On One Particularly Beautiful Day

A beautiful day in the neighborhood. A good day to do just about anything.

Beginning with a long walk along the bay, watching fish jump for entertainment. Or, whatever fish jumped for–catching prey, impressing fish of the opposite sex–who knew?

Breaking for witty banter with some of the neighbors. Wasn’t traffic near the newly-opened amusement park beginning to snarl?

The pooches had a friendly get-together. There were no canine disagreements. What kind of dog was a Feist? Nobody
knew exactly.

“It was a small hunting dog.” “It was the same as a rat terrier?” “A Jack Russell?” “Must have been from Germany–the name sounded Germanic.”

Business was closed without any new business. The consensus was to wait-and-see on the Feist dog. One of the neighbors was acquiring a new pup.

I’ll Take the Fifth (Of July)

For selfish reasons–I’m glad the Fourth of July is over. Last night, fireworks explosions carried on, till almost midnight.

Max scratched on the bedroom door, to get out, till it was over. There wasn’t anywhere else to go. Why couldn’t he rationalize the same as humans? “Max, settle down, go to sleep.” My spouse slept through all of it.

All five dogs were affected to some degree. Great-grand-dog Dexter, Greta, Bogart, my grand-dogs, and Max and Maggie, hung out in the basement till bedtime.

I don’t begrudge anyone’s Fourth of July festivities. From this pet owner’s perspective–I’m glad it’s over.

Vacation Update

Still away from home base. Visited family in NW Ohio and scratched visiting the Air Force Museum off my bucket list.

Don’t very often take time to read books. Reading a book, given to me by my brother, about dogs and their special relationships with humans.

“Always By My Side” by Edward Grinnan, is a good read. The gist of it, we humans can learn a lot about ourselves from our canine companions.

Moving Ahead

Getting ready for a trip out of town. It’s supposed to rain as much as ten inches in the next three days because of a tropical weather system.

That’s making for additional preparations. Should I take umbrellas, rain ponchos? A towel to dry off our two mutts that always travel with us? All of these will be likely be taken.

A new pet barrier was installed between the two front seats in the car. Our dogs are too big to be lap dogs while driving. Maggie will probably still poke her nose behind it–as she tends to get bored easily.

Hoping the rain slacks off as we head northward. Some cooler weather, would also be nice.

My “To-Do” List For Today

What to do today?  There’s a disparity between what should be done and what will actually get done–like always.

My big brother’s 70th birthday is upcoming on May 26th.  This is indeed a milestone for my precocious older brother.  He was blessed with the gift of gab that I never had.

Yesterday, was the dogs annual check up.  I need to clean out the car, reconfigure it for human passengers.  It’s always a fun experience.

I was chided by the Vet for passing out too many dog treats.  Max’s fun car ride ended, when he saw we were outside the Vet’s office.  He kept trying to jump back in the car.

Were the car windows ever dirty on the inside from nose and paw prints.  The windows got an thorough cleaning inside and out.  Just in time for my wife to make a trip to the grocery.

What Sisters Were For

Max is now seven.  He’s gotten a bit chunky, has slowed down; grunts when he rises or lays down.  A characteristic he adopted from his daddy.  Maggie, his canine sibling, is six–shows no signs of slowing down.  She goads him until he plays or grooms her.

Every morning we go for a walk.  Max isn’t as eager to go–especially in warmer weather.  Maggie is relentless, “C’mon brother, get up–it’ll be fun!”  She nudges-finally lays down beside him and rolls him over.

Max grunts, accented by intermittent snoring, “Let me sleep, please.”

He relents and out the front door we go.  Max rebels, the only way he knows how.  At the end of the driveway, he stops, sniffs the air; turns around.  “OK, I’m done, take me back to the house.”

When Maggie and I return, Max is once again ready to go.  So, I take him on a shorter walk, as time permits.  Maggie did her job by pestering her somewhat laggard older brother.  She’s mean to Max, but he still loves her.

RIP: J. Geils & Lots of Miscellaneous

I really didn’t care what his full given name was at the time.  It seemed odd that most media outlets mentioned popularity of his namesake band–only in the eighties.

For it was earlier, in the seventies that I was turned on, in a big way to this R & B, almost reggae–couldn’t sit still, hard-hitting, made me want to dance, band.

Give credit where credit’s due, but do yourselves a favor and check out “Those Bad Boys from Boston’s” “Live” Full House album from 1972.  You won’t regret it.  Still sounded good today.  Although listening as a 68 year old, it didn’t do my hearing and tinnitus any favors.

Other music news:  Bob Dylan’s hasn’t gone away–he finally stepped up and accepted his Nobel Peace Prize.

My two dogs are pouting because it’s flea and heartworm treatment day; medications administrated by yours truly.  In two hours all will be forgiven and forgotten.

When you’re trying to fake a vacation–too many people, I’ve observed, take work with them.  They never relax.

Good ways to waste time:  Whoever it is, stop sending me spam.  I don’t need any help in this department.

Great malls of the people:  Shopping malls all over the country are being boarded up.  Over expansion, and too much competition from the likes of Amazon.

I’ve always wanted to say this to someone consuming a bloody rare steak, but thought the better of it.  “Trust the autopsy is going well?”

Advice, I wish someone would have given me.  “Some day this won’t be enough.  Then it may be too late.”

Thick-headed as they came.  Aloof at the six-o’clock news.  This is Warren Burrows, reporting from somewhere in West Dictatorial, Africa.**

Still to come:  Rockabilly Rubik’s Cubes?  Could be the latest thing?

Masters of hype exercised their “nuclear options” again, with more comparisons to Hitler.  Comparing Abe Lincoln to Hitler?  I’m a pretty nice guy, compared to Hitler.  Knock it off with the Hitler comparisons.

My jury duty obligation has ended.  I was a “bridesmaid, not a bride”–as I was not selected for a trial.

Someone took umbrage with a post I made on another forum this week.  I thought the post was extremely innocuous.  They were more interested in picking a fight, than disagreeing with me.  I didn’t take the bait–as much as I wanted to call them out for their ignorance.

 

 

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**There was no implication that the continent of Africa, was superior or inferior to any of the other seven continents.  Forms of government, or even countries without forms of government, vary throughout the world.  Different strokes for different folks.  Thick-headed” journalistic references were fictional, and not intended to impugn, or do harm.