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It is A Dog’s Life


A Walk with two dogs on a snowy winter day.  Our dog Macadew is like a gazelle leaping through the woods.  On this snowy day, I brought my iPhone and because I know him so well, was able to capture him at some precise moments when his spirit was soaring throughout  his universe.

Moby is happy to come along and he meanders much more slowly…I may have mentioned my husband’s theme song for him.  It is all most like Moby walks to the tune:  Zippity, Do Dah; Zippity Day…I’m so happy, things are going my way.

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my random Headlines from 2016

1. Cream of wheat and Grits are the same thing!

2. Acupuncture works …not every solution has a Western paradigm.

3. RIP David Bowie: How long and what to do with the time?

4. Complaining in the ER almost guaranteed to increase wait time

5. Cure for Facebook Addiction…a Twilight Zone that ends well

6. If you have an industrial fan in your office, create something. (See below)

7. There is nothing you can do…the zeitgeist of our time becomes a self-fulfilling prophesy

8. Florence Foster Jenkins … an uncommon kind of hero

9. Jennifer Aniston and I agree: husband and dogs-great companions!

10. Everything changed in November…the election required critical thinking not multiple choice…Giving new meaning to Only the educated are free! and the systemic problems w/ educating to the test at the expense of thinking.  (I taught for 20 years, ages 6 to 80, my experience informa my statements.)

Happy New Year and Shout out to Radames Perez, May the Force Be with You Everyone!

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from industrial fan to fashion statement

Me and my dog Moby, a Dear Abby question

Dear Abby,

Me and Moby, our American pit bull mix, have been friends now for 5 years.  Everyone loves Moby…he is adorable and he loves to be loved.  We nick named him Mobile and sometimes sing to him:  “I’m a wanderer, I’m a wanderer and  I love to roam around” or “Going Mobile” because when my husband and I are working around the house, he just follows us from room to room and then stops where we stop and sits patiently waiting and watching us.  When making dinner or doing the dishes, he is the best little companion ever.

Moby has a brother, Macadew, who has a different agenda in life and also dominates over Moby.  Macadew, too, is a love if you are on his good side but, one does not want to be on the wrong side of his canines.  He is a hunter… he leaps and bounds through the yard and woods, always on a hunt. When inside, each picture window provides  him with hours of mesmerization as he studies the surroundings for a movement…the hunt for the barn cat or the rabbit is his life’s directive.  After his job is done, Macadew simply rests with us and cuddles.
Back to Moby.  So all is good at the homestead until…my husband leaves the vicinity.  Moby, perhaps wandering or sleeping in front of the woodstove, hears the door creak.  His head rises, he stares blankly waiting, ears listening…I hear him thinking…is he leaving?  Rad says, See you later and shuts the door.  Moby lifts his head up and his body comes right over to me.  First, he wants me to pet him.  Easy enough, but then when I stop, he puts his right foot on me to engage me.  

After that, I have to get my weapon, a squirt bottle, because if I don’t, all 86 pounds of him tries to get up into my lap and will not take no for an answer.  I rarely have to use my weapon, because Moby doesn’t like to get wet, and so he backs off.  But that is when round two starts, Moby starts his own pacing and hunting. 

 Back and forth through the house looking for cruched up paper towels to grab… he places his front paws on the kitchen island or table examining the surface for the scrunched paper towel and if not finding one, a magazine or piece of paper.  He proceeds then, to strategize how to get the object and as he stealthly calculates…I get up to beat him to it.  

I then try to return to my book or whatever I am working on, but he aint having it.  Pacing continues back and forth until he finds something and scampers into Macaedew’s cage to rip it apart, or I apprehend him before he gets there.  I then unlock the jaws and retrieve the item.  Or Moby makes it in to the crate and I have to follow to retrieve the item before, it is devoured.

Abby, what can be done, how can we end this dance.  Me and Mobs are both getting grey…I know he loves this game but it is wearing on me.  Please advise…I need an intervention:-)