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I get to go, I get to go, I get to go!

I love going with the Geezer to meet his friends and fans!

 

I get to go, I get to go, I get to go! The Geezer is doing a lot speaking, meet and greets, and book signings and he and Mrs. G have decided I’m ready to travel with them. Well, honestly, I’m on trial. I have a tendency to get too excited. People don’t understand the only way I’d harm them is to lick them to death. But I’m getting better at controlling my emotions. Hence, I get the opportunity to prove myself.

The Geezer will be taking me to Ft. Myers Beach tomorrow. We’ll visit a very nice lady named Annette and her bookstore. It’s in the Santini Shopping Center on Estero Blvd. On Thursday I get to go on a long trip, this time to Ocala. The Geezer is teaching three classes at Master the Possibilities in the Top of the World facility. That’s on 80th Street. He’s speaking to the Friends of the Library of Boca Raton on Sunday. I can’t go to that. My barker works too much for a quiet area.

For those who’d like to meet me, I like ear scratches, tummy rubs, and pupperoni.

The geezer is excited. The first of his three book mystery series to be published by TouchPoint is through editing. He expects to see cover art and get a release date in the near future. The book is titled “The Grave with Greener Grass.”

I hope to see you out and about. PS I give kisses.

 

I love people!

 

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A Christmas Thought…

Merry Christmas!

 

With very few exceptions, Christmas has been a season when people put aside differences both petty … and not so petty.

We’ve welcomed each other in thought and in presence … we’ve done so without reservations. No identity relationship has mattered, no visible difference, no qualification as to where we live, no reservation based on ideology.

It’s been a time when we all can look at our fellow humans with understanding, kindness, charity, and dare I say it … love?

Isn’t it sad?

There is pressure to put an end to this season of goodwill.

It comes from all around us and inundates us like a tsunami destroying that feeling of happiness and peace that accompanies the magic I associate with a simple phrase … “Merry Christmas.”

What I see on TV, what I read, what I hear … and worse, how I see us treat each other during this season of what I see as a period of truce, convinces me that some wish to steal from us the most valuable thing we have.

Our collective humanity.

Listening to pontificating TV commentators and politicians this morning occasioned a thought.

I refuse to allow others to rob my sense of humanity. I will NOT reject people who differ from me, in any way, based on narrowness of vision and selfish views of life.

Humanity’s laws do not require that we think the same.

Because someone does not agree with my political outlook, social values, or other personal beliefs, does not give me the right to value them any less as a human.

Certainly, the reverse is true.

My personal set of values does not devalue me.

With this thought in mind, I’ve decided not to allow the rhetoric of division and derision to destroy my enjoyment of fellow human beings this Christmas. I hope I have the wisdom to maintain this state of mind far past this season of goodwill.

I will not assign a negative value to a person with whom I disagree most vehemently. I will proudly retain my thoughts, understanding that people will differ. Disagreement with another simply means I have to be tolerant of them. I’ll strive to remember those who see only one point of view … those who resort to labels and vitriol in response to opposing ideas, lack the intelligence to reason and refute. I’ll react to them with the pity and understanding those with such narrow intellectuality require.

I will put the atmosphere of recrimination aside, hope they will, and if not, ignore the “slings and arrows.”

Can I persuade some of you who read this to adopt this thought? Let’s make this a “Merry Christmas!”

 

“On the avenue, Christmas Avenue…

 

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Bringing Joy to little hearts…

Will he ever come? Listen for the bells!

 

One of the nicer traditions I’ve heard that people have concocted for Christmas is one I’d like to relate now. Several years ago, the Geezer and Mrs. G lived in a neighborhood that never saw snow at Christmas. In fact, it never saw snow at all. Oh, maybe in some very unusual condition…never isn’t a good word to use. South central Florida may see a few flakes every so many years, but… It was at a friendly family neighborhood get-together this tradition was born.

Most of its residents gathered for a party at the house of one of its season’s celebrators. Dishes of all kinds of food and treats lined tables. Toddlers and children filled the swimming pool under the watchful eye of three high school girls who volunteered for that purpose. High schoolers played basketball in the driveway. The adults laughed at each other’s jokes as they consumed as much Christmas spirit as they shared. It was midway through the gaiety that one of the seven-year-olds, accompanied by two Santa believers, demanded the answer to a question. To the clink of cocktail glasses he demanded. “Daddy, you always said we couldn’t see Santa, but we would know he came because we could see his reindeer’s tracks in the snow. There isn’t any snow here. How will we know he really came to our house?”

The adults stared at each other. A family concoction to explain Santa’s supply line had developed a flat tire. There were several “ummms” and “ahhhs” until one man said, “That’s simple. Just listen for the bells. Santa has bells on his sleigh and on the deer. Just listen and you’ll hear them when he comes.” A sigh of relief burst from the collection of moms and dads as one prevarication obscured another. The young believers would be sleeping soundly. Every adult would swear he’d heard Santa’s bells during the night. After the placated children returned to splashing in the pool, a concerned mom asked, “That was good Bob, but what if one stays awake to see if you were lying?”

“Oh, I wasn’t. Santa’s sleigh has bells. You just have to believe and listen for them.” All were satisfied.

Mrs. G heard them first. Jing, jing, jing. jing. At first, it was barely audible. The Grandfather clock in our house’s hall intertwined its twelve midnight ‘bongs’ with the jing-a-lings from what were clearly bells. The Geezer and Mrs. G sprang from the bed to see what made the clatter. As the peered out the window, lights went on in other windows as people woke to see what was the matter. The Geezer smiled and pronounced, “Merry Christmas, it’s jogger bells.” As long as we lived in the neighborhood we enjoyed and treasured the tradition. It made children believe. It made adults warm their hearts several degrees.

Even today, 50 years after, Mrs. G listens for the bells and hopes. Let’s all begin to enjoy the season.

 

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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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Remember! Appreciate! Defend!

Our freedom has been won and preserved at an awesome price.

Tomorrow we celebrate all those who have fought to obtain our freedoms and to preserve them. They put their lives in jeopardy in a gamble that we could live a free life as individuals. Many forfeited them. They lie in rows, asking only two things: we remember their sacrifice…we preserve the freedoms they died for.

There are some who would abandon those freedoms for their totalitarianism that whispers sweet lies about “equity.” The only equality will be the misery ALL live under, but for the very elite and select few that make rules tor thee and not for them. Those who insist there is only one way to think, do so at their peril. Intolerance breeds intolerance. Power shifts. When it does, those that have abused it will suffer. Sometimes harshly. And, the power structure will change! Those that wish to make change must understand that change is never static. Those that do have an SI (Stupidity Index) not an IQ.

Slavery is a great wrong. Whether it is to another human…or to the state! Having the state tell you what you can do, what you can’t, what you may have, what you may not, where you may go, where you can’t, and most basically what you may think and what you can’t, is slavery. Know this! Those that seek this “Eguity of Misery,” know it is for you…not them.

The blood and treasure lavishly spent to make us free will not be forfeit. Those sacrifices make us aware that those freedoms are what have made us a truly great country where others wish desperately to live. If we are so bad, why is that? 

Those that lost their lives did not do so for us to abandon them

Look around you.

Misery for the many is in evidence and growing everywhere. Do not let it win.

The Haunted Dog House!

“OOOOHHHH” A haunted dog house

Chant to the rhythm of the ‘Volga Boatman.’

The haunted dog house!

The haunted dog house!

Yes…there is a haunted dog house.

Eyes shine within it!

Eyes shine within it! 

Cats go in and never leave it.

The dog was vicious!

The dog was vicious!

It ate postman’s legs on golden dishes.

Dog catchers tremble!

Dog catchers tremble!

The ghost chased their truck into ditches.

It buries victims!

It buries victims!

It digs more graves than MacBeth’s witches.

What finally killed it?

What finally killed it?

No one knows, but it exploded.

It looked so terrible!

It looked so horrible!

Click this link if you want to see it!

 

 

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!

No play Days…Uncool!

What the Geezer does that creates “No play days.” Here he’s at King’s Gate CC speaking to 50 members about WWII

Life is usually fun and games in the Geezer’s, Mrs. G’s…and my house. My human’s like me to hang with them. Normally, I can interest them in a game of tug, fetch, or can solicit an ear scratching session. However, on rare occasions I get stone-walled. The usual welcome disappears and is replaced by a total lack of response. Why is that? I’ve made no bathroom accidents inside. It’s been months since I learned removing items off the coffee table is a no-no. I’ve given up sneaking Mrs. G’s undies from the dirty clothes hamper as an unneeded painful experience. The chair legs are no longer a chewing temptation…they all taste like wood. So, why am I treated like I have leprosy from time to time. It has taken a while, but I think I’ve figured it out.

The Geezer and I normally enjoy our time together. He makes a great mattress.

No play days, that’s what I call them, are days before two things happen. The first is the day before the Geezer is scheduled to to do one of his speaking engagements. The second is when Mrs. G pays bills.

The Geezer spends most of the day before an appearance, starring at his computer screen and talking to it.

Mrs. G’s reaction to bills. They don’t put her in a good mood.

I’ve tried a number of things to offset their human fixations on less important things and refocus on the most important thing in their life. ME! Blocking the stairs to the Geezer’s office doesn’t work. He steps over me. Putting my paws on his arms and body as he sits at the computer makes him cranky. Licking his face isn’t welcome like it usually is. Taking my favorite ball and putting it in his lap gets no attention at all. Mrs. G moves me if I block the way to her desk. Barking only makes her bark back at me. I tried chewing up the bills but that only got a momentary smile followed by a scolding. The only thing that works is laying in places I’m not supposed to be. They play chase for a couple minutes and it’s back to being ignored!

Blocking the stairs won’t work……..

If I get on the bed…they get me off!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Geezer asked if I was posing for the centerfold. What’s that mean?

 

I hate no play days!

PS — If you’d like to hear the Geezer (DL Havlin) speak on historical events or his books, click on DL Havlin in the right hand column. It’s a link to his webpage. Then go to “calendar” (right under the heading) to find where he’ll be in the future. 

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Happy New Years…

Brandi rings the bell — this time for new years — welcome 2021

Happy New Year! Let’s all get a new perspective.

Let’s hope that 2020 was the low point. The Geezer says he’s dedicating his efforts to the positive. I am too. Now if the Bucs can win the Super Bowl it will be off to a great start. The Geezer will be starting the New Year off at Master the Possibilities doing three presentations on Tuesday the 12th. Brandi gets to go along. Hooray! Peace for the day.

 

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