The Dog's Paper

Dog has finally paid me
back for all the money, hard work and emotion I have invested in her.
She now will use only the doggie pee pads belonging to the dog who moved in across the hall with it's new owner. Dog yowls and begs to visit several times a day in order to do her business there.
Dog-across-the-hall won't use his paper unless it is hidden in the bathroom where my Dog doesn't use it.

Live and Let Die

Bravo to the husband. I only hope that those who know my wishes have the courage to carry them out if I do not have to ability to do so myself. Let it be known that I believe the most horrible, evil, selfish thing that can be done is to project and impose one's values, self, ideas, lifestyle on others. I may not agree with others. I try my utmost not to trample on the choices of others and hope I may have the opportunity to support others in things I may not believe in for myself. I do not believe in absolutes. I believe right and wrong are subjective ideals. If I choose not to live it, I walk away from it. Yes, there are times to stand up and I hold myself accountable for determining when, and how I behave in this regard. I cannot and do not wish to speak for others. I make mistakes;I change my mind and my behaviour. This is an ongoing process and evolution. Please do not attempt to prevent me from making my own choices.

Back

Moving on to something other than the conference. My nephews and my brother left a voice mail message of "happy b-day". Cards and treats were great - even got one from the dog. Too bad I have to work tomorrow. I'm thinking I'll be thrown in the shower or roasted in a similar manner. Is this fear justified? No, but it is understandable given that it has happened to me when I was a student. I have an urge to withdraw. I will try an opposite action to allay the fear by arriving at work early (private joke for conference members). Maybe the colourist will take pity on me and squeeze me in tomorrow morning (I still have those roots). I need to get caught up on some of these activities of daily living.

yesterday continued

No comment on 2nd conference day - a deja vu experience.
More snow here. I wonder if w-mart sells snowshoes.
Got stuff in the mail - very good stuff - made my day.
Gotta run - to be continued later tonight.

Waste

I didn't know I was capable of falling asleep in a sitting position. According to my collegues it was REM sleep - eyelids fluttering in an aparantly paralyzed vessel. Had I slept for more than 3 hours (the neighbour's cat was in heat last night; my dog swore loudly in response), my behaviour would have been the same. A very uninspiring self-gratifying performer presented with a pathology more evident than the "research" backing the topic of the conference. An unrequested encore consisted of said presenter in full critical-parent ego state admonishing our working group for not confronting one member who "disrupted" the group by discreetly attending to a delicate and private matter in the washroom. Clearly the presenter was demonstrating ideas of reference.
Work was chaotic, requiring a closing of all public areas in order to restore the peace.
Tomorrow, we begin again. I don't believe I am being resistive in not doing my homework. I need some sleep.
I will finish the tale tomorrow.

Roots

So I made an appt. to have my roots dyed so I don't look like a skunk. At work this evening I found out that I'm going to the conference tomorrow for 2 days, but I'm still working a shift after the conference. So conference and work - with roots - and less than 6 hours sleep. Since I'm being paid to be there, I can't skip out at noon. There is nothing open right now. I think scarfs are in fashion again.
My dog will be left alone all day and evening - I can't imagine what kind of revenge I will come home to. Thank goodness for puppy pads.
I'm doing laundry because the blouse I want to wear is there. Down to 5 hours sleep.
I'm repiercing my ear lobes because I let the holes grow in again. Don't you just love that "pop" when the stud finally pushes through?
Hmmm what to wear? A jacket? Just something else to lug about. Then ironing comes into play. But I really should wear one. 4 1/2 hours sleep.
I need to get a good seat tomorrow. Should get there early. 4 hours sleep.
Coffee shop isn't open and I'm all out. Will stop at Second Cup on the way in. 3 1/2 hours.
I give up; going to chat online.
Will Sleep tomorrow.

Sunday Night

Sunday night is my favourite time to be home. I watch Ebert and Roper then Drew Carey. I chat online. I curl up with the dog and read. I listen to music. Fresh sheets on the bed; place has been vacuumed; windows have been open.
Tonight was the academy awards party. Had to show up dressed for the red carpet, or as one of the paparazzi. I chose the latter. It's much easier to eat, and manouvre around 3 cats, in track pants. Fun was had by all, including the cats. I do miss Whoopi though. She's my favourite Oscar Night mc. I also miss her tv show.
Tomorrow is the deadline to buy RRSPs; next comes income tax time - another of my not-so-favourite times. My vacumm konked today. I'm attending a conference on my only 2 days off this week. Oh the stress of it all, but Sundays are not for stress.
The dog had her bone for 15 minutes this evening. She's doing a good job; most of the marrow is gone. Now she is cuddled at the foot of my bed. The sheets will be warm.
I am off to read soon, then to slip from awareness as I roll onto my side so the dog can crawl behind my knees.

The Beast

Since put on a raw food diet, dog has invoked the hounds of Hecate. Snarling, vigilant with ears perked and hackles up, she protects her sustenance. No toys are spared from abuse. No flavour in the air is left unscolded. Katchina is a she-wolf.
Today the first marrow filled bone was experienced. The dog lay intoxicated with joy, yet ever alert to my presence. I have become a potential challenger. Gone is my fluffy parlour dog.

Suicide is not Painless

Nothing about suicide is painless. Ask anyone who has contemplated it; tried to accomplish it; known someone who did it; tried to understand it.
Most people who are considering suicide are in pain. It may not be the kind of pain that others feel, but it is there and it is overwhelmingly real to those people. Suicide then becomes an option to relieve pain. That being said, it is also a choice. Ambivalence lives in the suicidal person; often the balance is tipped towards a final action. At this time no other options exist in the mind of the person in pain.
Do not blame yourself for not interceding at the crucial moment. It is often not possible. The suicidal person may be experiencing this only in private - in thoughts alone.
Often the connections made before the event that can - but do not always - prevent the decision to turn thought into action. For those of you who can relate to this, here is something that could be helpful. http://www.metanoia.org/suicide/

Dog

I heard the dog growling and wrestling with something in the kitchen. An oven mitt had dropped from in front of the toaster oven. She didn't notice me when I came up behind her to retrieve it.
Next, dog growled and barked at the laundry bag. I remembered using an oven mitt - unsuccessfully - to protect myself from bites while trying to trim dog's nails. So had Dog.

A Love of Words

While being interviewed, Jewel said that she has a love of words and this is what drives her to write.

"Now she looked at him, her mouth open, as though to hear better, her eyes digging to know better." John Steinbeck's words

"Milkman's eyes opened wide. He tried hard not to swallow, but the clarion call in Guitar's voice filled his mouth with salt. The same salt that lay in the bottom of the sea and in the sweat of a horse's neck. A taste so powerful and necessary that stallions galloped miles and days for it. It was new, it was delicious, and it was his own. All the tentativeness, doubt, and inauthenticity that plagued him slithered away without a trace, a sound." Toni Morrison's words

anyone have some favourite words you'd like to share?

Blogging

I blog; therefore, I am.

Today's Blog

I said I'd blog today.
Woke up. Played with dog.
Had Cheerios for breakfast.
Checked e-mail.
Read a magazine.
Had yogurt for lunch.
I saw the Merry Wives of Windsor this evening. Was a lovely night out.
Saw people in Hallowe'en garb; that was fun.
Went to Shopper's D Mart. They didn't have nail polish remover.
Went in chat room.
Had a soak in the tub. That was almost unremarkable.
Heading for bed.
End of blog.

Scary Stuff

On the news a guy is complaining about C-Difficile bacteria outbreak management. (Any google search will reveal the widespread existence of this organism and the role of antibiotics in it's proliferation.) Not long ago, there was to be a level 3 lab in the northern area of the GTA; this was stopped due to fear of pathogens escaping while being transported. These same pathogens continue to be transported to Manitoba. The situation on earth is ripe for another outbreak not dissimilar to SARS or HIV. Relevent concerns are: people and animals living in close quarters; dormant organisms in tropical forests being uprooted; inadequate resources to contain organisms; increasing movement and spread of people on the planet; inappropriate use of antimicrobials leading to increased virulence of common organisms. Prevention is less intrusive, expensive, and tragic than the alternative. We don't have to like the necessary changes required for prevention, but we do need to implement them now.

Having been following the pitbull ban situation, I am bothered by the impossibility of legislating good judgment and responsible behaviour. I believe very few people are capable of safely managing the breed. Similarly, there are some people who are not capable of raising and providing for young children. An intense emotional desire to have them around is not sufficient, nor is it even necessary. The Children's Aid Society and The Humane Society share common roots and problems. No, children aren't inherently dangerous, but consider the result of a chaotic early life. There will always be pitbulls and other aggressive breeds. Now, owners will be hesitant to bring the black-market pitbulls to vets and obedience trainers. This can't be the fault of the pitbull. I would like to see a life-time ban on animal ownership and child custody for those who abuse or inadequately provide for animals and young children after a first incident. I would also like to see the animal owners and parents of young children held accountable for damage, as though they had inflicted it themselves. On a practical level, I don't believe this is an enforceable solution and I don't see how this could prevent first-time mishaps, which can be tragic. No, good judgment and responsible behaviour can't be legislated, but they can be valued by society and this can be reflected in legislation.

Icons

The guy in the clothing ad in Vanity Fair is hot. He is holding a brown baby bunny. That has to be the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Power and tenderness in one.
Angelina Jolie is hot. The face is art. Her work as a good will ambassador since her adoption of Maddox is inspiring. Mother love causes one to transcend oneself.
Captain Kirk. Wrestling with aliens. Within and without. In control and out of it at the same time. Always risking.
Data. He is Spock devolving - detachedly examining the possiblity of a capacity for emotion within himself. Programmed only to please, but with a yearning he does not recognize.
Why are the Borg so fearsome? Do we not all want to belong? Have companionship? Have loyalty to a larger cause? Worship the collective spirit? With loss of freedom is comfort from belonging to the pack. Do you choose the red pill or the blue pill? Mortality is achieved by loss of independant and original thought. Loss of self. Reality is rich.

Dog Stories

I wish some modern country vet would write some short stories. I'd like Roald Dahl to write some more stories. Better yet, I'd like Roald Dahl to write country vet stories.
I've read everything by James Herriot, and is son. I'm feeling the need for another book of short stories!!!! I like to read one every night before bed. Spider Robinson just doesn't do it for me any more.
Maybe I will have to write some for myself to read - but it's just not the same and my dog is only good for about 10 nights of entertainment - the remainder of the time, she sleeps.
I wonder what my dog dreams about. I'll put dog on the keyboard and see what happens.
gvbf,mfvb,,,,,,,,,,,olv p0occcccccc

0p=g=g=g=g=g=g=g=g=g=g=g=g=g=g=g=g=g=g=g=g=g=g=g=g=g=g=g=g=g=g=g=g

Anyone out there understand dog typing? I sure don't, but I do think it looks nice. Good dog!!!
Have some milk bones.

Shopping

Went shopping today.
Bought pomegranate juice; Cinnabon lip balm; pink dog brush; Philadelphia cream cheese in lite cucumber-dill flavour; Gardennay blended vegetable soup; 3 courtland apples; bok choy; Schneiders no-meat hotdogs; black sesame seeds; a turkey tit; asperagus; zucchini; 2 sweet potatoes; tarragon; 2 lemons; salad in a bag; Organic Meadow yoghurt.
I had supper at Wendys. ?????????????
Dog attacked the brush. I guess dog doesn't like pink.
Lip balm is spicy hot - no wonder the label warns not to put it near your eyes. Do you think someone did that?
I lay on my bed flipping through a magazine. Dog had buried milk bones there. Had first tried to break them in her mouth - soggy gooey milk bones.
I broke milk bones into little bits for dog.
Home is peaceful now.

Dog Revenge

Gave Dog 3 milkbones. Dog is dancing, putting milk bones on my lap, barking, howling trying to entice me to break them up for her. I am still thinking about skid marks on my duvet cover.

Cathy

Bird Brains

As I was saying to Fred, I had a couple of cockatiels.
One morning, my main squeeze of the time neared the cage; the birds went beserk. I gave the guy a proper talking to, believing he'd tortured them - they were terrified of him.
Later that evening I saw both birds calmly perched on the side of his hand.
The next morning as I watched him approach the cage, the birds flappped and screeched.
After several episodes, we discovered it was his neckties - particularly diagonally striped ones. Turns out that some birds are instinctively afraid of snakes and snake-like things. After this, we draped ties over the curtain rods to keep the birds from perching there.

One of those Nights

Arrived home late from work. Dog with soft poo-ball mashed into her luxurious wooly white fanny coat was scooting on my duvet in a futile attempt to remove the distressing material. I thought of leaving and re-entering in hopes of viewing a different scene, but the cliche of "things
getting worse when you don't think they can" flashed through my skull. I scooped up dog in a football hold with rear end rostral . After stepping in tub, I pulled the shower head down as I turned the taps: no hot water!!!

The duvet is in the washer; a paper towel and hand lotion dissolved the dog's problem; I am
back into my nightly routine. All is as it should be.

Cathy