November 21, 2003
Life is like a sailboat. The wind blows you places you never intended to go.
I spent some time reading my archives today. This blog has changed a lot since the day I started it.
I didn't know what I was doing when I began and I STILL don't know what I'm doing today. I just write and I believe that I do my best blogging when I stick to the basics and don't try to copy anyone else. I don't market my blog. I don't go out of my way to attract visitors or links. I simply cram lots of notes in bottles and throw them into the ocean every day.
People find those things and they like them. I am pleased by that fact. I never wanted to be an unread blogger. But who finds me and when they do all depends on the wind.
I have my son this weekend and we're going to adopt a puppy. I'll allow Quinton to pick out the one he wants (with certain fatherly restrictions) and we'll bring the little sucker home and love all over him. Quinton will go back to his mama's house at 6:00 on Sunday and I'll be stuck with the dog. That's okay.
I WANT a dog.
I want a lot more than I have now. I'm not talking about material things, because I have more of those than I know what to do with. I want a dog who loves me and believes that he's taking care of ME, even though I feed and water him every day. I want a dog who wags his tail when he sees me and barks at strangers. I want a dog who loves Quinton as much as I do.
I want a companion.
I would try for a woman, but they are not nearly as reliable as a dog. I trust a dog that loves me.
A dog never broke my heart.
Dogs don't break hearts, except when they die.
If you have a Big Lots store near you, they have dog beds for $14, plus a great assortment of chew toys - much cheaper than anyplace else I've found. My dog Boomer loves his toys....I keep them in a basket and he'll go over to it and nose through it till he finds one that strikes his fancy at the moment.
He also had an odd habit, as a puppy, of dumping over his water dish. I always thought it was accidental until I watched him get a drink one day and then paw at the bowl until it flipped over while he watched it. I swear if he had to ability to laugh, I would have heard it. I found a bowl that is specifically designed to be tip-proof, so we took care of that little quirk.
His other funny habit is that whenever I let him in from the garage (his acess to the yard is from there) or when I come home, he looks around and finds something - anything - to pick up and bring to me. It could be a stick, a leaf, a piece of paper....even a sock; he will be wagging like mad searching till he grabs something and then he comes up to me, all full of pride and love and joy at seeing me again.
He doesn't know it, but he's getting 'tutored' Monday. Hopefully, this will prevent him from taking off - he spent one night at a kind stranger's house a couple of weeks ago, and yesterday I bailed him out of the pound because he charged the door after a cat. Once he's recovered, I'm enrolling him in obedience classes. He's very, very smart but I don't have the control over him that is necessary for his safety and my peace of mind!
Some of us women are just as reliable as any canine . . just keep looking.
Good. I'm glad you're getting a dog. Get him truck trained and you'll have a great companion all the time.
"If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you. This is the principal difference between a dog and a man."
You kinda remind me of my neighbor. He's a handyman who has been through about three different women since he moved to my neighborhood about eight years ago, but he's only had one dog, and he'll be absolutely crushed when she dies.
That's why I prefer cats: when they finally go, they don't break your heart in quite the same way dogs do because they're always so independent. A dog needs you; a cat chooses to be with you.
Get a Newfoundland. Preferably a black male. Never was there a creature so sweet-natured or loyal.
Similar to what you say about life being like a sailboat, I say that life is like being on the ocean near the shore in high surf. If you spend your time trying to fight the waves, you just wipe out all the time and get beaten up. If you surf on the waves you may not get where you want to go, but at least you're getting somewhere, and you're looking damn good doing it...
Dennis Miller had a funny quote one time about life being like a sailboat. He said:
"Life is a lot like a sailboat. Money is the wind, and with enough of it, you can get blown just about anywhere."
Read a couple of essays in Vicki Hearne's _Adam's Task: Calling Animals by Name_. The essay on Washoe, and the essay ``How To Say Fetch!''
First, they are right up your alley; second, you will wind up with a super dog.
Get a rottweiler. I had two growing up as a lad, best companions in the world.
I heartily endorse the Newfoundland suggestion. And with your housekeeping 'standards' the hair and drool shouldn't be to much of a problem.
They are the most extraordinary dogs with kids.
Not sure how well one would handle the Georgia heat & humidity though.
Newfies and Rotts are cool . . .
But there are two dogs that are super-master sensitive . . .
West Highland White Terriers, and Australian Shepherds. I got one of each . . .
Best pieces of dogmeat God ever created. I just snap my fingers and point--so trainable!
Being a sailor, and having lived aboard ship for over four years now, I think I need to correct a bit of a misuse of the sailing allegory.
Sailboats are not blown about by the wind, willy-nilly style. A sailboat goes where her captain wishes. Upwind, one tacks, or beats into the wind. Other points of wind may be a broad reach, beam reach or a downwind run. (and other nautical terms, matey)
All courses are steered by the compass, and set by the rudder and the trim of the sails.
Sailing disasters, such as being blown-down onto a lee shore, dismasting and the like are most often caused by faulty navigation, crappy maintenence, or outright lack of planning. This much, at least, IS more analogous to life's speed bumps, I think.
Hot air balloons would be a better example of things merely set adrift.
On the cainine front, I did have a live-aboard neighbor who had a Black Male Newfoundland and a Calico Cat on her 30 footer. If anything, Galveston Bay is more humid and damn sure hotter on average than Georgia. The dog did just fine.
That dog loved that cat, too. Quite the pair.
For the interim though, you can sorta split the difference. Just hang with a red-toenailed woman who likes it doggie style. *evil grin*
Sloop New Dawn
Back in 99 I lost a lot of things...My family. I got my house and the family dog that was getting very old. I couldn't bare to lose another thing. One friday eve I went out to feed her "Sandy" and got this incredible feeling that it was her time to go. I couldn't bear to lose another thing so I packed her up and took her to my family acreage in the Ozarks. On Monday, she died. My brother creamated her with our timber and I made a ceramic marker in my Mom's pottery studio and we spread her ashes under a tree.I love dogs but just haven't had the courage to get another one.Hope you find a great Mutt and think of a great name. I think I'd name my new dog Hope. I hope to have a family unit again and a dog just rounds it off.I wish companionship to everyone in this Universe.
A Newfie in Savannah? Not fair to the dog!
I'm with JB. The Australian Sheperd or maybe a Lab would be nice additions to the family.
We're going to get a mutt who needs a good home. He needs no bona-fides to live with me.
He simply needs to learn to shit and piss outdoors. If I can teach him that, we'll be fine, no matter what he looks like.
A solved puzzle is just a picture.
Reality is not affected by our apprehension of it.
Nature is not anthropomorphic.
I dont know what to say, but i likeed it.
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