was the Mistress of Poo. She cleaned and cleaned up the doo-doo. She, also, repeatedly cleaned out the pools. The usual suspects hovered around the sunny bench and Gary, of course, freshly back from Juneau, Alaska; where he was doing his census work. That fact is per John. My legs get longer all the time from all of the pulling. A recommendation for dealing with Gary: If he says, A...you say B. If he says, B...you say A. He is always the Devil's adovate. When is not at dog park or taking the census in Alaska, perhaps, he should go to Law School....argumentative nature.
It was nice in the shade today. But, then it got cold. So, off to the sun. John and Froman showed up today. I didn't realize that they live in the South Loop, yet when possible come to dog park. Says alot about us. Anyway, it was nice to see the both of them. They are currently on their way to the Upper Peninsula. Have a nice 4th. Canoe-ing down a river. Sounds like fun. I don't know if Froman is going to paddle...doggie or otherwise. If you don't know where the name Froman came from it is that John used to work for Froman sausage company.
Mr. Puff the Magic Husky was having a great time today around the pool. He was playing with another husky whose name doesn't come at the moment. Don't be offended...I like mostly all of the dogs. I even like one that no one likes. I usually support and underdog. I have heard that one dog lives in a van. I hope this is not so. It could make one irritable.
A weinermaner, age 11 years, was in the shady part of dog park today. She had been rescued some time ago. He was not considered show quality of his litter. Reportedly, the breeder just gave her to some people who kept her tied up all day in a garage. At least, after awhile, these owners gave her to a weimer-rescue where she found her forever home. It always makes me want to get another dog. But...I must restrain myself.
Maureen showed up today. It was great to see her. Promise was having a nice time playing around with another lab. The things I learned at dog park. If you want to sell your home, get a real estate license and then save thousands on brokers fees. The housing market sucks. People seem to be getting some jobs. The economy is not booming. I sold my BP stock. Sorry, do still speak to me. I had it before the meltdown. People do not speak of the meltdown...it is too much to consider.
Dog park therapy is great and free. The people are for the most part amenable to speaking, listening and being humorous. John and Gary definitely get the pulling of legs awards. My favorite was last year when Gary told me one of the humans at the park fed his dog a live chicken for the dog's birthday. I believed him and was appalled that this human would commit animal cruelty to a chicken. Turns out that Gary was very much pulling my leg. So, do NOT worry, no one fed a chicken to their dog for the dog birthday.
Hello to Aegus (named after a king..Ireland or Scotland...one of those countries, as opposed to the countries where women live in burkas)...That comment has pc meaning. Since I once referred to burka wearing zones, as "one of those countries". I was then promptly chastised for being non-pc. Guess what, I am non-pc.
What else...The Fourth of July. Usually, I spend that in the Finger Lakes...this year I will be here. In 1996, I was at a conference in Amsterdam speaking with a British doctor. I mused that this was the first time I missed the Fourth of July. He, in a bit of Brit fashion (ie, snide) said,
"Is it really such a big deal?" I thought for a moment and answered that, "if it were not for the Fourth of July, he and I would now be having this conversation in German." He was properly humble in his agreement...."I suppose so".
That's all she wrote. Roe
It has been awhile since I have posted. Got tired trying to remember all dog names and stories. So, I took a break. I will write more about whatever freely flows from my literary psyche.
Today, Cheryl was the Mistress of Poo. She cleaned and cleaned up the doo-doo. She, also, repeatedly cleaned out the pools. The usual suspects hovered around the sunny bench and Gary, of course, freshly back from Juneau, Alaska; where he was doing his census work. That fact is per John. My legs get longer all the time from all of the pulling. A recommendation for dealing with Gary: If he says, A...you say B. If he says, B...you say A. He is always the Devil's adovate. When is not at dog park or taking the census in Alaska, perhaps, he should go to Law School....argumentative nature.
It was nice in the shade today. But, then it got cold. So, off to the sun. John and Froman showed up today. I didn't realize that they live in the South Loop, yet when possible come to dog park. Says alot about us. Anyway, it was nice to see the both of them. They are currently on their way to the Upper Peninsula. Have a nice 4th. Canoe-ing down a river. Sounds like fun. I don't know if Froman is going to paddle...doggie or otherwise. If you don't know where the name Froman came from it is that John used to work for Froman sausage company.
Mr. Puff the Magic Husky was having a great time today around the pool. He was playing with another husky whose name doesn't come at the moment. Don't be offended...I like mostly all of the dogs. I even like one that no one likes. I usually support and underdog. I have heard that one dog lives in a van. I hope this is not so. It could make one irritable.
A weinermaner, age 11 years, was in the shady part of dog park today. She had been rescued some time ago. He was not considered show quality of his litter. Reportedly, the breeder just gave her to some people who kept her tied up all day in a garage. At least, after awhile, these owners gave her to a weimer-rescue where she found her forever home. It always makes me want to get another dog. But...I must restrain myself.
Maureen showed up today. It was great to see her. Promise was having a nice time playing around with another lab. The things I learned at dog park. If you want to sell your home, get a real estate license and then save thousands on brokers fees. The housing market sucks. People seem to be getting some jobs. The economy is not booming. I sold my BP stock. Sorry, do still speak to me. I had it before the meltdown. People do not speak of the meltdown...it is too much to consider.
Dog park therapy is great and free. The people are for the most part amenable to speaking, listening and being humorous. John and Gary definitely get the pulling of legs awards. My favorite was last year when Gary told me one of the humans at the park fed his dog a live chicken for the dog's birthday. I believed him and was appalled that this human would commit animal cruelty to a chicken. Turns out that Gary was very much pulling my leg. So, do NOT worry, no one fed a chicken to their dog for the dog birthday.
Hello to Aegus (named after a king..Ireland or Scotland...one of those countries, as opposed to the countries where women live in burkas)...That comment has pc meaning. Since I once referred to burka wearing zones, as "one of those countries". I was then promptly chastised for being non-pc. Guess what, I am non-pc.
What else...The Fourth of July. Usually, I spend that in the Finger Lakes...this year I will be here. In 1996, I was at a conference in Amsterdam speaking with a British doctor. I mused that this was the first time I missed the Fourth of July. He, in a bit of Brit fashion (ie, snide) said,
"Is it really such a big deal?" I thought for a moment and answered that, "if it were not for the Fourth of July, he and I would now be having this conversation in German." He was properly humble in his agreement...."I suppose so".
That's all she wrote. Roe
Thursday, June 17, 2010
TAIL OF TWO IZZIES
Hello,
Today was filled with Isabelles...and one Isabella. All of these white or light cuties are in bull family. White Isabelle (Joseph's dog) is an American Bull Terrier. His mom human used to breed and show sharpei dogs. The things you find out. She says she likes the more aggressive breeds and when asked if that matched her personality, she agreed. Another Isabelle is a light sweet French Bull dog pup of 7 months. Even for seven months, she is quite petite. She runs like a rabbit: ears bouncing in the breeze. Watching her run form behind she seems to wiggle run. Quite cute. While I was driving to my office after dp, I saw two French Bull dog siblings: Francesca (black) and Isabella (white) dog siblings from the same litter. So, it is a "Tail of two Izzies", or "Three bull dog night"?
A dog name discussion which took place in the shade bench on the south side of the park sparked some light bulbs to go off in my brain. John states that the park: sun v shade was a two city thing. Dog names of interest led to a discussion of ludicrous names for children. La Brittany seemed to take the cake of an unusal name of foolishness....at least for today.
After the sun had retreated from part of the north end of dp bench, many of the usual suspects convened around the pool, interestingly, as did the dog for each human. Aengus (with an "E") was a bit of a barker today because he was not always getting the famous rubber ball, as he was wanted, and usually did, have. Another Angus showed up...I think it was a big Swiss mountain boy who currently weighs about 100 and is in late puppyhood. He looks a bit like a hereford cow...or perhaps, a Guernsy cow. I come from Upstate NY, people do not realize that the second largest industry in NY is dairy farming. Therefore, a farmer might say of a girl "chick" that she was a "sweet little heffer". So, Angus (no "E) was compared to a cow...and a sweet heffer at that.
A big English Bull dog named....can't remember, showed up at the end of the afternoon. His human was a wimpy and unauthoritative dog alpha. She freely and without awareness admitted that she had not given her dog obedience training. Since her dog was jumping up on people and a bit out of control, or as one person said, "that dog does not have good manners". That was polite.
I am thinking about what I want to say in the blog and what is the purpose, the narrative and the arc and conflict resolution. What is the conflict? The dp microcosm, like any cosm has conflict to resolve. Conflict can be measured in character and character can drive the actions and clarify the conflict. There are archtypes: tomboys, cheerleaders, people dedicated to an well trained in the training of animals and the neophytes who do not know that they do not know. There in lies many conflicts. The same might be said for the dogs. Yet, the dogs seem to handle the conflict and get over it. Why can't we?
That's all she wrote. Roe
Today was filled with Isabelles...and one Isabella. All of these white or light cuties are in bull family. White Isabelle (Joseph's dog) is an American Bull Terrier. His mom human used to breed and show sharpei dogs. The things you find out. She says she likes the more aggressive breeds and when asked if that matched her personality, she agreed. Another Isabelle is a light sweet French Bull dog pup of 7 months. Even for seven months, she is quite petite. She runs like a rabbit: ears bouncing in the breeze. Watching her run form behind she seems to wiggle run. Quite cute. While I was driving to my office after dp, I saw two French Bull dog siblings: Francesca (black) and Isabella (white) dog siblings from the same litter. So, it is a "Tail of two Izzies", or "Three bull dog night"?
A dog name discussion which took place in the shade bench on the south side of the park sparked some light bulbs to go off in my brain. John states that the park: sun v shade was a two city thing. Dog names of interest led to a discussion of ludicrous names for children. La Brittany seemed to take the cake of an unusal name of foolishness....at least for today.
After the sun had retreated from part of the north end of dp bench, many of the usual suspects convened around the pool, interestingly, as did the dog for each human. Aengus (with an "E") was a bit of a barker today because he was not always getting the famous rubber ball, as he was wanted, and usually did, have. Another Angus showed up...I think it was a big Swiss mountain boy who currently weighs about 100 and is in late puppyhood. He looks a bit like a hereford cow...or perhaps, a Guernsy cow. I come from Upstate NY, people do not realize that the second largest industry in NY is dairy farming. Therefore, a farmer might say of a girl "chick" that she was a "sweet little heffer". So, Angus (no "E) was compared to a cow...and a sweet heffer at that.
A big English Bull dog named....can't remember, showed up at the end of the afternoon. His human was a wimpy and unauthoritative dog alpha. She freely and without awareness admitted that she had not given her dog obedience training. Since her dog was jumping up on people and a bit out of control, or as one person said, "that dog does not have good manners". That was polite.
I am thinking about what I want to say in the blog and what is the purpose, the narrative and the arc and conflict resolution. What is the conflict? The dp microcosm, like any cosm has conflict to resolve. Conflict can be measured in character and character can drive the actions and clarify the conflict. There are archtypes: tomboys, cheerleaders, people dedicated to an well trained in the training of animals and the neophytes who do not know that they do not know. There in lies many conflicts. The same might be said for the dogs. Yet, the dogs seem to handle the conflict and get over it. Why can't we?
That's all she wrote. Roe
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Dog Park Du Jour..Kahlua and Cream
Hello,
Kahlua and Cream...add a shot of vodka and that is a White Russian... WR was the favorite drink of the official Dude, El Duderino, His Dudeness, The Duder...whatever. I think The Dude's attitude is alive and well and dp. I think the Dude would fit in just swell. Wouldn't it be great to name a dog, "Dude". Everytime you called his name many heads would turn. Just a thought.
Kahlua is the spitting image of BoBo. BoBo and Kahlua were hanging at the pool in dp today. Kahlua, another pretty husky, was having his way with Murphy the Golden today. There was a fair amount of barking and Angus, of course, would not give up the toy.
I've heard that a friend of a friend of one of the Humans made a pass at 4:30 AM last Saturday morning. Well, he was in for a surprise because the lady, or lady of the night, or in this case the man/woman of the night; The lady in question was a question of a lady??? The dude was shocked and freaked out. But, when you hit on a lady at 4:30 in the morning on a Chicago street, WTF do you expect? Moral of the story is you can't judge a book by its cover, these days, anyway.
There was another doggie today who I promised to write about. My mind is getting like a sieve because I recall wanting to write about this special pooch, and cannot think of any of it. But the dog in question was a rescue from Paws. Cute little thing that I cannot pull up to my mind's eye. I am having writer's block or at least momentary pup block. It will come back to me.
The recession is slogging on, but people are dealing with it. I have heard of dog walking Census Takers. I have heard of Traders' Gone Wild tapes...(do they still make tapes???)
Word has it from Bill, Human to Liza (say Lie-zah) informed us that the park expansion is under
at the hands of an architect. It will take probably at least through the summer. But, since this is a beauracratic thing, who knows.
Back to Bill and Liza (Lie-zah) could be an interspecies Henry Higgins and Liza Doolittle. Liza is an Airdale cutie of about 4 years old. She is a bit of a princess and is in need, I am told, of a good hair conditioner due to an unfortunate case of split ends. I have heard that split ends is sufficient reason to break up with a girl. This from the perenniel bachelor...for whom anyone with a condition more serious than a hang nail, is sufficient to run from. Ah....to be single again. Or at least on the market.
I am told, also, that some people who live in Lincoln Park find that anything further than a short cab ride is a geographically challenged person. I think our society has gotten rather elite. I am always amazed when I am at the airport and someone is complaining about being delayed an hour. I think...wow, let's try this in a Canestoga Wagon. I once sat next to a man on a flight to or from somewhere told me about his grandmother. His family was in Portland, Oregon. His grandmother had arrived in Oregon over the Oregon Trail and in 1887. She lived long enough to take a jet (707) from Portland to NYC in a 6 hour flight. Her trip over the Oregon Trail took 9 months. So, when you feel like complaining...get a grip.
That's all she wrote. Roe
Kahlua and Cream...add a shot of vodka and that is a White Russian... WR was the favorite drink of the official Dude, El Duderino, His Dudeness, The Duder...whatever. I think The Dude's attitude is alive and well and dp. I think the Dude would fit in just swell. Wouldn't it be great to name a dog, "Dude". Everytime you called his name many heads would turn. Just a thought.
Kahlua is the spitting image of BoBo. BoBo and Kahlua were hanging at the pool in dp today. Kahlua, another pretty husky, was having his way with Murphy the Golden today. There was a fair amount of barking and Angus, of course, would not give up the toy.
I've heard that a friend of a friend of one of the Humans made a pass at 4:30 AM last Saturday morning. Well, he was in for a surprise because the lady, or lady of the night, or in this case the man/woman of the night; The lady in question was a question of a lady??? The dude was shocked and freaked out. But, when you hit on a lady at 4:30 in the morning on a Chicago street, WTF do you expect? Moral of the story is you can't judge a book by its cover, these days, anyway.
There was another doggie today who I promised to write about. My mind is getting like a sieve because I recall wanting to write about this special pooch, and cannot think of any of it. But the dog in question was a rescue from Paws. Cute little thing that I cannot pull up to my mind's eye. I am having writer's block or at least momentary pup block. It will come back to me.
The recession is slogging on, but people are dealing with it. I have heard of dog walking Census Takers. I have heard of Traders' Gone Wild tapes...(do they still make tapes???)
Word has it from Bill, Human to Liza (say Lie-zah) informed us that the park expansion is under
at the hands of an architect. It will take probably at least through the summer. But, since this is a beauracratic thing, who knows.
Back to Bill and Liza (Lie-zah) could be an interspecies Henry Higgins and Liza Doolittle. Liza is an Airdale cutie of about 4 years old. She is a bit of a princess and is in need, I am told, of a good hair conditioner due to an unfortunate case of split ends. I have heard that split ends is sufficient reason to break up with a girl. This from the perenniel bachelor...for whom anyone with a condition more serious than a hang nail, is sufficient to run from. Ah....to be single again. Or at least on the market.
I am told, also, that some people who live in Lincoln Park find that anything further than a short cab ride is a geographically challenged person. I think our society has gotten rather elite. I am always amazed when I am at the airport and someone is complaining about being delayed an hour. I think...wow, let's try this in a Canestoga Wagon. I once sat next to a man on a flight to or from somewhere told me about his grandmother. His family was in Portland, Oregon. His grandmother had arrived in Oregon over the Oregon Trail and in 1887. She lived long enough to take a jet (707) from Portland to NYC in a 6 hour flight. Her trip over the Oregon Trail took 9 months. So, when you feel like complaining...get a grip.
That's all she wrote. Roe
Monday, June 14, 2010
DAILY SQUEE...A FUN WEB SITE FOR DOGS
Hi Y'all.
I was surfing tonight and found a fun site: www.dailysquee.com
This site is about animals...but they put cats first. But, fortunately, there is a tab for dogs. I thought I would never get through the viral cat dander. Jordan breathed a sigh of relief, too.
No asthma for me tonight.
So, today at dog park was rather uneventful. It was kind of cool weather wise that is. I did see the human for Mack and Lizzie from a distance. It was nice to be noticed. I stood outside of the fence because I was wearing office clothing.
I have a recommendation for Fabreeze, Pet Odor control.... it is really good stuff!
My car had suffered the fate of too much of my dog in the back seat. It now no longer smells like a barn. This is good. My dog agrees too.
So, what else is new? Since I have started this blog, I have noticed that people do not speak as openly to me. I promise not to give anyone a hard time....so, feel free, or not...whatever.
So, I am heading off to walk the pup for the last time tonight.
That's all she wrote. Roe
I was surfing tonight and found a fun site: www.dailysquee.com
This site is about animals...but they put cats first. But, fortunately, there is a tab for dogs. I thought I would never get through the viral cat dander. Jordan breathed a sigh of relief, too.
No asthma for me tonight.
So, today at dog park was rather uneventful. It was kind of cool weather wise that is. I did see the human for Mack and Lizzie from a distance. It was nice to be noticed. I stood outside of the fence because I was wearing office clothing.
I have a recommendation for Fabreeze, Pet Odor control.... it is really good stuff!
My car had suffered the fate of too much of my dog in the back seat. It now no longer smells like a barn. This is good. My dog agrees too.
So, what else is new? Since I have started this blog, I have noticed that people do not speak as openly to me. I promise not to give anyone a hard time....so, feel free, or not...whatever.
So, I am heading off to walk the pup for the last time tonight.
That's all she wrote. Roe
Sunday, June 13, 2010
GIADA, BAUER, FINDLAY AND GOOSE'S SECRET
Hello,
It was a bit rainy this afternoon at dp. But, there were a fair amount of frolicking going on in the puppy-land. The three pups: Bauer, a sweet, if precocious 5 month old Black Lab pup was giving Findlay, the 7 month old Golden, a real hard time. It seems that Bauer knows how to go for the dangling ear and other points of sensitivity. Findlay laid down and submitted to the feisty little lab-boy. Bauer is a replica of Burly (no "e") who is Goose' brother. Goose's secret...well, did you know what the secret is? Well, it is "How Goose Lost His Manhood, or How Oprah Wields Her Knife". We have it on reliable information that Oprah can be a bit of a "b" word. I have heard this from numerous sources.
Goose who can be a naughty boy was on good behavior today. His human was pleased and he was ever interesting to watch. Goose is from English Lab stock. That means he is lower to the ground and built sturdy. The other English Lab at dp these days is Frank. Aka, Frank the tank, there is too, a Tank to thank not spank.
Giada, a pretty Yellow Lab pup of 5 months, had a run in the something at her doggie day care which put her out of commission for awhile. But this pretty faced sweet thing is bouncing back and now having a great time with the others in the pack. Giada got her name from Giada Di Laurentis, the TV chef. Giada's humans are quite addicted to that show. Me, I preferr Molto Mario., but I could be wrong.
I was noticing how the "regulars' (both Humans and Canines) watch over other peoples' dogs and pet them all. Feels like we are at a suburban soccer game with dogs instead of 11 year old kids.
You often see dp virgins....one recently told me that she had bought her dog at a breeder at age three weeks. No that is not a typo. Her explanation was that the mother had a litter of ten, I think pit mixes, and the mother rejected the pups. The "breeder" then had to get rid of the pups. The human told me that her pup was the last to find a home....at age three weeks. Wow. But, she is a sweet dog and her human fed her with baby formula. Dedication. Too bad the "breeder" wasn't as dedicated, though they did find homes for the pups, albeit, way too early.
Remember that tomorrow, June 14th is Flag Day.
That's all she wrote. Roe
It was a bit rainy this afternoon at dp. But, there were a fair amount of frolicking going on in the puppy-land. The three pups: Bauer, a sweet, if precocious 5 month old Black Lab pup was giving Findlay, the 7 month old Golden, a real hard time. It seems that Bauer knows how to go for the dangling ear and other points of sensitivity. Findlay laid down and submitted to the feisty little lab-boy. Bauer is a replica of Burly (no "e") who is Goose' brother. Goose's secret...well, did you know what the secret is? Well, it is "How Goose Lost His Manhood, or How Oprah Wields Her Knife". We have it on reliable information that Oprah can be a bit of a "b" word. I have heard this from numerous sources.
Goose who can be a naughty boy was on good behavior today. His human was pleased and he was ever interesting to watch. Goose is from English Lab stock. That means he is lower to the ground and built sturdy. The other English Lab at dp these days is Frank. Aka, Frank the tank, there is too, a Tank to thank not spank.
Giada, a pretty Yellow Lab pup of 5 months, had a run in the something at her doggie day care which put her out of commission for awhile. But this pretty faced sweet thing is bouncing back and now having a great time with the others in the pack. Giada got her name from Giada Di Laurentis, the TV chef. Giada's humans are quite addicted to that show. Me, I preferr Molto Mario., but I could be wrong.
I was noticing how the "regulars' (both Humans and Canines) watch over other peoples' dogs and pet them all. Feels like we are at a suburban soccer game with dogs instead of 11 year old kids.
You often see dp virgins....one recently told me that she had bought her dog at a breeder at age three weeks. No that is not a typo. Her explanation was that the mother had a litter of ten, I think pit mixes, and the mother rejected the pups. The "breeder" then had to get rid of the pups. The human told me that her pup was the last to find a home....at age three weeks. Wow. But, she is a sweet dog and her human fed her with baby formula. Dedication. Too bad the "breeder" wasn't as dedicated, though they did find homes for the pups, albeit, way too early.
Remember that tomorrow, June 14th is Flag Day.
That's all she wrote. Roe
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