Saying for the day:Properly trained, a man can be dog's best friend. ~Corey Ford
Does there come a day when a dog ceases to be a puppy and becomes a responsible dog?
Yesterday we had a terrible day with Maggie, our not yet a year old Springer Spaniel.
First she dug under the fence and found a baby mouse. She played with it like a chew toy tossing it up into the air until Betty made her leave it. But then her feet were covered with dirt and she got dirt all over the rug.
Then she chewed the corner out of a sofa pillow and when we made her stop doing that she went behind the big chair and started chewing on that.
She had a huge number of toys all of which she has destroyed, pulled to pieces.
Now she has discovered another way to annoy us. She barks to go out. Well the yard is fenced so that’s ok. We open the sliding door and she goes half way out. There she stands. The cold air is coming in and she isn’t budging. What she wants is one of us to go out with her. Poor Betty usually ends up doing that.
When does she grow up? Will she? Will we have any furniture left?
@@@@ News from Pigeon Falls-The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal–Yesterday Petrovich shared with Pigeon Falls the first draft of his biography of the great Russian Poet and seer Alexis Grengicoff . This is the rest of that draft.
It was decided on by Alexis and his Monk disciple the Alexis would describe the vision and the monk would wrote them down. His mother, who considered the visions a gift from God supplied the very best writing parchment and pens.The separate visions were called driblets and given a number . It is obvious from the driblets that the visions caused Alexis a great deal of pain. To ease this pain Alexis began to drink extensively but this only seemed to increase the visions and to make them more intense.
Alexis saw and his Monk disciple wrote down visions of World War I and World War II. He saw tanks and planes and even a vision of what had to be an Atomic bomb destroying a city.
The problem is that the driblets were placed in the library of the monastery and forgotten. The events predicted came and went and nobody knew about the driblets.
With the coming of the Soviet Union the Monks hid all the contents of their library and pretended to be peasant farmers. Soviet soldiers ransacked the Monastery and took everything of value.
With the end of the Soviet Union the Monks and their followers returned to the monastery. They brought back the library and then rediscovered the driblets. One of the Monks was Aneras A Petrovich who contacted a relative in America and told him of the driblets.
Today's Link-Lettuce Eating- A sad story but worth a read.
The day started off well enough as my oxygen was two points up into the normal range which meant that for most of the day I didn't have to lug the oxygen bottle around. But then I went to Ebay and discovered that the person who won my train couldn't get through to Pay Pal to pay me because somewhere in the Ebay system my old e-mail address still existed. Now I had corrected that to the new address at both places. This prevented PayPal from crediting my account. It took all morning and calls to PayPal and an online chat with Ebay to get it all straight, It was high stress. But we finally worked it out. Then my sister called with good news that my nephew , the football coach made the front page of the Marquette Mining Journal. I went on line and got the article. Betty and I went to the Post Office and mailed out the Engine. The dog must have read the blog because it was extra good all day. Now I need a breathing treatment.