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
Monday, September 20, 2010
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
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