“Cause you’re the joke of the neighborhood…Why should you care if you’re feeling good…Take the long way home,” SUPERTRAMP. (1ST concert Mother went to in the summer of 1979, Lansdowne Park, Ottawa.)
I feel sort of sorry for some People. So does Mom and we try to help out with assistance and kind gestures. Stuff like going to the store and running errands for those who can’t because they are disabled or weak, sharing what we have to eat even when our pantry is low down too, encouraging and empathizing with the distressed and lonely. In general, she tries to be a nice Neighbor. Might not seem so, but such deeds and positive actions are heavy burdens for the Good to bear. Like so many of U People, my Mother is a sole provider and is responsible for taking care of her own needs and must be careful to avoid forming 1-way dependency relationships, cause quite frankly she has her “OWN SHIT TO DO”!
Staying on track is not as easy as wavering off in endless directions and there are so many distractions and enticing temptations abound. I should know. I’m a Dog; don’t u know? We Canines can’t resist a detour now and then, (even the well trained who walk the straight and narrow on a daily basis). As for me, I’ve always been the type to pull and tug 1 way then the other sniffing and a pissing as I walk on by. Drives Mamma nuts! Always has. And if you dare to release me from the lease I’ll take a dash in a flash; even now at a grand 98 human years (according to the 7×1 rule), and slow as old Poky. All I want is to take the long home!
By the way, of course I realize that I spelled heal incorrectly in the title of this tail. The moral of the following story is to pay attention to your instincts and slow down People!
Mom made 6 cheese biscuits and was going to post a picture of 1 on Facebook just for the heck of it, but gave 2 to a neighbor, 1 to another, then we ate the rest so that’s that! The fact that she is capable of baking is a bit of a miracle cause she had a wicked tumble 3 weeks ago exactly and fractured her elbow, the radial neck to be precise, and hasn’t been able to cook, cut, or mix much in the kitchen since. Continue reading “A Dog’s Eye View – Time does Heel!”
Speaking of Polar Bears! Heard the bad news on 680 News Toronto just now. The bears who live in the Arctic are losing weight, cause of climate change which is making it harder for them to navigate warming waters, shifting landscape and thinning ice; tragically shrinking their hunting grounds. Mom’s a bit of a news fiend although lately with serial killers at hand and children chained in filthy conditions by their own parents and so much more horrific tails , she’s questioning her need to know.
Continue reading “A Dog’s Eye View – Speaking of”
Hello again. I know I said I would continue our chat about what’s in a name, but that was a month ago and I’m keen to digress. It’s January 2018! Past my prime, “one day closer to death” as per Pink Floyd, still running fast when roused. Yesterday the Doomsday Clock was moved 30 seconds ahead, to stand teetering on the edge of the end. A nuclear apocalypse. Sounds a bit extreme, but current political climate renders it conceivable.
Continue reading “A Dog’s Eye View – Think On’T”
“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”(Romeo & Juliet, Shakespeare)
That’s my homeless friend Joseph! Let me introduce myself. The name is Keeba. Big Sister bestowed it when she chose me out of all other puppies at the busy pet store in Fairview Mall near where Mom and Sis used to live back in the year 2004. I’ll never forget that day! Continue reading “A Dog’s Eye View – What’s in a Name?”