Small spans of minutes measuring inches within eternity,
Worlds unfolding between two earlobes round,
Shaping time that eventually became destiny,
Searching each sequence for comfort and sound,
All fades and comes back into the arms of an afternoon swing.
All these are recollections from a memoir, simple,
Of a life not wholly lived yet,
Still in the outer grasp of bittersweet youth and beauty’s sweat,
Sits a boy not fully manly,
In a pile of years measured wealthy in circumstance.
Sirens warble honeyed serenades to,
Settled eyelids reliving the present past,
With pen strokes recording in black ink spread,
Wide and deep of memories sweet and sad,
Into expressions lined with radiant catastrophe.
Haunting lines of earth made visibly linear,
Onto lineages showing laughter learned,
Motions made immortal,
Words graphed from pieces of sweat, blood, tears,
Joy springs acquiesce.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Just What I Have Been Up To
So, it has been more than 10 days since I last wrote...Sorry. It is the holidays and time was spent elsewhere. Hopefully, you will forgive. So, here is what I have been up to in no order of importance, sequence, or significance:
1. On Sunday, December 19, I woke up at 6 am and drove to a local Chic-fil-a and met the Reeder's and two of my XC runners and we drove to Helen, Ga and participated in the annual Brasstown Bald Buster 5K. It took us three hours to get there and we got to registration and were welcomed with snow flurries and sub-30 degree temps. We weren't allowed (thankfully) to run to the summit because it was iced over. We did run a 1.5 mile course up and down. It is by far the hardest race I have ever run. It took me 23 minutes to run the 1.5 miles up and 5 minutes 50 seconds to run back down! It was terrifying. I would have finished about a minute faster, but spent some time trying to stop and then had to tie my shoes. The fastest I have ever run a mile was when I was 19 and I did it in 5 flat. On that day, running down Brasstown Bald (the highest point in the state of Georgia) I ran a 4:48. My shins still hurt!
2. Left Macon at 2:00 am on Monday the 20th and drove to Fitzgerald. I started the drive, but only lasted 20 miles. Mel drove the rest proving again that she is the best co-pilot and late-night driver. We arrived at 3:30 am. We will NEVER do that again, but you do what you got to do. (In less that a 24 hour period, I was running a race in the mountains of N. Georgia and driving a car in S. Georgia. Mel sewed a Christmas present and did two weeks of baking in a day. Watch out Ricky Martin...we are still living La Vida Loca!)
3. Spent 3 great days in the Fitz. Worked 1.5 days for my father in law. Went out to dinner with Nana at the Flying Cowboy in Douglas. Had snack supper and there were many pigs in a blanket to be had and they were had! Celebrated an early Christmas and received more generous gifts that I deserved. I will not say all I got, but if you see me, I will look nice courtesy of Mark, Pam, and Nana and will come home to a 32'' flat screen t.v. courtesy of Jonathon. I will feel like I am watching SVU on someone else's t.v. Also, ran three nights under an awesome full moon, but didn't hear my alarm to wake up to see the eclipse. I know. I know. It was only something like a 100 year mistake.
4. Left the Colony City on Wednesday and drove to Sunny FLAUSA. I have forgotten to tell you that, Jack and Lady have been along for the ride. There is nothing quite like riding in a packed station wagon and watching people drive by smiling. I just hope Jack and Lady were only making funny faces at them and not mooning them or worse, but I think we know where and what Jack thinks is funny and Lady isn't exactly family friendly at times. I will only say that they should now better, but neither of them will say the Sinner's Prayer and believe you me...Mel and I have tried, cried, yelled, prayed, punished, bribed, etc, but nothing seems to work.
5. Checked , The Christmas Carol, out from the FPD library and finished it the day after Christmas. I had seen many different versions of it on t.v. (none of them beat The Muppet version though, sorry.). It was very good and Tiny Tim gets to live because of four very good Ghosts. I really liked the book and am amazed that Dickens could think of all of that in the 1800's. I am amazed and in awe.
6. Took Jack and Lady to a dog beach. They lived it up for about 2 hours. Jack swam. Lady ran. I got wet. Lady almost caught a Sandpiper. Lady licked a dead jellyfish. Jack saw two dolphins. Lady played chase with Winston (Sarah's dog). Jack used the restroom on the boardwalk. Lady bit an armadillo. A good time was had by all. Mel took some awesome pictures and will include some of them in days to come.
7. Spent a day at Disney with my Mel, my mom, Sarah, Matt, Amy, and Forrest. Had an awesome time. There isn't any place quite like Disney. Yes, it is crowded. Yes, it was expensive. However, it was awesome. Rode Space Mountain until I was sick. Ate some delicious food. Rode Peter Pan, my favorite ride since I was old enough to be cognisant. Saw snow over Main Street. It was so cold the whole day, but we had an incredible time.
8. Played catch with Forrest (who gives great Christmas gifts!) until my right arm hurt.
9. Went four-wheeling.
10. Acquired a desk for our house that used to be mine. I did most of middle school and high school work on this desk. It is like getting an old friend back.
11. Reread, The Red Pony, by Steinbeck. I forgot the pony dies. Very good. Better the second time. Made me think of Beau.
12. Took some great walks in the woods with my wife and dogs at the house of my youth. Everything seems so much smaller, but is just as good. Few things are prettier to me than a Live Oak with Spanish Moss hanging in it. It speaks of mystery never to be known, but always shown. I grew up in an awesome house and had a wonderful time in those woods.
13. Spent some quality time with my mom's new dog, Cooper. He is a great pup.
14. Ran 5 miles on the Florida Trail with Jack and Lady in the Seminole State Forest. It was beautiful. We had the whole forest to ourselves. A serene run. A run I will miss.
15. Got back to Macon at about 9:15 last night. Felt so good to be home. Slept in my own bed. Sat on my own couch. Have a lot to do, but have spent the morning getting Mel ready, going through 10 days of mail, trying to wake Jack up (he needs a vacation from his vacation), and typing this post.
Hope you had a great Christmas and thanks for reading this blog,
David
1. On Sunday, December 19, I woke up at 6 am and drove to a local Chic-fil-a and met the Reeder's and two of my XC runners and we drove to Helen, Ga and participated in the annual Brasstown Bald Buster 5K. It took us three hours to get there and we got to registration and were welcomed with snow flurries and sub-30 degree temps. We weren't allowed (thankfully) to run to the summit because it was iced over. We did run a 1.5 mile course up and down. It is by far the hardest race I have ever run. It took me 23 minutes to run the 1.5 miles up and 5 minutes 50 seconds to run back down! It was terrifying. I would have finished about a minute faster, but spent some time trying to stop and then had to tie my shoes. The fastest I have ever run a mile was when I was 19 and I did it in 5 flat. On that day, running down Brasstown Bald (the highest point in the state of Georgia) I ran a 4:48. My shins still hurt!
2. Left Macon at 2:00 am on Monday the 20th and drove to Fitzgerald. I started the drive, but only lasted 20 miles. Mel drove the rest proving again that she is the best co-pilot and late-night driver. We arrived at 3:30 am. We will NEVER do that again, but you do what you got to do. (In less that a 24 hour period, I was running a race in the mountains of N. Georgia and driving a car in S. Georgia. Mel sewed a Christmas present and did two weeks of baking in a day. Watch out Ricky Martin...we are still living La Vida Loca!)
3. Spent 3 great days in the Fitz. Worked 1.5 days for my father in law. Went out to dinner with Nana at the Flying Cowboy in Douglas. Had snack supper and there were many pigs in a blanket to be had and they were had! Celebrated an early Christmas and received more generous gifts that I deserved. I will not say all I got, but if you see me, I will look nice courtesy of Mark, Pam, and Nana and will come home to a 32'' flat screen t.v. courtesy of Jonathon. I will feel like I am watching SVU on someone else's t.v. Also, ran three nights under an awesome full moon, but didn't hear my alarm to wake up to see the eclipse. I know. I know. It was only something like a 100 year mistake.
4. Left the Colony City on Wednesday and drove to Sunny FLAUSA. I have forgotten to tell you that, Jack and Lady have been along for the ride. There is nothing quite like riding in a packed station wagon and watching people drive by smiling. I just hope Jack and Lady were only making funny faces at them and not mooning them or worse, but I think we know where and what Jack thinks is funny and Lady isn't exactly family friendly at times. I will only say that they should now better, but neither of them will say the Sinner's Prayer and believe you me...Mel and I have tried, cried, yelled, prayed, punished, bribed, etc, but nothing seems to work.
5. Checked , The Christmas Carol, out from the FPD library and finished it the day after Christmas. I had seen many different versions of it on t.v. (none of them beat The Muppet version though, sorry.). It was very good and Tiny Tim gets to live because of four very good Ghosts. I really liked the book and am amazed that Dickens could think of all of that in the 1800's. I am amazed and in awe.
6. Took Jack and Lady to a dog beach. They lived it up for about 2 hours. Jack swam. Lady ran. I got wet. Lady almost caught a Sandpiper. Lady licked a dead jellyfish. Jack saw two dolphins. Lady played chase with Winston (Sarah's dog). Jack used the restroom on the boardwalk. Lady bit an armadillo. A good time was had by all. Mel took some awesome pictures and will include some of them in days to come.
7. Spent a day at Disney with my Mel, my mom, Sarah, Matt, Amy, and Forrest. Had an awesome time. There isn't any place quite like Disney. Yes, it is crowded. Yes, it was expensive. However, it was awesome. Rode Space Mountain until I was sick. Ate some delicious food. Rode Peter Pan, my favorite ride since I was old enough to be cognisant. Saw snow over Main Street. It was so cold the whole day, but we had an incredible time.
8. Played catch with Forrest (who gives great Christmas gifts!) until my right arm hurt.
9. Went four-wheeling.
10. Acquired a desk for our house that used to be mine. I did most of middle school and high school work on this desk. It is like getting an old friend back.
11. Reread, The Red Pony, by Steinbeck. I forgot the pony dies. Very good. Better the second time. Made me think of Beau.
12. Took some great walks in the woods with my wife and dogs at the house of my youth. Everything seems so much smaller, but is just as good. Few things are prettier to me than a Live Oak with Spanish Moss hanging in it. It speaks of mystery never to be known, but always shown. I grew up in an awesome house and had a wonderful time in those woods.
13. Spent some quality time with my mom's new dog, Cooper. He is a great pup.
14. Ran 5 miles on the Florida Trail with Jack and Lady in the Seminole State Forest. It was beautiful. We had the whole forest to ourselves. A serene run. A run I will miss.
15. Got back to Macon at about 9:15 last night. Felt so good to be home. Slept in my own bed. Sat on my own couch. Have a lot to do, but have spent the morning getting Mel ready, going through 10 days of mail, trying to wake Jack up (he needs a vacation from his vacation), and typing this post.
Hope you had a great Christmas and thanks for reading this blog,
David
Friday, December 17, 2010
The Brasstown Bald Buster 5K
In two days, I will be heading up to North Georgia (weather permitting) to run the featured race. Until yesterday at lunch, I was pretty excited about it. Now, I just feel a little sick to my stomach about it. I know, I know, why do this? Aren't all 5K's the same? If you've run one, you've run them all? I know, I know, couldn't you find a better hobby? Couldn't you spend your money more wisely? Couldn't you be satisfied with the races you have already gotten to do this year? Why do you run,? Aren't you just out there running? No, these aren't questions from my wife. Mel is my number one supporter. She never complains. She only demands warmth and a hot beverage, which isn't much considering that spectating ain't for everyone, especially if your person is slow and smelly.
And no, I can't give you good answers to those questions. I could answer them all well and we could all be satisfied for a time, but then I would have this weird nagging going on inside me that unless you are a runner then you will never understand. I try to explain it sometimes to Mel in crafting or sewing terms and she tries to understand. (I think this would go better if I paid better attention while I was in Michael's or Jo Ann's, or as Mark calls it "Fabric World".) Runners are weird people. Some are weird from the top down and others hide it pretty well. Some will tell you all about their running exploits and others are content to know they have done them. I am not sure where I fit in. I guess in the former, since I am write about it and 7 very faithful followers read about them! (Well, really 5 since Mel is following me twice to show her support for Hines Terrace Herald.)
There is a certain runner that I like a lot, his name is Ryan Hall. I am not sure why I like him so much. I guess the main reason is his belief that he can be better and that he can be faster. (On a side note, I once ran the same race as he did, a 15K, and when I was on mile 4 of the race, he was on mile 9!) I think this is the same belief that every runner feels or thinks. No, I will never make it to the Olympics and no, Nike will never knock on my front door and beg me to wear their products, but every time I lace up my shoes or don't, I feel like I must run. I must train for the next race. Signing up for a race becomes not something I need to do or want to do, but something I must do in order to have something to push myself out the door and onto the streets or trails. There is this nagging inside my head that tells me that if I just suffer for a couple more minutes now that I can earn several seconds in the next race or make my year-end total of miles grow a little bigger. I know this is silly. I know it is weird. I am not in denial.
So, why do this race? The answer is simple: to know I can do it. Sometimes, I look through race calendars and see races that would be fun and I still do this. Other times, I look through and question which races could I do or handle. This race is one of those. And we will see. Brasstown Bald is the highest mountain in Georgia. The race goes right to the top from the bottom. I have heard it is gut-wrenching. I have heard it was near impossible. I have heard that I will walk. I have heard I will be passed my military guys wearing backpacks and gear. We will see. I am sure it will be all those things. I just want to make it across the finish line and to know that I can do it and that I did do it.
David
Thursday, December 16, 2010
The Shopkeeper--Snippet 2
"You got any shoes made out a' alligator skin or snake skin?"
"What was that? I didn't quite catch that last bit." the shopkeeper said coming back to his shop from his head.
"Boy, something like that would make a yella' suit pop! Gosh'd almighty it would."
"Can't say that we do. Wouldn't you be interested in any of our patent leather options. They'd be bright and shiny for ya'."
"Naw, patent leather'd make this whole get up look a little cheap. I guess I'll leave the suit here and go and see if I can get the shoes first. Shoes make the man, they say..." he trailed off.
"Sounds like a plan for sure. I'll hold the suit for ya' for up to a week. And if ya' will call me before you come by, I could have the suit pressed and ..." the shopkeeper stopped himself because the customer had quit listening and was staring at the wall behind him.
The oddly-shaped man smiled and nodded and then left. The shopkeeper was again left with nothing except the ugly, yellow pants and jacket and empty shop. It looked like a life size banana peel for the 800 lb. gorilla that everyone was always talking about. He laid the suit down on the counter gently in order to make sure no wrinkles would arrive and then slowly made his way outside, knowing full well that he had plenty of time to put the suit up before he closed for the day. He was in no hurry; Thursdays were always long, slow days. He hated them more than Mondays. Thursdays used to mean something, but now like everything else in Ider, they didn't mean a damn thing. It used to be the day men came in to find something nice to wear for meetings and out of town engagements, but you didn't need a suit in a factory. The company gave you your clothes and washed them too.
He pushed open the heavy glass door and propped it open and then instantly regretted it. He hated what had sprung up around his shop, but it didn't surprise him. Businesses these days were just like those birds that followed trash trucks to the dump. They would pick at the trash until nothing was left and then close down and move to the next load. They called it capitalism, but he thought it looked more like parasitism; living off of something else until it died. He wished they would all die, but then felt bad for thinking so. He was no different, he thought. He just called his store something that sounded more upscale. He had been forced to become like them, but he knew that he had once been an eagle and now threw up the trash he now had to eat. Everyone got hungry, didn't they. Even eagles were forced occasionally to eat a scrap, weren't they?
"You open or are you getting ready to go to supper?"
"Yes, sir, we're open for business. What can I do ya' for?"
"I was hoping you could help a man out. I need me a pair of them dark, denim jeans for the weekend. The missus has put her foot down about this party we're going to."
"I'm afraid we don't carry the kind of denim that you're into, but we could get you into a nice pair of slacks that would make you and the missus happy."
"Well....that's the last thing I want to do, show up at some party looking like I think I'm better than everybody in some fancy pair of slacks. You got any other ideas?"
"I'm afraid not. I was just trying to make you look nice."....
Keep writing? Or shut it down?
David
"What was that? I didn't quite catch that last bit." the shopkeeper said coming back to his shop from his head.
"Boy, something like that would make a yella' suit pop! Gosh'd almighty it would."
"Can't say that we do. Wouldn't you be interested in any of our patent leather options. They'd be bright and shiny for ya'."
"Naw, patent leather'd make this whole get up look a little cheap. I guess I'll leave the suit here and go and see if I can get the shoes first. Shoes make the man, they say..." he trailed off.
"Sounds like a plan for sure. I'll hold the suit for ya' for up to a week. And if ya' will call me before you come by, I could have the suit pressed and ..." the shopkeeper stopped himself because the customer had quit listening and was staring at the wall behind him.
The oddly-shaped man smiled and nodded and then left. The shopkeeper was again left with nothing except the ugly, yellow pants and jacket and empty shop. It looked like a life size banana peel for the 800 lb. gorilla that everyone was always talking about. He laid the suit down on the counter gently in order to make sure no wrinkles would arrive and then slowly made his way outside, knowing full well that he had plenty of time to put the suit up before he closed for the day. He was in no hurry; Thursdays were always long, slow days. He hated them more than Mondays. Thursdays used to mean something, but now like everything else in Ider, they didn't mean a damn thing. It used to be the day men came in to find something nice to wear for meetings and out of town engagements, but you didn't need a suit in a factory. The company gave you your clothes and washed them too.
He pushed open the heavy glass door and propped it open and then instantly regretted it. He hated what had sprung up around his shop, but it didn't surprise him. Businesses these days were just like those birds that followed trash trucks to the dump. They would pick at the trash until nothing was left and then close down and move to the next load. They called it capitalism, but he thought it looked more like parasitism; living off of something else until it died. He wished they would all die, but then felt bad for thinking so. He was no different, he thought. He just called his store something that sounded more upscale. He had been forced to become like them, but he knew that he had once been an eagle and now threw up the trash he now had to eat. Everyone got hungry, didn't they. Even eagles were forced occasionally to eat a scrap, weren't they?
"You open or are you getting ready to go to supper?"
"Yes, sir, we're open for business. What can I do ya' for?"
"I was hoping you could help a man out. I need me a pair of them dark, denim jeans for the weekend. The missus has put her foot down about this party we're going to."
"I'm afraid we don't carry the kind of denim that you're into, but we could get you into a nice pair of slacks that would make you and the missus happy."
"Well....that's the last thing I want to do, show up at some party looking like I think I'm better than everybody in some fancy pair of slacks. You got any other ideas?"
"I'm afraid not. I was just trying to make you look nice."....
Keep writing? Or shut it down?
David
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Weird Things My Dogs Do
This is Lady:
And this is Jack:
They are both my mine. I have had Lady since 2003. I needed a friend and found myself at the pound. She looks a lot like a border collie, but isn't. She has purple spots on her tongue, so I know she has some chow in her. And by the looks of it, it seems Chow Chow owners in America need to keep better track of their dogs; a lot of stray dogs with purple -spotted tongues. Lady is a sweet dog and has been a great friend to me in some very lonely times. She is also very smart and deceitful. She doesn't do any tricks because she thinks they are stupid and for the stupid. She only plays one game and that is this really funny game of chase and you are always it. I still play it with her and end up looking like a big weirdo in our front yard. On one of the loneliest days in my life, she hugged me. I could retell the story, but most of you would think I was making it up, but you can't mistake a hug. It either is one or it isn't. Lady and I have lived in 4 very different places: Sorrento, Fl, Mentone, Al, Dothan, Al, and Macon, Ga. I had Lady before I was married and Lady didn't like Mel for the first year or so of our marriage, but they get along cozy now...well...cozy for Lady. Lady is not exactly the person you would assign any greeting duties to.
Jack is a different story in about every way that can be looked at. He is a chocolate lab. Mel and I got him after we were married. We wanted a puppy. We looked into it. They are expensive. We canceled the want. We heard a sob story from a church member about having to put down a year old lab for doing some bad things: eating a glass bottle of Tabasco sauce, chewing a hole through a propane tank, ripping a faucet out of a brick wall, etc etc etc. Mel and I are suckers for the sob story. He pulled us in hook, line, and sinker. We drove over to their house. Picked him up, but not before he could knock Mel down a couple of times in their back yard. Lady has hated this moment in time even more than when I said "I Do". (Nobody puts Lady in the corner!) Jack is now 3 and is still very much a puppy. They say at 3 labs are suppose to settle down and mature. I guess we will have to wait till Jack turns 4 and has his Batman party likes he keeps begging for. (He loves trying to mimic Christian Bale's voice in the newest movies, he is forever saying little things like, "give me the bone!", or "drop the ball!") Anyway, Jack is always up to something and he is very good at getting my goat. He has chewed up about 12 grill covers, eaten numerous plants, two bicycle helmets, and loves to nibble on a good pair of wool socks. What can I say, he is a texture eater.
This post is really just to let you in on a couple of weird things they both do. I love them both, but they are by far the weirdest dogs I have ever known or dealt with. Here are some of the weird things:
* Jack turns every object into something to fetch: water bottles, socks, underwear, sticks, pine cones, apple cores, etc.
* Lady will not eat out of a bowl, she just gets about 3-5 morsels and takes them elsewhere to eat.
* Both Jack and Lady are terrified of the floor vent of our downstairs ac unit. This can be used or counted on as the only safe place in the house.
* When Jack rides in a car, he always stairs out of the back window. Lady ducks when we go under bridges and refuses to sit down and not stare at the road ahead. She has fallen asleep in this position on several car trips.
* Jack is a big dog, but loves getting in small places. Lady is a small dog, but only feels comfortable in wide open spaces and for this I blame the Dixie Chicks.
* Lady has only been hurt twice in the seven years I have owned her. Once she sliced her paw on piece of glass while running with me and once she got hit by a car who drove out of control into our front yard. Jack gets hurt about once a week and I have a running tab at our local vet. He has gotten a piece of his ear removed by a raccoon, hit by a car, gotten kennel cough, has allergies, had an allergic reaction to something and his left eye got so swollen it almost shut completely, run into an electric fence that burnt a line into his forehead, etc. etc. etc. He is probably getting injured as I write this.
Well, as you can see these are all pretty weird and not all of the weird things about them. I love these dogs, but like I said, I am a sucker for the sob story and they both know that.
Until next time,
David
And this is Jack:
They are both my mine. I have had Lady since 2003. I needed a friend and found myself at the pound. She looks a lot like a border collie, but isn't. She has purple spots on her tongue, so I know she has some chow in her. And by the looks of it, it seems Chow Chow owners in America need to keep better track of their dogs; a lot of stray dogs with purple -spotted tongues. Lady is a sweet dog and has been a great friend to me in some very lonely times. She is also very smart and deceitful. She doesn't do any tricks because she thinks they are stupid and for the stupid. She only plays one game and that is this really funny game of chase and you are always it. I still play it with her and end up looking like a big weirdo in our front yard. On one of the loneliest days in my life, she hugged me. I could retell the story, but most of you would think I was making it up, but you can't mistake a hug. It either is one or it isn't. Lady and I have lived in 4 very different places: Sorrento, Fl, Mentone, Al, Dothan, Al, and Macon, Ga. I had Lady before I was married and Lady didn't like Mel for the first year or so of our marriage, but they get along cozy now...well...cozy for Lady. Lady is not exactly the person you would assign any greeting duties to.
Jack is a different story in about every way that can be looked at. He is a chocolate lab. Mel and I got him after we were married. We wanted a puppy. We looked into it. They are expensive. We canceled the want. We heard a sob story from a church member about having to put down a year old lab for doing some bad things: eating a glass bottle of Tabasco sauce, chewing a hole through a propane tank, ripping a faucet out of a brick wall, etc etc etc. Mel and I are suckers for the sob story. He pulled us in hook, line, and sinker. We drove over to their house. Picked him up, but not before he could knock Mel down a couple of times in their back yard. Lady has hated this moment in time even more than when I said "I Do". (Nobody puts Lady in the corner!) Jack is now 3 and is still very much a puppy. They say at 3 labs are suppose to settle down and mature. I guess we will have to wait till Jack turns 4 and has his Batman party likes he keeps begging for. (He loves trying to mimic Christian Bale's voice in the newest movies, he is forever saying little things like, "give me the bone!", or "drop the ball!") Anyway, Jack is always up to something and he is very good at getting my goat. He has chewed up about 12 grill covers, eaten numerous plants, two bicycle helmets, and loves to nibble on a good pair of wool socks. What can I say, he is a texture eater.
This post is really just to let you in on a couple of weird things they both do. I love them both, but they are by far the weirdest dogs I have ever known or dealt with. Here are some of the weird things:
* Jack turns every object into something to fetch: water bottles, socks, underwear, sticks, pine cones, apple cores, etc.
* Lady will not eat out of a bowl, she just gets about 3-5 morsels and takes them elsewhere to eat.
* Both Jack and Lady are terrified of the floor vent of our downstairs ac unit. This can be used or counted on as the only safe place in the house.
* When Jack rides in a car, he always stairs out of the back window. Lady ducks when we go under bridges and refuses to sit down and not stare at the road ahead. She has fallen asleep in this position on several car trips.
* Jack is a big dog, but loves getting in small places. Lady is a small dog, but only feels comfortable in wide open spaces and for this I blame the Dixie Chicks.
* Lady has only been hurt twice in the seven years I have owned her. Once she sliced her paw on piece of glass while running with me and once she got hit by a car who drove out of control into our front yard. Jack gets hurt about once a week and I have a running tab at our local vet. He has gotten a piece of his ear removed by a raccoon, hit by a car, gotten kennel cough, has allergies, had an allergic reaction to something and his left eye got so swollen it almost shut completely, run into an electric fence that burnt a line into his forehead, etc. etc. etc. He is probably getting injured as I write this.
Well, as you can see these are all pretty weird and not all of the weird things about them. I love these dogs, but like I said, I am a sucker for the sob story and they both know that.
Until next time,
David
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