Saturday, December 8, 2012

Second Helping 

Dogs mark the passing of time even though we don’t wear watches. Instead we quickly understand when we are likely to eat, expel waste, go for a walk, be groomed, play with a chosen toy, ride in a car, be left alone or sleep. 
However, Sundays are notable in terms of canine timekeeping because we have learned to expect longer walks and many opportunities to sleep on that day; and today’s post is about sleeping.
Many humans seem to disapprove of sleeping during the day. Probably the very same humans pride themselves on getting up early in the morning for no apparent reason. They believe (and often comment) that napping in the daytime is time-wasting and lazy. Well – yes. That’s why I like it.
My advice is that you should fully appreciate sleep as a natural gift. Personally I’ve never woken to find I’ve missed anything I care about.
Moira has asked me to include the opening paragraphs of her book-in-progress, ‘Small White Dog’:

     Yesterday my dog spoke to me for the first time. I wasn’t as surprised as I might have thought for he’s quite often given me long looks of disturbing intensity conveying an urgent need to communicate, his whisker pads puckering as if in an effort to form a word, but he’s previously only managed a single sharp bark of frustration.
     Not so yesterday. His first words to me were, “I wish you’d change my water.”
     I looked up from The Guardian, wondering where the voice had come from. Tony walked over and stood at my knee, gazing up into my face with bright, humourless eyes.
     “You haven’t changed it for two days. There’s a film of dust I don’t like.”
     It was true, of course. Dogs never lie. I have not been cruel to him but I have neglected him. He used to be Bess’s dog. 


Thought for the Day
Take pleasure in another’s happiness. 
(You only need do this for a few seconds and it helps if it’s someone you like.)
Favourite Things 
Actor:     Joe the Dog (Reggie in the Jesse Stone series)
Film:       Jeremiah Johnson
Book:     Right Ho, Jeeves by P G Wodehouse
Food:     Fish & chips
Song of the Week
A Heart With Your Name On It by Kara Square







10 comments:

  1. A promising start of a book.
    When I lived in the country I often communicated verbally with a horse. Unfortunately not in the same language. It didn't matter, we still got on fine. She always greeted me loudly while gently laying down her rather heavy head on my shoulder while I hugged her neck.
    Then she died. I missed her much. She was beautiful and had good taste in men.

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    1. Thanks for the feedback on the opening of my book, Timberman. It's very much appreciated.

      Moira

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  2. Hello Mr Timberman. I am very pleased (tail wagging fast) that you have come back again to my blog; and thank you for telling me the story of your empathetic friendship with a fellow animal. It makes me happy. The mare did indeed have good taste and I have good taste in my friends!

    Best wishes
    Tony

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  3. Bonjour Tony ....

    It is true that each animal has its own language, sometimes difficult to grasp, but they have an advantage over us (and I am well placed to know) They understand us.
    Yes, you read that right: "They understand our words, our intonations" ....
    Is not it Tony!
    Often we are obliged to "trick" our words, to avoid a chain reaction .... which could be uncontrollable.
    For example, just say "Well, I go in garden" .... and all this little world is at the door before me .... While all seemed asleep (only one eye of course) ....

    Even our friends cats (I hope they are not your enemies) also have this peculiarity .... Different in behavior, but very close in the reaction, and spontaneity ....
    You, my dear Tony, you talked about, dialogued .... Hum! What an advantage for you ....
    I am eager to know following your of your adventure ....
    I wish you a pleasant Sunday .....

    Dan

    PS: Your mistress Moira, sings for you, sometimes?

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    1. Vous comprenez chiens extrêmement bien, M. Dan. Nous comprenons chaque nuance infime de la communication humaine: l'expression, le ton de la voix, le langage corporel, parfum. Malheureusement, beaucoup d'hommes ne comprennent pas les chiens! Ce n'est pas vrai dans votre cas, cependant. Parfois, la parole empêche une communication claire, tu ne crois pas? Vous m'avez donné un thème pour mon prochain blog.

      En ce qui concerne les chats: Je ne me sens pas l'inimitié envers eux, mais je ne les comprends pas non plus. Personne ne fait!

      Je suis heureux que vous visitez ma page.

      votre ami
      Tony Russell

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  4. I must thoroughly agree with you, Tony. Sleep rules! And yes, us human-folk under appreciate it. You know who likely appreciates it as much as you? My dear kitty friend, Murmur. She sleeps here, there, and everywhere! (Of course, some of the spots look mighty uncomfortable. I can't begin to understand that.) I think you and Murmur might get along. She likes to fetch! :) Thank you kindly for sharing my little tune. I know your name is on many hearts.

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    1. Hello again, Ms Kara. As I have said to M. Dan, I quite like cats but I don't understand them. Dogs are very forthright but we find cats rather tricky sometimes. I would love to have a game of fetch with Murmur, though. We could pretend we were hunting together. I prefer toys that squeak (just a hint there).

      I shall be Favouriting more of your songs. Why? Because they're my favourites!

      Best wishes
      Tony Russell

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  5. And I must favorite YOU, Mr. Russell, as Kara and her songs are among my favorites, too!!! ;-)

    (((hugs)))
    Keely Bush

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  6. Woof, woof and many wags of my curly tail. Thank you, Ms Keely. I hope you visit again soon. We clearly share the same taste in music.

    Your friend
    Tony Russell

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