And The White Lion Roars

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Month: January, 2014

We Are Incomplete

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Oh, so much inspiration the last few weeks. I held off on some questions recently because I was so upset about the pet dumping that I posted about last week. And, for my cat loving friends, I do know that these tragedies happen to cats as well. I love cats too, and have one living in my home. It’s just that I’d seen a dog dumped that very day, and now have an un-housebroken puppy that I’m working into the night with, and running late for work every morning, just trying to get him to make the connection…the word “potty” is not another word for treat, it’s what you do to earn the treat!!! I’m thinking that, just as there are parenting books that let parents know that every child learns differently, and the parent must not expect potty training to happen quickly or without accidents, there should be dog training books that stress every dog is different, and they won’t all learn the same way or at the same pace. I keep telling myself that as I walk around in circles with the new puppy, just wishing he would figure it out. In this instance only, I am glad that Texas has such mild winters, and we already had our annual ice storm. Our female dog, Abigail has us so spoiled, she is the perfect dog…she was house trained in days, and her only aim in life is to please us, so if she does something we disapprove of, she is completely demoralized by our scolding that she never does whatever it was again. Leo, the new lion of the White Lion’s household, just wants to play. The slightest distraction takes his mind off the task at hand, whether a car going by, a leaf blown by the wind, Abigail walking by, etc. Just when I see him sniffing as if he’s about to do what I want him to, it turns out that he just saw a piece of dirt that he wants to carry into the house.

Anyway, does anyone know what Red Riding Hood’s real name was? Why is she traveling incognito anyway? Is it like in spy movies where she’s being told that the man with the package will recognize her by her red cape and hood?

Does any company in the world make bricks other than Acme? I’m thinking there should be an anti-trust suit against Acme Brick because some competition would probably bring down the price of homes, and I’ve never, ever, ever seen a brick that is made by any other company.

I believe that people are complicated creatures. In my opinion we are made up of three basic parts; body (that one is self explanatory,) mind (intellect,) and “spirit,” or consciousness/emotion. Now, these divisions were first differentiated to me when I was about sixteen, by a church youth director. Yes, in the last forty years I’ve rejected just about everything else that man ever told me, but I think he was right about that. I was also sixteen at the time when fundamentalists were having bonfires where they burned their rock albums and Ouija boards, and I participated in some of those rituals (this actually went on at least until the mid-1980’s, but I don’t know if it continues today in fundamentalist churches.) One of the reasons he said that it was necessary to eliminate evil rock from our lives, along with dancing, was because rhythm was over-emphasized in the music, and rhythm is connected to “the body,” which includes our sexuality, and therefore, music with heavy rhythm is likely to promote temptation. He taught the group that melody is from the heart (consciousness) and harmony is from the intellect. I have come to believe that he was also right on this one. I listen to pretty much every style of popular music (including some hip-hop, country and jazz,) and lots of stuff I grew up listening to in the 1970’s. I was listening yesterday to some music from Buffalo Springfield and Crosby, Stills and Nash, and was so moved by the rich, complex harmonies that they exercised. I wonder what that youth director would think today, when so much popular music is almost entirely made up of rhythm with no melody or harmony? Hip-hop definitely fits this description, and the mediocrity of many pop singers leads their recording companies to overdub their songs with heavy rhythm tracks. Even with singers I don’t care for, these rhythms make my feet and hips want to move-the effect is undeniable, and very sexual. The problem is that focusing so much on only one part of the human make up leaves us lacking and incomplete as people. There are some country groups that seem to get this; The Zack Brown band does the harmony thing pretty well, Amos Lee and Ben Harper, Ray LaMontagne do the melody thing well, and can awaken other parts of the human zeitgeist, but these artists are few and far between. When will we have another major artist to whom we can say, “You complete me?”

Please Have A Nightmare Tonight.

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The white lion is pissed today. First let me say that I’m not vain enough to think that many people beyond my good friends, including some Facebook friends I’ve never actually met, and some folks who have followed my blog because I followed theirs, read my posts. It may be a dream of mine to find a national audience and someday to make money from these little treatises of mine, but I don’t really have high hopes of that.

Having said all that, I would ask anyone who does read this one to do me a favor with this one. Share it. I wish that somehow or other this post would become so far flung that perhaps the people to whom I’m speaking might see it and get a reality check.

I am an animal lover. I love all animals, but in particular I love dogs, and I simply do not understand people who dump them. On my way home today there was a puppy in the middle of the street. She was clearly terrified, and looked as if she could barely move-not as if injured, but more like so hungry and scared that she couldn’t walk. I stopped the car on the country road that runs between the city where I work and the suburb where I live. There are several really nice homes on this stretch of road, and all of them have quite a bit of land, some have horses or cows on the property. There was a truck coming toward the dog from the opposite direction, and we both stopped. The afternoon was beautiful, so we both had our windows down, and both were calling to the dog. She stopped in her tracks, cowering in fear. I got out of my car to see if she would come to me, and she wouldn’t, which is the only reason she left the road. I got so angry and sad that I was in tears when I got home.

We got a new puppy last week that was a dumped dog found by my niece. She and her husband have another dog who was dumped at my sister’s property with two other siblings. Fortunately there were loving people who made homes for these animals, but there isn’t always someone available with a home to give to these poor trashcan dogs.

So this is my message, based on giving you dog dumpers the benefit of the doubt. You may believe that just because the home where you stop to dump the dog you don’t want is large, rural or has a lot of land that there is a nice farmer’s wife there who is going to take the dog in. You are having a fantasy dream. I’m going to give you a reality dream, and I hope it wakes you screaming tonight, and every night until you learn your lesson. What most likely happened is that cute little dog from the litter your bitch produced because you didn’t bother to get her spayed got hit by a car. You may drive down that road in a day or so to see if she’s still there, but if she was hit by a car and not killed instantly, she probably wandered off into the brush and died slowly, in great pain, wondering what she did wrong that you threw her out of her mother’s home.  If it was a rural enough road, she might not have been hit by a car, but she became food for a predator that is able to survive outside the city limits, and feeds on small mammals, Oh, and by the way, coyotes have to eat. It’s YOUR FAULT if that puppy became coyote chow, not the coyote’s. Or, worst of all, she never found a place to be warm and loved, and she starved to death. You brought a slow, lonely death on that innocent dog just because you didn’t want to go to the bother of taking her to a shelter where she might find a home, or didn’t bother to ask your family or friends if they would like to have a puppy. Or you couldn’t be bothered to have her mother spayed.

Here’s the thing; if you don’t want to take care of your pets, don’t have one. There are so many dogs that need homes that shelters become overcrowded, along with being underfunded, and some must be euthanized. There are no kill shelters, but the directors of those places must spend so much time trying to raise donations to keep animals that are not adopted that they too become overcrowded and stretched thin.

Okay, maybe you are short of cash and that’s why you haven’t had your pets spayed or neutered. I understand. Been there. There are low cost spay and neuter days sponsored by the Humane Societies and some of the large chain pet supply stores. You need to have your pets altered so that these unwanted puppies will become a thing of the past.

And just in case I’m giving you too much credit for actually caring about the living creatures you bring into the world through your negligence, just because your unaltered male is fathering puppies with every bitch in the neighborhood, it doesn’t mean you are a stud. Being a responsible pet owner, now THAT’S sexy. Get your dogs fixed.