Today I would like to talk about the greatness of dogs. You see, over the weekend my faithful companion for 15 years, Sophie the dog, was put to sleep. For many, a dog is a dog, but for a privileged few, a dog is so much more. Perhaps we are just awed at the unconditional love a dog can give - always happy to see you home and sad to see you go.
Sure, that love probably stems from the fact that we feed, give shelter, bathe and if you live in the city, clean up said doggie's poo. But, I really think there is a bond between dog and owner that is unparalleled. For some people, and I have met many like this, they love their dog more than people - simply because the dog can't speak, but can be spoken to ad nauseam.
For others, there is no better companion than a dog whilst on a nice stroll or just lying in the yard. Whatever the reason, when said doggie dies (I've lived long enough now to outlive two) I can't but help feeling a piece of me dies too, not to mention spawning thoughts of mortality on a grander scale. Anyway, pictured in happier times is my little Soph (b. 1991- d. January 28, 2006).
Based on today's post, let's listen to my favorite singer-songwriter/existentialist - Donovan. Here is "Sun" and "The Mandolin Man And His Secret."
The Mandolin Man And His Secret
oh, I'm so sorry. I just went through that last Oct when the mighty Shasta Blue passed on, and it crushed everyone's worlds who knew and loved him. You need to go give some luvs to the little black lab in the courtyard and I bet you'll feel a little better.
An uplifting thought: Perhaps Shasta and Sophie are circling and sniffing butts in doggie heaven as we speak.
C$, so sorry. we are already talking about cloning grady. we just got back from vacation with other couples with kids and i think they got sick of us saying we missed our dog while they have infants at home.
i told them to suck it and felt better.
Thanks Jules and Mr. Dale for your kind words. And Jules, you need to be getting that mix of yours sent out. The masses are hungry for your greatness. Feed them.
feed me, seymour.
Yeah, I know...you're right. I let my personal life interfere with my professional obligations. Don't fret...the Juju Beats are coming soon. Such pressure I put on myself! It's ridiculous...I've had it done in my head and in my ipod playlist for months now, and it's just been a matter of burning it. I'm making it worth the wait by throwing in a bonus DVD full of extras, as long as I'm actually mailing packages to everyone.
I found that it's a bigger challenge to stick to the rules and limit it to one disc. I was feeling insecure about it because it's some heavier beats than I think many bobcats are accustomed to, so I'm not sure how it will be recieved. I guess the point of the mix is not to try to be well received but to put out whatever you like.
Furthermore, I was thrown for a loop because I was planning on just putting a big picture of my face or just my eyeball on the cover, and now I'm hearing that self-glorifying photography is not creative in some anonymous people's opinions.
Except for your cover, Dr.B. That was creative.
Jules, this is your artistic expression - there is no right and wrong, so let it rip girly.
I hate cats.
But one time when we had a kitty we found on the back porch when I was a kid. It was Easter Sunday, so we named the cat "Rez" because it was the day that Jesus was ressurected. Which gives you all an idea the kind of family I was raised in. Anyway, I'm fairly sure that Rez was in fact a dog trapped in a cat's body. I would get home from school, run in the front door, only to be tackled by this cat. It wrestled, chewed on toys, and engaged in several other un-feline activities for the duration of its short life. And he was probably the best pet I ever had.
So it really broke my pre-pubescent heart when we found out he had feline leukemia and had to be put down. But at least the other cat (some bastard named Jellybean that wouldn't even let us touch her) stopped pissing on Mom and Dad's bed.
I'm hoping that one day Rez will come back to me, albeit in the form of a Boston Terrier, because I'm never getting a fucking cat again. Not with hamsters in the house.
It just hit me that "Sun" sounds like something off of Beck's "Sea Change" (??).
KW, me no likey the feline either, 'cept for Glennardo da Vinci's cat Harold. Yet, he was as you describe Rez, all cat-dog to be sure.
no love for the Chicken, wigton? for shame....
Sorry, P. Chicken don't give me love like the H. But perhaps Tuesday and I will have something special.
And Jules, everyone has been influenced by the magic bard known as Donovan.
Really hated to hear about your dog Cam. But 15 years of companionship, that's an awesome run. You can't ask for much more than that from a pet (unless, of course, you have a pet turtle). You're so right about the faithfulness of a pooch. You get a rock star reception everytime you come home. And I share your opinion about cats. I too only like the cats that act like dogs. Toby wants a cat but I'm afraid to take that gamble. What if I commit to one & it ends up actually acting like a cat? That's a chance I haven't been willing to take. I'd be much more open to the idea of a cat if they had a shorter life span.