CHAMPION

Today it's all about the dog. Those who don't want to read about cute dog stuff are excused.

Lloyd's dog, Speedy is a natural menace to impertinent birds, piratical kitties, terrorist squirrels and obstreperous bunnies. He will yank my arm painfully if one of these critters happens to cross our path during our daily walk. He also kills flies, which he traps against the patio door—and snakes. Not that I've actually seen him kill one, but he does this victory dance that involves rolling around on the ground. When I go to see what he is doing, there is a dead snake, bitten nearly through in several places.

Speedy's Victory Dance
Yes, he actually has the snake in his mouth!

Speedy and I went to the first of eight training sessions at PetSmart on Friday. I need the course, because I never paid too much attention while my uncle Marion was training his dogs—who all became models of deportment, and most of whom were sold to people who wanted to own an AKC Champion quality dog.

My uncle was so famous for his training that a prominent family in our town asked him to train their dogs. He declined, saying, "I'll train your dogs when you train your children."

Anyroad, whether Speedy will attain AKC Championship behavior is not the point of the classes. I just want him to learn the usual good-dog repetoire—come, sit, down, stay, pick-it-up, bring-it-here, drop-it, walk-to-heel, on-your-bed, off-the-couch. I would also like him to learn that he is allowed a three-bark limit for strangers and wildlife. That will take some time, but I'm getting a squirt bottle to spray his rump with water when he barks. That will not hurt him, but will startle him into breaking the bark cycle. I understand that a Super-Soaker is better for outside, as it will carry further.

The word of the day for August 24, 2008 is "champion" — Pronunciation:  \ˈcham-pē-ən\
Function:  noun
Etymology:  Middle English, from Anglo-French, from Medieval Latin campion-, campio, of West Germanic origin; akin to Old English cempa warrior
Date: 13th century
1: warrior, fighter. 2: a militant advocate or defender [a champion of civil rights]. 3: one that does battle for another's rights or honor [God will raise me up a champion — Sir Walter Scott]. 4: a winner of first prize or first place in competition; also : one who shows marked superiority [a champion at selling].

Our quote for the day is from William Bolitho (1890–1930), British author. “Woodrow Wilson,” Twelve Against the Gods (1930):

     Wilson adventured for the whole of the human race. Not as a servant, but as a champion. So pure was this motive, so unflecked with anything that his worst enemies could find, except the mildest and most excusable, a personal vanity, practically the minimum to be human, that in a sense his adventure is that of humanity itself. In Wilson, the whole of mankind breaks camp, sets out from home and wrestles with the universe and its gods.

;^) Jan

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DISAPPOINT

I've decided to put the word of the day at the bottom of the posting with the quote—no reason, just a whim.

Last Sunday Lloyd and I had planned to go to my sister's retirement party. I planned to be gone, at the most, for ten hours—my sister lives about 170 miles away: three hours one-way. Sister said we couldn't bring Speedy, because Sadie, her daughter's dog (a South African ridgeback cross) would already be . As the two dogs had never met, sister didn't want them (or the dogs and Lloyd) to be alone together while we were at the party. Not a problem, I thought. Speedy could stay at home out in his pen. To ease Lloyd's mind, I arranged for the neighbor lady to look occasionally out at Speedy.

As we left the house, Lloyd made a point to look out the patio door at the dog. Speedy was all settled in between the doghouse and his food and water bowls, cooling it. Lloyd got in the car; we drove off. He started this conversation about why the dog had not come with us. I had to repeat the conversation we had had several times over the past week. Maybe I got a little sharp. I don't think so, but Lloyd is very sensitive to being "yelled at." He was sulking by the time we got to Matfield Green Service Area, about 50 miles from home.

I meant to stop for gas before we got on the turnpike, but I got distracted. Theoretically, I had enough gas to get to Olathe, but making the car run on fumes is not a good idea. Anyway, as we were pulling into Matfield Green Service Area, Lloyd asked if I meant to get gas there. No, I said, we'd [I had] already decided that we would stop in Emporia. I just need to use the necessary. Well! Lloyd said he didn't want to get out of the car. So when I got back in, he was looking all pitiful. As I got back on the turnpike, I noticed a tear trickling down his cheek.

"Do you want to turn around and go home," I asked? "It would be best," he said. So he had to wait until I could turn around at the Cattle Pens, because there isn't a closer turn-around. Plus, I had to stop and gas up at Matfield Green, even though gas was fifteen cents more expensive there than it would have been at Emporia. When we got home Speedy was lying in his doghouse, asleep. After getting Lloyd settled, I got take-out barbeque and just as I started back home it started pouring. Ah, well, I drove into the garage, so I didn't get wet.

The word of the day for August 23, 2008 is "disappoint" — dis·ap·point
Pronunciation: \ˌdis-ə-ˈpȯint\
Function: verb
Etymology: Middle English disapointen to dispossess, from Middle French desapointer, from des- dis- + appointer to arrange — more at appoint
Date: 15th century
transitive verb : to fail to meet the expectation or hope of : frustrate <the team disappointed its fans> intransitive verb : to cause disappointment <where the show disappoints most is in the work of the younger generation — John Ashbery>.

Our quote for the day is from Alan Beck, “What Is a Husband?” Good Housekeeping Jul 57:

     What is a husband? He is the one who, with a touch, can bring back the starlight and glow of years long ago. At least he hopes he can—don’t disappoint him.

;^) Jan

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August 2, 2008

The word of the day for August 2, 2008 is "maturity" — noun — 1: the quality or state of being MATURE; especially : full development. 2: termination of the period that an obligation has to run.

Laundry day today. I've been putting it off far too long. People will stop in the street and stare. Speedy (aka Bubbles) will hang his head in shame to be seen with me.

Now that Lloyd's dog is a year old, I have decided that "Bubbles" is not a good name. As Lloyd can't remember the dog's name anyhow, and I find it hard to call, "Here, Bubbles," without snickering, I've decided to call him what Lloyd does—Speedy—a more macho name, even if it does derive from Speed Bump.

Speedy checking for desperate kitties.



Speedy in typical pose atop Lloyd's knees—note one ear up, the other lopping over.



Speedy checking out the aftermath of the Independence Day Celebration

I'm thinking of this name change in line with those cultures in which people have "call names." One does not ask, "What's your name?" One asks, "What may I call you?" When the child goes through the tribe's adulthood ceremony (like the Bar/Bat Mizvah or Confirmation) he receives a new name that means something to him or the tribe. A name change is a good marker for the division between childhood and adulthood. Of course, new expressive names for life changes could get out of hand. "Good morning, Kicks-Tires." "Howdy, Watches-from-the-Corner-Window. How's your hubby doing?" "Oh, Dances-with-Prozac is thinking of cleaning out the garage this weekend."

Our quote for the day is from St. Paul, Bible: New Testament, 1 Corinthians 13:11:

     When I was a child, I spoke like a child, Ithought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became an adult, I put an end to childish ways.

;^) Jan

GWOTD, August 1, 2008

The word of the day for August 1, 2008 is "palpitation" — noun — : the act or state of beating rapidly and strongly : throb.

Happy Lughnasadh to all you practicing Pagans. Happy Lammas to those who are taking their lambs to be blessed. I suppose you could call this Happy Retirement Day for my sister, Drgns4ever. This is her last day of work at the library, and she has PLANS.

One of my friends and co-workers, Vicki, came over this morning to talk to Jim, who sits next to me. She was hyperventilating and complained of chest pains. He and I talked her into going down to Central Medical, our nearest First Aid Station. The nurses there sent Vicki to the nearest hospital emergency room. Her supervisor's office assistant (that's newspeak for secretary) Teresa, went along for moral support. The emergency room personnel finally gave Vicki a pain killer, which lessened her anxiety level, as well as lessening the pain. Although they are not classing her illness as a heart attack, they are keeping her overnight for observation and further tests. Anyone who wants to add a prayer for Vicki's recovery is welcome. I'm also praying blessings on Jim and Teresa for being there in the time of need.

Our quote for the day is from Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. “Civil Disobedience,” originally published as “Resistance to Civil Government” (1849), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 4, p. 358, Houghton Mifflin (1906):

     A common and natural result of an undue respect for law is, that you may see a file of soldiers, colonel, captain, corporal, privates, powder-monkeys, and all, marching in admirable order over hill and dale to the wars, against their wills, ay, against their common sense and consciences, which makes it very steep marching indeed, and produces a palpitation of the heart.

;^) Jan

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