Archive for January, 2008

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Dream Biscuit

January 26, 2008

Do you have a dog? Have you ever come across your dog while it was dreaming in its sleep? Want to have some fun? From my experience dogs have two basic dreams: barking & running. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been woken up at night by one of the dogs. who is barking & chasing something in its sleep. They do this while napping during the day as well. My dog, the oldest of them, does this rather frequently. When I catch her doing it I whisper to her, “get the deer, get the deer”. She knows English better than some people I’ve met and so tears off in hot pursuit. Her legs start kicking and she gruffs even more. I figure its a good thing because I wish someone would whisper to me when I’m dreaming, “autobahn Ferrari, autobahn Ferrari”.

Now the other day, when I was typing up my last post, I caught her doing it again. She was under the desk at my feet. She was chasing something somewhere in a dream. So I stopped what I was doing. Backed out my chair. Put my head down by hers and began to whisper. I took a novel approach this time. I said, “good girl, good girl”. That seemed to get her attention, but she remained asleep. Then I said, “come her”, I made the official Come her sound, then “come her” again. She stopped gruffing at this point and only her feet were moving. Then I whispered, ” inside, come on inside”. I figured that at this point in her dream she and I would be standing in the front yard. To go inside she would run on the porch and wait for me to open the door. After several seconds of watching her move her feet in her dream and then stop moving altogether I said, “inside, inside, come on inside”. Her feet started to move again as she drempt of me letting her in the front door

All of this follows a typical sequence of events that occurs numerous times each day. The dogs and I are vastly familiar with it and there can be only one logical next step.

So I whispered, “want a biscuit”, “does good girl want a biscuit for being a good biscuit girl”, Biscuit, biscuit”. Her feet immediately started to kick and jump. I waited a few seconds allowing her time to dream herself into the kitchen. I then whispered, “sit, sit”. Her feet stopped moving. Followed by “nice, nice”, after that command I always give them their treat then say, “good girl, good girl” A second or two after I whispered this to her she began chew with her lips closed, in her sleep.

Mission accomplished!

I sat back up amazed that it worked. I then promised myself that I will always give my dogs biscuits when I catch them dreaming in the future. If you don’t know about this give it a try. It’s fun.

She woke up all by herself five or so minutes later.  Her tail was wagging and she was apparently glad to see me.

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Huh…W-w-what the Hell!

January 24, 2008

 

        So I’m driving around again today. Moving down the road at a good clip. 100 yards between me and the person in front of me. More or less in the slot. When, of course some schmuck pulls in ahead of me off a side road. Naturally he is in no hurry to get anywhere but in front on me. So my groove goes down in flames and I’m stuck behind someone who can only drive as fast as they think. SLOW. Yeah yeah, I know it happens everyday, quite bitching. Fortunately I was armed with (Easy it ain’t what you think) very calm music recommended to me by Mermaids Muse. Sooo I deal with it. Until. The guy ahead of me pulls out an object in his one hand. He begins to rub it on his head. Odd! “Hey!, he looks like he’s bald“. “No wait, he’s…he’s…shav…shaving….he’s shaving his head!?“. This cat was shaving his egg while driving in front of me? How good of a trim is that gonna Goddamn be? I want to know what this guy’s nickname at work is. I can see him standing at the water cooler talking to his fellow employees with patches of missed stubble sticking out of his pickle, “Hey Chess Board did you catch the game last night“. Or maybe, “Good night everyone. Drive home safely. Especially you Crabgrass!“. I have nothing against baldness (He probably has hair but cuts it off). One side of my family is bald or balding. They do not, however, shave whats left on their noggins while cutting people off in traffic. They may not have hair but they got brains. Just Damn!

 

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Where I am

January 20, 2008

At a place

The place of effort

Effort for the family

The family of many hands

Many hands that pound the stone

The stone that crumbles to dust

Dust mixed with water

The water to make mortar

Mortar that fills the spaces

The spaces between the bricks

Bricks that become the wall

The wall of the house

House of the family

The family

That makes a home

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The Scorpions Sting

January 19, 2008

A man

Who never acknowledges insults

That they may fade

Powerless

Yet before leaving

They sting him

With venom that burns

Leaving always a scar

The Soul can not mend

His reaction always aggressive

But he is civilized

He can not say a discouraging word

So his pride he must swallow

Again

Again

Until intoxicated

With doubt

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I am Undone

January 18, 2008

I am empty

My spirit is hibernating

I have stopped responding

No color

No black

No white

Obscured shades of grey

The Stone foundation cracks

Then turns to sand

The tower falters

I watch blankly

At the impending fall

I feel no remorse

I feel nothing

 

My flower has dried and fallen

Unfertilized seeds

Are taken by the wind

The stalk turns brown

Then to dust

My life ebbs back into the bulb

Underground

Still and lifeless

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And for Harley….

January 2, 2008

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Happy New Year

January 1, 2008

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Wishing you all the best in 2008!

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