A Ghost in Landscape Mode

A Special Report from our ‘Rover’ reporter, Ghost the Dog:

Hi Peoplekind!

This photo shows me thinking. It might look like sleeping, but you can see I have one eye open. I do my best thinking when I’m in ‘landscape mode’ – and what better place to stretch out than on a people couch!

Right now, I’m thinking about what The Gamma Dog (owner of this blog but not owner of me) meant when she told me politicians are sometimes kind of whackadoodle (it’s an election year and The Gamma Dog tells me all sorts of things when we go for a walk. I don’t think anyone else wants to listen to her anymore). A Wackadoodle – all I’ve come up with so far is that it must be a kind of poodle cross that I’ve not seen  at the dog park.

I’m not that impressed with Poodles, really. Our common ancestor was a prehistoric wolf! I see a lot of wolf in me, but a poodle – well let’s just say they developed along a branch that should have been lopped off before it got as far as it did.

The Gamma Dog  tells me that because I am a dog, I don’t see as many colours as some people. (I don’t really remember what issue we were discussing when we got onto this topic.) I’m red-green colour blind. The Car Guy is colour blind too, so we have that in common. When I visit their house, I am The Car Guy’s shop dog. I don’t get to go into the house. I thought when I quit piddling a lot, I might get a house pass. Sadly no. The Gamma Dog says if I could leave my coat outside, she’d let me in. (I shed a lot…) Plus, she says I can’t chew sticks in the house and I can’t knock stuff off shelves with my tail. That would be a lot to give up just to see if her couch is comfortable.

Well, that’s if for now. I really have to go to sleep but if you want to read more about me, just click on Ghost.




Saying Goodbye to The Fisherman

I recently read the book “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes and Other Lessons from the Crematory” by Caitlin Doughty. It is a witty and thought provoking look at the history of caring for the dead and how the process has been sanitized by today’s funeral industry. The author explains the process of cremation in some detail – all very fascinating if you are interested in options to the ‘casket in the ground’ type of burial.

The Car Guy’s dad, The Fisherman, passed away in October 2017. The Fisherman was cremated. It was a good choice because a number of events, including the weather, made it preferable for us to hold a burial service the following June.

As the date for interment approached, our family discussed what kind of special box or urn we would use for the ashes. We decided that a wine bottle in a wood presentation box would be an excellent choice because The Fisherman had made his own wine for decades.

The Car Guy filled one wine bottle with ashes for the cemetery. With the remaining ashes, he filled several half bottles and three spice size jars.

A half bottle now sits on a shelf in The Car Guys Garage, a place where father and son had worked every Wednesday for many years building and fixing things, including  a Yellow Challenger T/A, a Corvette, and a Fargo half ton.

The spice jars were perfect for the ‘road trips’ where his ashes were scattered – at the farm where he was raised and two of his favourite fishing places.

As for the Cemetery Interment, we knew it was going to be a ‘do it yourself’ project because the cemetery was a very  rural, ‘old school’ sort of place that let you do that sort of thing. We also knew the ground was rock hard. But we didn’t need a very wide hole, so a post hold digger was the logical tool to use.

The Fisherman’s Daughter conducted the service, a lunch was served at a country hall, and a two day Family Reunion was held at a rural retreat – all were the perfect way to say good-bye to The Fisherman.

If people concentrated on the really important things in life, there’d be a shortage of fishing poles.
-Doug Larson –

And That Ended The Card Game

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…