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Shepherding in a New Leash on Life, Without Paws
SLIGHTLY OFF THE MARK
“No.”
I love dogs. But I also love helicopters, and I didn’t want to spend the time or money for one of those, either.
But at the moment Emily spends a lot of time at home without me, and she wanted some company. We’ve both had pets most of our lives; there’s nothing like a loving dog to bring a little brightness into your life, along with vet bills and various forms of bodily waste.
She does have her snake, Lucius, but have you ever tried taking a snake for a walk? A collar won’t even stay on those things. Also, when a dog starts cuddling you, there’s rarely a worry that it’s thinking “One squeeze and you’re dinner”.
After awhile Emily started giving me gentle little hints, such as sending me photos of sad-faced dogs with the caption “If they’re not adopted, they’ll die!” I’d send her back photos of our bank balance sheet.
Finally, despite all my manly attempts to avoid it, we sat down and had a conversation. We agreed that if we got a dog it would have to be something medium sized, like a collie or large beagle. I hate those little ankle biters who bark like they’re breathing helium. I’ve always had large dogs like German shepherds, but we wanted this to be an indoor dog, and getting a big one in our house would be like turning Godzilla loose in downtown Fort Wayne.
Soon Emily found a photo of a shelter/rescue pet on petfinder.com: a part shepherd mix, adult, already partially trained, brought in a month before after it strayed or was dumped by some former owner. (By the way, “rescue” means the human rescues it, not that the dog goes searching for you with a thermos of brandy. Not that I have a problem with that.)
The vet who had the dog named him Goliath, apparently a joke since, in the photo, Goliath looked nice and medium sized. Just what we needed.
I’ve never adopted a dog from outside Noble County; my pets usually turn up at the door all by themselves. The application was more detailed than most job applications I’ve filled out. References? My driver’s license? Blood type?!
What arrangements have you made in case you become incapable of taking care of your pet?
Um, I’ll let him eat my body? I’ve put on a few pounds, that should keep him awhile.
Why do you want to adopt this pet?
That one gave me pause. My answer to questions like that is usually the same one that enrages parents and kids alike: “Um … because?”
But I know why. Dogs are so much better than humans: Completely loyal, never talking about you behind your back, unconditionally loving and never holding a grudge. They’re like humans with the bad stuff taken out. If they turn on you, it’s generally because you did something bad, not because they covet your job promotion or your Elton John album collection.
We drove to a town called Warren, Indiana, and walked into the veterinarian’s office with the intention of meeting Goliath in person, to see if we bonded. I walked to the counter, looked over, and came eye to eye with the dog, who was stretched out around the vet’s office chair.
All the way around.
You see, the photo did not do justice, and it turns out the name Goliath wasn’t ironic at all.
He stalked out – causing the building to shake – knocking over chairs with his massive tail, and
looked me in the eyes with those big brown ones of his (I didn’t have to crouch down for this). I was thinking, “This dog is way bigger than what we intended.”
Do you believe in love at first sight?
Being a pet owner is like being a parent, in that if you’re a good one you have to do the work, instead of just enjoying the experience. On the way home we drove with the windows cracked, and I almost lost visibility from the fur whirlwind blowing around in the car. Although we’d already prepared for some dog, we had to stop for a fur brush, a heavy-duty collar meant for Angus bulls, and food dishes heavy enough that he wouldn’t shoot them across the room and break our ankles. Then we bought him a small
compact car to use as a chew toy.
That day I took him for a walk around town, learning he’s skittish around other dogs, and doesn’t like sirens at all. We encountered two little girls who patted his head; one murmured “he’s big”, and the other replied, “He’s big as a horse”. We’re going to get a lot of exercise, and I’d better buy a snow suit, because walks don’t stop when winter blows in.
But for all the challenges of having a pet, there are worse things in life. For instance, there’s not having one.
By the way, we didn’t want him carrying around a heavy, big sounding name like that, so we call him Bae. It’s short for Beowulf.
Larry Hagman dead at 81
R.I.P., Larry Hagman; I’ve been a
fan since “I Dream of Jeannie”, where you showed your comic timing, and on through
“Dallas”, where you perfected iconic villainy.
http://www.cnn.com/2012/11/24/us/larry-hagman-obit/index.html
Being Thankful ... Sort Of
SLIGHTLY OFF THE MARK
It’s been a
particularly challenging year, and I wonder if the main thing we should be
thankful for is that it’s almost over.
My home was
the scene of more medical mysteries than an episode of “House”, most of the
country suffered through a drought, every city whose name starts with “New” got
hit by a hurricane, the economy was a sad joke, and our politicians are too sad
to be a joke. It’s always a good idea to avoid saying things couldn’t get
worse, but surely they could be better.
On the
other hand …
Look, it’s
Thanksgiving week. You’re supposed to find things you’re thankful for, right?
Like flowering plants (which I always kill), and kittens (I’m allergic), and
bright, sunny days. (Did I mention the drought?)
But look at
it this way: My wife went through so many separate medical conditions in one
year that maybe we could get funding for a study. Surely there are federal
funds for that – there are federal funds for everything. If Washington can pay
for the study of the migration pattern of red winged Delaware tree frog larvae,
they can throw a million or so in our direction. I’ll bet my sinus infection
that there’s a department just printing out checks for that stuff.
And sure,
there was a drought, but that means most places didn’t flood. There’s still
plenty of water: It just happens to be somewhere else. With so many out of work,
why doesn’t the government train a bunch of people to lay water pipelines
across the country? Works for gas and oil.
New
Orleans? Still standing. Maybe this latest hurricane will convince officials to
finally just move the whole city: Take the whole thing, lock stock and
cemetery, and place the population somewhere safer. In other words, above sea
level.
I know what
you’re thinking: That’s a lot of taxpayer money, Mark. Yes, it is … but that
would be the last time New Orleans levees would be a problem, and when
hurricanes do hit that area, we can pipe the water to dry states.
Politics?
Well, the President’s reelection was a disaster or a blessing, depending on how
you voted. If things continue to deteriorate in this country, he’ll be there to
blame; if things get better, he’ll be there to credit. Either way, some people
are happiest when they have someone to complain about.
I guess
it’s all a half-full half-empty kind of thing, where you have to decide if you
want to spend all your time complaining about what you don’t like, or being
thankful for what you do like.
Most of us
choose to complain. Maybe the best thing about Thanksgiving is that it forces
us, just for that one day, to think about it the other way.
Then comes
Black Friday, and we can start complaining again.
To Native
Americans, Black Friday was pretty much every day after they realized the newcomers
weren’t going to play nice. And they didn’t even get a half-priced TV out of
the deal.
But even in
that there’s something to be thankful for, at least for me. If the Cherokee
people hadn’t been kicked off their land, some of them wouldn’t have escaped
into the Appalachians to avoid the Trial of Tears. If that didn’t happen, one
group of my ancestors would never have met my other group of ancestors, Irish
who also headed up into the Appalachians. To this day some of my relatives have
black hair with red strands, and a temper.
I suppose
talking about Indians isn’t the most politically correct subject when
discussing Thanksgiving, but still. Here’s what I’m thankful for:
Emily, who
married me this year and is going to do it again next year, if we can swing the
cost. Maybe we’ll make it a tradition.
My
relatives who had multiple medical troubles and came through the other side. I
mean the good living side, not the “go to the light” side.
Getting a
short story collection published; it hasn’t exactly been a best seller, but
just being published beats the odds.
Living in a
country where I can criticize the government, and face nothing more than being
unfriended on Facebook. If someone in a dark suit knocks on my door in the
middle of the night, they’re probably just the late shift passing out copies of
the Watchtower.
Reality TV,
which gives me an excuse to turn off the television and read a book.
Books.
The list
goes on and on, and does indeed include flowering plants and kittens. I may not
be able to have them in my house, but I can at least look at them … which goes
for a lot of things in life, come to think of it.
So cheer up
for a day, and give thanks for the good stuff. For instance, you may not like
winter, but at least there won’t be any campaign ads. Talk about thankful.
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short story collection -- reviewed!
My short story collection has
received its first Amazon review:
The reviewer said it was better
than 50 Shades, but not as good at Hunger Games; also that it was a worthy
gift for cousins and in-laws, but you might want to pick up Storm Chaser for parents and beloved
siblings.
You can get Storm Chaser Shorts on e-book at the websites of Amazon, Barnes
& Noble, and Whiskey Creek Press, and if you have a club account there you
can pick it up for $2.54 at Fictionwise:
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Questions for the Prez
SLIGHTLY OFF THE MARK
I assume,
since the Presidential election was so close, that President Obama understands
he doesn’t have anything that could be called a mandate for his next four
years. What he has, in fact, is a nation more divided than Dolly Parton’s
cleavage.
(And yet,
before the election was officially called, an Obama supporter said on network
news that the President did, indeed, have a mandate.)
(Wait,
Dolly Parton? Should I use a more modern well-endowed celebrity? Snooki? That
fat guy from Pawn Stars? How do I
know they’re not both using push-ups?)
(Why do I
use parenthesis so often?)
Maybe,
then, he’ll listen to me, a person who according to internet questionnaires is
a right leaning moderate. And those things are never wrong. So I’ve drawn up a
list of questions that, I hope, will make the President think about the
challenges we face, and how we can solve them using reason and common sense,
rather than partisan politics.
Stop
laughing, he’ll listen.
First of
all, while ten years ago the greatest threat to our country was the war with extremists
who hijacked the Muslim religion, that’s now fallen to second place. Third place,
if you count Congress.
Mr.
President, what will you do about our crushing federal debt? Your
Vice-President once suggested we could spend our way out of it. I do hope you
keep him in his Hannibal Lector mask when he isn’t medicated. Spending your way
out of debt is like trying to escape the Titanic by drilling a hole in the
ship’s hull.
(No, that’s
not a partisan comment: If Joe Biden turned Republican, he’d just be the same
moron with a bigger flag on his lapel.)
Taxing your
way out of this much debt is impossible. Not only that, it’s unfair to ask
anyone – even rich people, who are clearly all evil for being rich – to pay
more taxes without the government also making a real attempt to cut red ink.
The word “unsustainable” was actually invented for this situation. What will
you cut? How will you stand your ground when the special interest groups start screaming?
When Congressmen start losing their pork-barrel vote getter projects, will you
have a yardstick big enough to rap their frightened knuckles with?
On a
related note, what are you going to do about all the things the federal
government does that aren’t allowed by our Constitution? Are you going to try
to change the Law of the Land? Amend it? Ignore it? There are entire federal
departments dedicated to areas that are the responsibilities and rights of the
states, a myriad of things Washington should have never dipped its fingers
into.
If the
states kept all that money and the bean counters in Washington had to go find a
real job, would that not shrink government? And thus help control spending? And
if you’re not going to go by the Constitution, why not just use it as paper for
your little ankle biter to do his business on? (But enough about Joe Biden.)
What are
you going to do about illegal immigration? Canada hasn’t been too much trouble,
but Mexico is getting more violent than an episode of Jerry Springer. People
keep saying we can’t keep all drug runners and gangsters from crossing the
border, but why don’t we at least keep most of them out? Why are we letting
innocent people of many nations endanger their lives and become criminals in
illegal border crossings? (Yes, when you commit a crime, that makes you a
criminal. Kinda the definition.)
If we need
immigrants to do jobs citizens won’t do, why aren’t we making changes to our
immigration policy and letting more people in legally? On a related note, if
there are citizens who refuse to do jobs that are available, are we making sure
they don’t get welfare or unemployment benefits?
If we’re
not going to even try, then why not just throw the border open, make Mexico the
51st state, and save money on INS agents? (Or the 52nd
state, after Puerto Rico.)
What are
you doing to combat fraud, and make sure people don’t abuse federal benefits?
The helpless should be helped, and the hopeless given hope; but honest people
should not have to pay for dishonest people.
(No, I
don’t know a good way to tell between the two: Dude, you wanted the job.)
Why do we
have military bases in countries we defeated three quarters of a century ago?
Tempting as it is, America cannot be isolationist in a modern world; still, I
can’t help thinking World War II is pretty much over.
On another
related note, why are we sending money, arms, and even troops to countries
where governments hate us? If they want us out of there, we should leave. If
that leads to chaos, they asked for it. With our financial situation, we
shouldn’t be getting involved unless it’s part of a coordinated effort by every
nation, and they bring cookies. We have the power to be the world’s policeman,
but we don’t have the money. Whether we have the right is a whole other debate.
Back to our
second most serious problem: How are you going to handle the threat of Muslim
extremists? Despite your early efforts to make it seem otherwise, the war’s
still on and they still want to kill us. Do we kill them first? (Congrats for
offing some of them, by the way.) Try to convince moderate Islam and other governments
to help fight? Try to reason with them? (And while we’re at it, hand feed rabid
attack dogs?) Close off the borders, increase security, and wait for the next
9/11? Send them cute bunnies?
What are
you going to do to get government out of the way of private enterprise? How
will you balance reasonable regulation against job-killing government
intrusion? How will you protect individual liberties?
And can you
do something about reality television?
These are
the questions some people are asking, Mr. President. We wish the country good
luck – and you good health.
(And
that’s worth a parenthesis.)
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Veteran's Day
Veteran’s Day began as Armistice
Day, to commemorate the end of World War I – on the 11th hour of the 11th day
of the 11th month of 1918. Known as the Great War, it was also called The War
to End All Wars. We all know how that worked out.
Here’s a poem I found on the
internet, which says all there is to say about the men and women we honor:
The Bravest Man I Know
by
Amanda Whitney
The
bravest man I know.
Is a
man I've never met.
He's
a man who risks his life
To
save a friend,
Not
only to save a friend,
But
to save a nation.
Risking
his life
For
those he does not know.
Stepping
up
Leaving
loved ones behind,
So
that somewhere,
Someone
else won't have to.
He
is a man who follows orders
Even
though he knows he might die.
The
bravest man I know.
Is
the man who would rather die,
So
one more person could go home
To
see his family again.
The
man who stares death in the face,
But
never blinks.
The
bravest man I know.
Is
the man who risks his life
So
one day the world may be a better place for his children.
Or
any man who goes against his biggest fear.
DEATH
Just
to save someone he loves.
The
bravest man I know.
Is
the man who fights
So
another man can have the taste of sweet freedom.
Not
fighting only for his own benefit,
But
for many others all over the world,
Fighting
to make this world a better place.
That's
the bravest man I know.
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