You freaks are awesome. I had several people write and ask me where the hell I’ve been for the past two weeks. I apologize. I had to be selfish and shut everything off so I could get caught up on school work. I was getting so far behind that my stress level was starting to affect my role as a cool, calm pack leader. Kaye, one of my most faithful readers, sent me the funniest message this morning:
“Blackout. The word used by NASA for the loss of communication between astronauts and the base when the ship is reentering Earth’s atmosphere. It is also the silence from the Farnival these past two weeks. ‘Will the command module survive the intense heat of reentry? If it doesn’t, there’ll be only silence. About all any of us can do now is listen and hope.’- Ah, Apollo 13…one of my favorite movies. I miss your blog!”
I assured Kaye all is well. In fact, things are really good. I sent in all those pages for my deadline this morning. I’ll be posting about my pack and foster dogs starting tomorrow 🙂 As always, I’m so blown away by the amount of people that care about these mutts. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Since the temperatures have been above 100 degrees on a daily basis, the dogs have spent less time wrestling in the mosh pit and more time chewing on sticks. Hey, as long as they aren’t hunting frogs, then I’m okay with it.
Hi y’all: I’m so sorry about the lack of posts. Unfortunately I won’t be posting a lot during the upcoming week either. I’m in the middle of a summertime traveling spurt. I worked at a NHRA Drag Race in Denver last weekend, and this Saturday I’m going on a much-needed vacation to the Northwestern U.S. Mason and I try to visit the California Redwoods, then drive up the Oregon Coast once a year. That part of the U.S. is our version of Disneyland. Click here for more about our trip last year.
Even though I haven’t been updating, I have a boatload to tell everybody, so I’m working on a few posts to scatter over the next couple days. I have HUGE news about Dawn but it’s going to take a while to compose my thoughts, so I’m making you wait for it. It’s good. I promise. On the other hand, I’m also writing a post about Bee, who didn’t get adopted last week and has some aggression issues. Plus, I’ll do an update on Shady, who is a bundle of joy but still pooping on the couch. Last but definitely not least, I’ll post a photo essay from the mosh pit starring Shady, Adriana, and Bee.
In the meantime, what’s up with Bee Lou’s ears? This lopsided look is becoming more and more common:
Last week, I had a hard time reading (and writing) about animals. With Dessie dying, it was just too much. I’d close any Internet page with dog stories and shelved a memoir I started about Barney, a lab-rott mutt. Finally, last night, I dove back into Short Leash: A Memoir of Dog Walking and Deliverance. I didn’t put it down until I finished. It’s a story about a woman that rediscovers her world (and self) because of daily walks with Barney. I’m telling y’all, walking dogs is medicine for the soul, and Gary proves it in her compelling story.
I have to warn you, I cried reading this book. But it wasn’t bad crying. It was the kind that comes from finding someone who understands exactly how you feel. When Barney reaches that last stage of life, Janice Gary writes, “I want to breathe him in, fill myself to the core with all he is and all he has been so when the time comes that my hand reaches out to him, and he’s not there, I’ll still have something to hold on to.” Shit. I lose it every time I read that sentence. I can’t tell you how many times during Dessie’s last few days I stuck my face in her shaggy fur and inhaled.
If you like reading about animals, Short Leash: A Memoir of Dog Walking and Deliverance is worth every word.
Bee loves water and she loves mud. When she finds them together, she can’t resist. Speaking of which, Bee has a meet and greet on Sunday and her potential new family lives on a farm. Sounds perfect 🙂
In case you are just tuning in, a few months ago, I interviewed dog behaviorist Todd Langston. His interview provided so many pearls of wisdom about canine behavior that I decided to turn his advice into multiple posts called Lessons From Langston. To catch up, click here.
In this lesson, we talk about animal instinct. I cringe every time I hear Todd’s answer about whether dogs feel human emotions or not. I’m one of those suckers that wants to believe they do, yet I’m fully aware they don’t.
Have a great holiday weekend. I should be home with my pack 🙂 and blogging again by early next week. I have some news about Lucy, but I’m going to make you wait for it…it’s big.
Do you think dogs feel emotions like we do?
“Dogs are objective animals. They are instinctive creatures that are operating more on instinctive reactions. It’s not that they aren’t thoughtful and emotional, but when all these people insist that dog’s feel love and shit, they want something really bad to exist that doesn’t really exist in the way that they want it to. Dogs don’t love the way humans do.
I give this example. If you want to understand love to an animal world, here it is: I think lions are infinitely smarter than dogs. I think big cats are awesome, and I think a lion would outwit a dog any day of the week. But in the wild, a male lion will come in and kill and eat a mother’s cubs. And then a few weeks later [she’ll] mate with that lion and that becomes her new baby daddy. Ok, so that’s normal instinctive behavior for a lot of wild animals. And humans want to insist that animals feel like us. And I understand it. I get it. But do they?”