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Remember…with JOY!

The holidays are on the way – It’s time to those remember those we have loved.

Christmas always awakens memories in us. Of times past. Of friends past. Of friends gone. I browsed through my photo file with this in mind. At first, my reaction was sadness. The sense of loss depressed me. Then I realized how foolish I was being. How fortunate I have been to have had such love in my life! I’d encourage all of you to look back, think of those loved, and lift a joyous glass to have had the privilege of their company. Memories are treasures!

Super Trooper a real lover

 

My friend for 13 years, Oreo.

 

Dan the fan asking DL, “When is your next book coming out!”

 

Chet “Coach on the left, the Geezer in the middle, and Miss Betty right – once in a lifetime friends

 

Missy #1 our loved friend for 23 years.

 

Sister Gracie Walag

 

My beloved Sandy

With profound joy and happiness…A toast to you all. Thank you for some of the finest moments of my life.

 

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What scares me this Halloween? My list…

I think I’ll stay in bed on October 31st. If I crawl under the covers the ghosts and goblins won’t find me.

I asked the Geezer what Halloween was about. I’ve seen ads on TV. As I understand it, Halloween is a holiday that celebrates scaring humans shitless. (Pardon my French) Asking the Geezer was a mistake. He explained the holiday, it’s background, it’s traditions, it’s international connections, the impact on GNP, the effect of candy on children’s teeth, the average number of steps kids make trick or treating, and so on. That’s a mistake I won’t make again. When the speech finished, I knew the same basic: Halloween is the day folks try to terrify each other. One of the things the Geezer did…provide me with a list of things that horrify humans. Decaying Bodies, vampires, chain saw killers, the IRS. Horrible to humans, not to canines! I eat bats, I’m not stupid enough to get close to anyone running a chain saw, and dead bodies have never attacked a dog. The IRS, the FBI, the NKVD, maybe a little. I’ve decided to make my own list of what scares we canines (or at least, me).

Sandspurs completely covering my bathroom area — Ouch!

These weeds are the bane of my existence!

Huge cats stalking our neighborhood!

It haunts my dreams!

Empty dishes!

Hunger, Starvation, oh woe is me!

The Government!

Dog catchers at work! shiver!

I need to add Dr. Fauci to the list. As I just learned from TV, he tortures puppies to death in his medical experiments.

The big green truck! It has a huge mouth and makes strange noises!

Aaarrrgh! Varoom! Beep, beep, beep! Vast amounts of “stuff” disappears inside of it!

think my list is more terrifying! If you don’t think so, BOOOOO to you!

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Some of you asked about what the Geezer is doing. Go to the right margin of this post, find the link that says, DLHavlin(blog) or DLHavlin –that’s his webpage. He has two new books out, including one anthology featuring the Oak Ridge Boys.

 

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When a disaster hits…Please think of us!

 

This is just a reminder note to all you pet owners. Please, please, please see to all dogs, cats, birds, rabbits, and all your other non-human friends safety, when disaster knocks on the door. Aren’t we your buddies? Just because many of us have four legs, not two, doesn’t make us any less loyal. Most of us provide you with unconditional love. Should you do less for your friends? Locking us in a room with a few bowls of food doesn’t get it. Would you do that to Aunt Pamela? Or your neighbor Fred? Take us with you and provide for us. Do you really thing we can survive something like you see below?

Rarely can a pet survive this!

Do you want your friend to end up like the ones below?

A welcome helping hand.

 

Stranded! Be better than __________!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Please take care of us when disaster strikes!

Learning to be a big dog.

Brandi can climb the circular staircase to the Geezer’s office.

 

Brandi is growing up! How do I know that? Obviously, she’s getting bigger! Brandi was born on May 28. So, at 5.5 months she’s up to 51 pounds. The Geezer and Mrs. G. drove all the way to Pennsylvania to get her the 3rd of August. She weighed in at ten, a real flyweight. That is the same weight as Missy, our resident feline. When Brandi first arrived the two of them played together as equals. Mrs. G had no worries…then! The five to one size ratio has changed that. Brandi has decided that the cat should like to play tumble, a game where the dog plays the ‘tumblor’ and the cat plays the ‘tumblee.’ She rolls the cat around on the floor with her nose. The cat seems unconcerned. Not so Mrs. G.

Brandi on August 4th

Mischievous Missy, Brandi’s playmate.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Brandi is smart and learns very fast. She learned to ring a bell to tell the Geezer to let her out in just 4 days. She’s learned not to chase cars, trailers, and trucks…She caught one standing still and it did not roll over like Missy. She knows the sound of her food dish being touched. Where her food is stored. The sound of the refrigerator opening means eating time. The drawer where her treats are kept. Which person is most likely to drop something from the table while eating. Do you see a recurrent theme? She sits, presents her paw on demand, stays (when watched), and comes always hoping there’s a treat in it for her.

Brandi rings the bell. She’s not driving away witches. She’s ringing her potty bell

 

Brandi sitting, hoping for a treat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What hasn’t she learned? The world is not a chew toy. Putting her paws on people’s chests to do the rumba isn’t winning friends or influencing humans. The toilet is not the fountain of youth. Fifty pound lap dogs are only popular if they lie still, and don’t try to eat buttons, sleeves, arms, and boobs. Jumping over a couch is not parallel to becoming a feminist aviator like Emilia Earhart. Shoes, bras, and underwear don’t fall into any food group. No is a word the cancel-culture hasn’t cancelled.

Brandi made her first trip to one of the Geezer’s book events. She made the four hour journey to Cocoa Beach and Hello Again Books! She got to see him in action talking about his book Blue Water, Red Blood and hear his presentation about how the Florida 1928 hurricane actual caused the birth of the LVT…the Marines primary landing craft in WWII. Most importantly, she didn’t get into trouble.

The Geezer is doing many of his presentations from our home via Zoom. He likes Zoom because it gives him the opportunity to make his presentations to groups all over the nation. Visit his webpage at   www.dlhavlin.com  and use the contact link to find out about him doing one for your group. He’ll be at the Mixon Holiday Festival this Saturday from 9 to 3. It’s located at 2525 27th Street East, Bradenton, FL. At 1 PM will be doing a presentation on Edison’s life in Florida. Look for a sign reading DL Havlin…he’s not the Geezer at book events.

Opps! I’m going to have to leave. Brandi’s chewing on the electric co….

 

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Bell, Book, and Candle?…No Brandi isn’t a witch.

Brandi rings the bell. She’s not driving away witches. She’s ringing her potty bell.

Ring the Bell, close the Book, light the Candle (I hope that’s right) That was a formula for driving away witches in early America. One of the Geezer’s favorite movies is a Jimmy Stewart classic, Bell, Book, and Candle. It’s a great tale, told in a humorous style, about a mortal whose life crosses the path of a family of witches. He falls in love with one. Any mortal man wouldn’t have a problem falling in love with Kim Novak. Believe me, no spell is required. For a few bucks, it’s a great movie to add to your film library. The story holds up well, even in today’s world. It’s only ten times better than most of the manure produced in LA and NYC today. I digress. This is not a movie review.

Brandi is the Geezer’s Golden Retriever puppy, and she’s my little sister. She’s lovable, full of energy, and mule-stubborn. My protegee, is quickly adapting to life in Geezer’s household. She’s intelligent, at times almost too smart. A fast learner, some of Brandi’s new life fits the movie title. I’ll tell you about Brandi’s version of Bell, Book, and Candle.

The Bell…

I have always had a mystic communication link with my humans. They read my needs telepathically. A strong bladder helps. Poor Brandi had issues. How to let Mrs. G and the Geezer know it’s time for a trip downstairs took some brainstorming. Then the Geezer remembered a friend’s method of knowing when his dog’s peeing lamp lighted. Geezer bought a bell, tied it to the door knob, and Walla!…Within a week…Brandi now signals she wants to water flowers by ringing it. 

The Book…

Brandi believes in the theory of universal edibility. We have lots and lots of books around the house. Geezer reads them, he writes them, he collects them. My sister isn’t happy unless she is chewing something and unfortunately, books are readily available. Were available. Most are out of puppy reach. Those that aren’t taste like pepper spray. The books are now returning to the coffee table, etc. Took her three days to lay off books du jour.

The Candle…

When night arrives and the candle goes out, Brandi spends her nights in her crate. She is a puppy and has a way to go in the trust category. Left unattended, unsupervised or unseen…she has a tendency to get in trouble. She hides shoes, chews underwear (particularly Mrs. G’s), stalks the cat, drinks from the forbidden fountain otherwise known as the porcelain bus…things like that. So, she knows two things when the candle goes out. She’s supposed to go nighty-night in her crate. That’s one. Brandi heads to the crate door but remains outside until two happens. A piece of cheese appears inside. She’s training her humans, too.

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Hi! I’m Brandi…

HI! I’m Brandi. I’m Sandy’s understudy. I hope to carry on with her tradition – – – a dog’s eye view of humans.

There comes a time in a dog’s life where she wants to kick back a little, smell the roast beef, and enjoy the next part of life. That time has come for me. Sooooooooooo, let me introduce you to someone who will be writing some of my information pieces on you humans. I give you Brandi! She’s a Golden Retriever just like me! In living color!

I believe a lot of life is the angle you view it from!

Hello! I’m young…I’m energetic…I love life…and I love all you crazy, mixed-up, humans. I’ll be sharing the keyboard with Sandy and the Geezer. Some at first, then more, and more, and more. About me! I’m still getting to learn about myself. I have a different view of things, I do some things well…Run around like crazy, wag my tail so hard my whole rear shakes, eat non-stop, and play hide and seek with Missy…She’s something called a cat. I’m still learning lots. My grammar is spotty, my bark is shrill and high pitched, and I don’t do potty well. I do LOVE to chew!

Above all else I love to chew!

One thing the Geezer and Sandy agree on is that I love people and people love me. Oh…another is I’m a cutie. Standby. I’m ready to start my writing career.

I know I’ll love all of you! I hope all of you will love me!

 

Sandy here! Isn’t she lovable…

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Remembering —-

Me with my mom, Breeze, and my brothers

Being sequestered in the house has given me time to remember. Memories are great things. They’re one of the few things that can’t be taken from us. I want to share a few of these with all of you in the form of pictures. They are snapshots from my mind. I hope you enjoy them.

Chating with my sister Gracie on a visit to her home in Jacksonville.

Watching the last space shot leave the Cape

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 In the photo above. Gracie is my half sister – we shared the same mother. She owned a couple of humans in the Jacksonville area. We loved to play together. The picture was taken in a park on the St. Johns. Every time I see the shot of the space shuttle it saddens me. Why was moronic decision made to scrap our space program? We don’t have to move backwards for the rest of the world to go forward. Horrible decisions made by past politicians sent away our space program and our manufacturing. The Chinese/Corona crud has highlighted how idiotic these actions were.

Sunrise over the Atlantic

Some things are hard to picture in words. A sunrise like the one above and a sunset like the one below fall into that category.

Sunsets are mind quieters, particularly one as beautiful as this.

There are those experiences that always stay with us. The pictures below are reminders of two memorable ones that I’ve experienced.

 

Ain’t I boootiful — chomp, chomp? – Gators like dogs but not in a good way!

The Night Herons raise a new generation!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sharing memories with others! Isn’t that a great part of life? Some of my friends and my human’s friends are included in the photos below. They are the good times. Remember some of yours while you see some of mine.

Linda and Larry

Chet “Coach” – left, the Geezer – middle, Betty Ann – Right

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

More friends and more friends and more friends and more friends and more friends and more friends and more friends and more friends and more friends.

My friend for 13 years, Oreo.

 

The Geezer at a Book Club with good friend Babs (left front).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hope these pics helped you remember your own good times and good people.

 

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Do I hear sleigh bells? Or is it Gobble, Gobble?

I’m thinking the season is coming. No, I don’t have a red nose. I do like turkey!

Okay. I’m rushing it. In my defense, it’s hard not to. The Geezer and I have made several social calls in the last few weeks. As far back as November 3rd, we observed multitudes of colored lights appearing on porches, around windows, on bushes, even circling palms in some of our neighbors’ yards. The Thanksgiving turkey hasn’t met the Guillotine and people already are checking the northern sky for the fat man in the red suit.

With all the stores dressing for Christmas right after the 4th of July, it’s no wonder you humans allow your ‘not always strong’ minds to wander ahead. Aaahhhhh, try to remember all those store owners decorate their home Christmas trees with dollar signs. Get a grip. Remember that holiday that comes before Santa?

It’s THANKSGIVING! …… Not turkey day, diet abstinence day, football forever day, or “oh, no, not Uncle Pete!” day.

In your rush to get to that ultimate season of joy, you humans have a tendency to brush past Thanksgiving like the first Salvation Army kettle you spy outside Walmart’s exit. Thanksgiving is supposed to be a time of reflection and appreciation for the good fortune that has entered our lives. At least, that was the jest of Lincoln’s reason for creating it as a formal holiday. What has it become to some of us?

Turkey’s dread it! With such an attractive, pleasant, ugly, face. Its hard, easy, to understand its murder.

The compulsory day of gluttony – can heartburn be far behind?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You humans consider it a day to eat enough to increase your waist size so you can justify that new Christmas wardrobe. Green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, steaming baked biscuits, yams, wine, calorie-stuffed desserts, and…of course…turkey! Thanksgiving is a national day of mourning for the bird with the big chest. It’s been raised and hunted by men for that virtue (though some ladies can sympathize with that) since the pilgrims landed. When you think “Thanksgiving,” you have to think, “Fat!” with it.

To many, particularly men, it has become a day to participate in a marathon, a football watching marathon. The tube works overtime as you crush couches and consume untold unneeded calories. The potato chips, dip, little Smokies, and chocolate chip cookies are washed down with floods of Pepsi and Coors. Basketball has competed for a share of the audience. It won’t happen. Watching thin men in shorts works on the conscience more than watching fat men in pads. Humans don’t like to be reminded of their mistakes.

Fascinated by the tube, you human zombies eat snacks like a garbage disposal.

To those of us who reside with you humans, Thanksgiving is leftover appreciation day. Yes, it is a great day for pets. I’m less fussy than either the Geezer or Mrs. G. White meat, dark meat…frankly, I don’t give a damn. (I’ve always had a crush on old Clark Gable).

To the sound of music — “It was anticipation…”

Take your pick–“After the ball is over,” “Happy Days are here again!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To all of you have a HAPPY THANKSGIVING! (And try to remember why we celebrate it!)

 

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Why, a question we need to ask more frequently, but alas … don’t.

 

Here I am in the act of pondering why things are as they are. Anyone have an aspirin?

I wonder if there is a more powerful or disturbing word in any language than why. It’s a painful word. Why? (There’s that word) It makes us think. That is something many don’t like to do. I find thinking is particularly distressing for human’s to attempt.

Dogs’ “why” questions normally can be logically answered. Consider our questions and our answers.

Q. Why do dogs chase cars?  A. We feel like bullies chasing squirrels.

Q. Why do dogs have to go outside for bathroom duties?  A. Humans put the toilet paper in places we can’t reach when sitting on the john.

Q. Why do dogs fetch balls or sticks when a human throws them.  A. Humans are too stupid to give treats to their dogs unless prompted.

Q. Why do dogs hate cats?  A. We don’t, but we have to pretend we do so humans think we’re normal … don’t humans all hate some group? Republicans? Democrats? I could go on forever.

Q. Why do dogs chase their tails? A. We only do this when we are bored and need exercise. This can be the result of watching too much television. It is also caused by trying to emulate Congress.

Notice that canines have straight-forward, logical answers to our “why” questions. Dogs admire logic. I’m sure a canine poll would disclose that Mr. Spock would be among our favorite media characters.

Dogs tend to admire strong minded, low key people who control their emotions. That’s why we bite so many TV commentators and politicians.

I think its interesting to consider some of the common “why” questions that humans struggle with.

Q.  Why did the chicken cross the road?  A.  Human’s actually debate this. My question is … Why is there any doubt? The damned chicken wants to get to the other side. So simple, yet humans wrestle with an answer. Who knew ………..

Q.  Why do humans cheat on their spouses?  A. They wear clothes. No one knows what they’re getting until its too late!  (Note: We dogs have a clear vision of what the “possibilities” are!)

Q.  Why do politicians lie?  A. Humans struggle with this and try to come up with all manner of explanations that have to do with ideology, character, etc. Come on humans! Politicians lie for 5 reasons: 1) They believe voters are stupid. (in some cases this is correct) 2) The shape of their tongue (forked) makes telling the truth impossible 3) Most have no idea what the truth is 4) They want to get elected and don’t care about honesty. 5) They will get their own health care plan and retirement if they lie convincingly and get elected. (kind of like puppies being fed by government mommy dog)

Q. Why do humans buy fancier cars and bigger homes than they can afford?  A. They need the space to contain and carry around their egos.

Q. Why do dogs develop conditioned responses while humans continue to repeat the same errors? A. Pavlov never had to try to teach a human.

Thinking is painful and difficult for homo sapiens. They do other things better. As an English poet once wrote, in part … “Ale man, ales the thing to drink … For all of you it hurts to think.”

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Meet Missy!

Hooray! I have a new housemate! Meet Missy.

“My word! What’s this?”    Missy’s reaction to the camera.

 

 

I have a new friend and housemate. Mrs. “G” received a phone call from the lady that sits with me when the Geezer & Mrs. “G” go to places that are not dog enlightened. That lady, I’ll call her Peg, told a sad but recurrent story. A couple on the island went back north for the summer. They called a neighbor and asked them to take care of their kitty “for a little while” then left. The neighbor was in the process of leaving himself. That would leave the cat in a situation where chances of survival were minimal. My friend, Peg, made the call and “Shazzam,” I have a new half-sister.

A better look at my new friend, Missy.

Mrs. “G” says Missy has to go to the vet for a check-up before I can really get to know her. She seems very nice…and very quiet. I’ll introduce you to her when the two of us exchange nose sniffs and we’ve had a chance to chat.

I sometimes wonder about humans. How can they be so contemptuous of life that they really don’t value it? Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe it’s because humans have or are losing all sense of responsibility. That even extends to themselves. Many simply expect “others” to take care of their responsibilities. Who are these “others?” …….. Their neighbors. Their society. Their government. You won’t find a Golden Retriever, a poodle, or any dog that isn’t faithful to their human and would never abandon them. As I often said, canines are superior to humans…at least, to a large group of them.

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If you like my blog you might want to read the Geezer’z blog — It’s found at http://www.dlhavlin.wordpress.com

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