Hi again. My name is Ghost. I’m this blogger’s daughter’s dog. The last time I ‘blogged’, I was back in Puppy Classes again. I think they went rather well for my owners. I wasn’t as impressed, because apparently I am going to have to get used to ‘coming when I’m called’ and all sorts of other infringements on my love of absolute freedom.
Freedom to do what I want. Case in point is this ‘incident’ from before puppy classes. I had a sleep-over at the aunt’s house. The whole family was playing cards on this flat topped piece of wood (that looked like the floor). They called it a ‘table’, but I didn’t have one of those at my house yet, so how was I to know that it was off limits to me!?
Anyway, I thought it would be okay if I joined the card game, so with a speed that surprised even me, I unlocked, launched and landed right onto the middle of the table. Then I settled down to wait for whatever might happen next.
For a minute, Auntie and the family had that look on their faces that people get when something unexpected happens, even though that unexpected thing was within the realm of possibilities of what a free spirited puppy might do if it is… lets say curious.
Later, when Auntie was asked why she didn’t immediately scoot me down off the table, she explained, “It was like watching a train wreck. Suddenly there was a dog in the middle of the table. We could either get the dog off the table or we could all just get our phones out and take pictures of the ‘damage’…”
For more stories about me, click this link: Ghost (that’s my name). Ghost, now you see me on the floor, now you see me on the table, now you see me in the dog house… again…
My name is Ghost. I am this blogger’s Grand-dog. I’m still a puppy. A really big puppy.
The two-leggers take me to Car Shows. When we aren’t looking at cars, they tie me to the bumper of their Mustang. Then they give me a stick.
I chew the stick while I think about pulling the bumper right off the car. I think I could do that if I really wanted to.
It is one thing to think I could do it. It is another thing to think about what would happen if I did do it… Treats and tummy rubs might be in short supply for a while.
Last week I forgot I was attached to the weaker of the two-leggers. I pulled on the leash too hard, and the two-legger tipped turtle. She scraped her knee. No treats and tummy rubs for the rest of the morning.
When I’m older, will the scent of a rabbit be tempered with anything? Will I ever have control over what my nose tells me to do?
I used to look at Smokey and think, “If you were a little smarter you could tell me what you were thinking,” and he’d look at me like he was saying, “If you were a little smarter, I wouldn’t have to.”
– Fred Jungclaus –
Promise me you’ll always remember: You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.
– Winnie the Pooh (by A.A. Milne) –
Six years ago I wrote a post called A Perfect Storm – The Motorcycle Accident. It was the story of the day (Friday, July 13!) that The Car Guy and the Harley abruptly parted company – both landing in a farmer’s field, both with considerable damage.
I reread that post yesterday. I also reread all the comments left on posts then and after the event – words of encouragement, concern and prayers for a speedy recovery! Thanks again, from the bottom of my Canadian heart, to all these kind bloggers who reached out to me during those dark days:
Some of these writers are still blogging! Some have ‘ceased blogging operations’ and moved on. The ‘ceased’ bloggers – some left a farewell message; some just packed up (I envision it as happening on a dark and stormy night) and disappeared, leaving us all to wonder what they moved on to, or if they are actually ‘deceased’!
Now, for the update on The Car Guy. There were certainly some interesting and amusing moments during his recovery from a Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI). For the first few months, he was unable to retain memories, but more spectacularly – sometimes he saw people that the rest of us couldn’t see!
One afternoon he woke up after a nap in the Guest Room at the Cabin and announced there were puppy faces on the ceiling over the bed. This was a new hallucination. He insisted I come and look. We stretched out on the bed and looked up at the wood paneled ceiling.
“See – there.” He pointed at the wood grain knots and swirls. “Two eyes and a nose. And over there. Two eyes, a nose and ears. And another one over there!”
Relief – yes, I could see puppy faces in the knots and swirls too! Then – I thought about all the people who had slept in that bed, but had never mentioned seeing puppy faces! It takes a certain freedom of thought, I guess, to see things like that.
I think of those puppy faces when I read the news. Much of Mainstream Media (MMM) has the single goal of telling you what you should think. Often their message is biased and designed to create fear. They want you to only see what they see in their knots and swirls.
Fortunately, there are many Not Really Mainstream Media (NRMMM) sources of positive messages that encourage the grand diversity of human thought. They encourage you to look beyond the knots and swirls for the other messages.
We recently became ‘Grandparents’ to a puppy, though the term ‘puppy’ seems odd for a dog that never was very small and is growing really quickly. Our daughter and her husband are taking their puppy, Ghost, to puppy classes and are making good progress in establishing themselves as the ‘Alpha Dogs’! This training is quickly forgotten, however, in the excitement of a day here at our rural Red House. We joke that I am so far down in the dog’s ‘hierarchy of obedience’ alphabet that I am the ‘Gamma Dog’.
“So many smells. I wonder if any of them are dog approved food. The ‘Alpha Dog Lady’ sure didn’t like the dead gopher I found here last week.”
“Sniffing, running, digging, rolling! People – I need a bowl of water!”
“And I’m done. Could someone carry me to the car?”