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I waaas trying to write a blog about pictures

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However, as I tried to write, Louis, our dog, wants me to toss his ball for him. ( That’s pronounced LOOwee in proper Cajun fashion, in case you’re wondering.)

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He keeps dropping the ball on my keyboard, to get my attention, but simultaneously leading

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to interesting effects. Since –he+’s +most insistent, I’m going to go and throw the ball with him.

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See you tomorrow.8.9+

Conspiracy du Jour

Stephen M. Katz | The Virginian-Pilot

Stephen M. Katz | The Virginian-Pilot

I am not one to jump to conclusions. For example, I don’t believe that Elvis and Jimmy Hoffa were taken by aliens or that the automakers can make a car get hundreds of miles to the gallon but refuse to employ the technology. Everyone knows that it’s Big Oil that has destroyed those secrets.

Dave Austin fans will be relieved to know that I don’t believe that pigs live in trees, and I think Rover is just a faithful puppy sitting by the doggie door.

However…

There have been odd happenings, some very close to home.

First, Old Dominion University here in Norfolk, VA has a lion as its logo and mascot. A resident in the area near Old Dominion called 911 and reported that a lion was loose in her neighborhood. Old Dominion officials checked to see if one of their lions had escaped, but all were accounted for. Come to find out, it was a dog – a labradoodle – with a weird haircut. (Virginian-Pilot Story here)

Add to that the fact that in Virginia Beach, while its owner was gone another dog managed to turn on the stove, setting fire to the house.

It just so happens that these – and other strange events have occurred right when the asteroid Apophis passed by earth. This so called “Doomsday Asteroid” may someday smash into the earth ending life as we know it, or at least becoming “Breaking News” on cable news.

Dogs impersonating other species? Dogs operating major appliances? A killer asteroid passes near earth? Coincidence? I don’t think so.

If you’re not convinced, add this fact. As I write this, the Consumer Electronic Show (CES) – a trade exhibit of the latest in gadgets is being held in Las Vegas. It’s a geek and engineer event. So?

Today ABC News ran a story today with the headline “Snooki Brings Her Style to CES”.

Honked Off!

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I admit it! I get honked off at people!

The guy who drove in the right lane and then made the illegal left turn right in front of me.

The person who opened up the package of lunch meat, ate half of it, then put it back in the cooler at Wal-Mart so I could buy it (yuk!)

The clown coming out of the theater who was loudly talking about the surprise conclusion of the movie I was waiting in line to see.

Every boss I’ve ever had (at one time or another – even the best ones [with the possible exception of Ron]).

I get honked off!

We all do!

However, (you knew there would be a “however”) let’s put things in perspective.

After the illegal left turn, if I wasn’t involved in an accident, it’s over. Forever. Period. Done.

If that person was hungry, I wish I would have known. I’d have given him the rest of the lunch meat, some bread, some chips, and a few other things to go with it.

The movie spoiler? Was anything in my entire existence impacted by knowing the ending of the movie? Remember “When Harry Met Sally” when Harry said he always read the end of the book “in case he died.” I wasn’t impressed then (as Nora Ephron intended) nor am I now.

Honked off at bosses? I’ve been a boss – many times. I’m sure every one of my employees had at least one day (and only one day – if I’m lucky) in which they got honked off at me.

So, why am I bringing this up?

“Peace on earth and to men (and women and children) of good will”

Let’s take the next few days to be people of good will. For one another, but also for ourselves.

Smile at the harried clerk at the checkout and wish him or her a Merry Christmas. They may be happy to have a job, but it’s a demanding job, nevertheless. (Been there, done that.)

You know you’ve got a dollar somewhere – put it into the Salvation Army kettle – even if you did so yesterday. It’s a DOLLAR, for crying out loud! (Okay, the economy sucks. If you can do a quarter – even that will help. If you can’t – that’s quite a bit different from “you won’t.” When you can – you know…)

Call a friend – better yet the friend who honked you off so long ago you can’t even remember how or why.

Give your kids a hug and tell them how special they are.

If you have a spouse or special someone, tell them that Mistletoe is optional.

After all that, kick your shoes off, make yourself comfortable and relax. You’ve earned it.

It’s a great time of year, isn’t it?

Hey! Wasn’t I honked off at the beginning of this blog?

Animal Tales

The two children who are still at home each have a cat. We adopted them from the same place and they allegedly are from the same litter, but I sometimes have my doubts. My son’s cat, Smokey, who has shown up in this blog before is primarily striped, with just a touch of calico/tortoise shell and short haired. He dotes on my son, waiting for him on the stairway near the front door when he is due home from school. He follows Adam around like a puppy. Each morning as each person gets up, Smokey needs some attention and he meows loudly as though he’s part Siamese. Think gregarious.

Katie’s cat, Sam, was a long haired kitten and is still long haired in certain areas. Her tail is narrow near her body and then bushes out at the end. The long hair around her face has an uncanny resemblance to Martin Van Buren‘s muttonchops. Although she is very affectionate to my daughter, except for first thing in the morning she is less so. You don’t have to be threatening to frighten her.  If you think too hard about her, she’ll run and hide under the bed.

President Martin Van Buren – I would have included a picture of Sam the cat for comparison, but she’s hiding under the bed.

Louis (pronounced Louie as in King Louis) the dog is just a plain predictable dog. Think an overly affectionate slobber generator who wants to play. Or maybe it’s eat. Or maybe play. Or – SQUIRREL! You get the picture.

And of course, there’s Alex. As with most birds, Alex could be Alexander or Alexandra; other birds can tell so they really don’t worry about whether we humans can or not. He can charm when he wants, but when he feels offended, or ignored, or just feels like it, he can be a royal pain. Which phrases he uses and whether he speaks or just glares also change with his mood.

Why am I telling you this?

With two children in those teen and pre-teen stages, I sometimes have difficulty dealing with their moods, attitudes, and communication style.

Looking at the pets I think, maybe it’s just natural.

Neither Fit for Man nor Beast

I repaired the antenna where the dog had chewed it. I had the kids, the tools and the supplies out in the semi-dark and full dark under the not-so inviting glare of the halogen work lights. Naturally a problem like this couldn’t happen during the long days of summer. Nope, it waits until the early darkness days of fall.

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In any case, I fixed it.

I buried as much of the new cable as I could under the mulch so as not to attract the dog.

I used black duct tape to tape what I could to the antenna mast. So he wouldn’t be able to get at it.

Then to discourage the dog from hanging around the antenna, I placed mothballs around its base.

My son worried that the dog might eat them. I told him not to worry, that dogs found the smell repulsive.

As I cleaned up the tools and supplies, I realized that some of the smell of the mothballs had clung to me.

My mind immediately went to the days of my youth and visiting great aunts and uncles and having that pervasive smell of mothballs. How the smell would cling to you forever.

I don’t know if the smell will keep the dog away, but I’m glad the other end of the connection is in the house.

Because I’m certainly not going out anywhere near that smell.

Dog Days

As you know, yesterday I wrote about 2 of the four cats of the apocalypse. How they reign terror and destruction.

I didn’t anticipate the possibilitly that the dog could read.

I never discussed the fact that I had written about the cats. There’s no way he could have overheard a discussion. Nevertheless, somehow he seems to have known.

His response?

He ate my ham radio antenna.

Actually, not the whole antenna, just the coax and RF isolator (don’t worry about knowing what each is – the fact is he knocked me off the air.)

Bottom line – in a fit of pique after seeing the cats being featured, he decided to strike back, and an effective strike it was.

After the cats’ and dog’s actions, I plan on disconnecting all the telephone lines as pre-emptive effort before the parrot calls someone and creates significant issues. If the police, fire department or a semi-tractor trailed load of pistachios show up, it will be the third phase of the pets-against-me-attack.

Don’t be fooled by the innocent expression.

Wish me luck.