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