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Thank You! Thank You!
A couple of you reminded the Geezer, when he spoke at the Copperfish last night, that I needed my turn at the computer. He’s promised to be more considerate and let me have my paws on the keyboard more frequently.
The Geezer had a most successful trek to the Copperfish. He met lots of folks, both fans and prospective new ones, I’m sure he wowed them with his bullshit, had a great gab session, and (oh, yes) sold and signed a bunch of books.
Another thank you is in order. That’s to the 20,000 plus visitors who have read my blog. Woof, woof. I reached the milestone a few days ago. It’s humbling to this dog and I’ll do my best to continue to make your visits here worth your time.
T’is the season, or at least, it’s close to it. The Geezer will be posting one (or more) of his Christmas Stories on his blog and I’ll be doing the same on this one. Look for them to start right after Thanksgiving.
Finally: Woof-Arf Grrr-Arf-Woof. Translated into Humanese that’s ………………………. HAPPY THANKSGIVING.
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All right – I hear you. I convinced the Geezer to leave his story, Claus and the Consultant posted on his blog page for two more days. If you haven’t read it yet, try it, you’ll like it. Visit him at http://www.dlhavlin.wordpress.com It takes about ten minutes to read, but you’ll find it ten of the best minutes you’ve spent this week.
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I’ve decided I’d better get some more requests off to Santa. This is especially for my canine friends.
For Lucy, one of the neighborhood cocker spaniels – access to her human’s birth control pills. She literally needs litter relief
For Boog and Boob the twin beagles three doors down – Voice lessons by some qualified professional. Santa, Think Celine Dion and Frank Sinatra types, not Lady Gaga or Bruce Springsteen clones. I need some sleep.
For Peter the pointer – The knowledge to know that anything long and black lying on the ground should not be chewed on … that includes snakes, hoses, and heavy duty electric cords. Particularly, electric cords. Very, very much, electric cords.
Also for Peter the Pointer – Hair pieces for bald spots acquired from not having the proper knowledge referred to in the item above.
For Manny my Chihuahua friend – Either longer rear legs or the wisdom to stop dating Great Danes and St. Bernards.
Hang in there Santa, I’ve got more coming!
PS – My human will be posting one of his most popular Christmas stories on his blog tomorrow! It’s had thousands of views in the past – Claus and the Consultant. Click on the link on my post or go to http://www.dlhavlin.wordpress.com
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Here’s my second installment for Santa. I plan to mail this off immediately since these wishes will take some time.
#1 – For the store owners and other innocents damaged by looting and malicious destruction of property in Ferguson – Santa how about getting Missouri’s Governor and/or the Federal Government to provide grants to those harmed by the thugs rioting in that city. State and Federal executive branches did little to nothing to stop a predictable disaster and in some cases made it worst by fanning the flames with their emissaries. Don’t we give billions in foreign aid to Middle East countries that hate us? Seems we could re-channel some of that to our Midwest.
#2 – For all the rotund humans I know – Santa ask some prestigious university to develop a “calorie sucker.” It has to be strictly mechanical, not one of those pills that has 45 seconds of a 60 second advertisement explaining the various ways the side effects can kill you. You might start looking at MIT, Santa. I understand at least one of their professors might be looking for side jobs. The guy’s big mouth might be an advantage when testing treated food.
#3 – For those who rely on movies and TV for their entertainment – Santa, please, please, please bring them some actors and actresses who realize there’s more to their profession than being a shill for an agenda and taking their clothes off; writers who don’t keep copying Lord of the Rings, Hunger Games, Dumb and Dumber, Friends, Twilight, and NCIS; directors who lose the keys to the pyrotechnic locker and don’t try to find a new way for flesh to rot off a skeleton; and producers who never have heard of “reality series” and are more interested in entertaining folks than indoctrinating them.
I know those are tough Santa, but do your best.
PS – Santa check my humans blog for his appearance and speaking schedule – dlhavlin.wordpress.com
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It’s getting close to the time old Santa will hitch the reindeer to the sleigh, pack his sack with goodies and leave the North Pole for places south. I’ve been busy helping the Geezer with his book signings, decorate for the season and finding presents for his family and friends. My blogging hasn’t been as frequent as I would like, but I promise I’ll do much better after the first of the year.
Speaking of presents, a lot of you have asked me…to ask him…if he would post his short story, “Claus and the Consultant,” so many of you enjoyed three years ago. It was a Christmas present to all his friends, family and readers. It’s hilarious. It’s back. Go to his blog at http://www.dlhavlin.wordpress.com or his web site at http://www.dlhavlin.com to read and laugh!
The Geezer and I have been doing so many things, I thought I’d post some of the pictures and captions of the events here and talk about them later. Though I’m sure I’ll write between now and then — MERRY CHRISTMAS — Just in case!
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Labor day is over, thank goodness. It’s a holiday that marks a lot of changes where I live. For example, hurricane season is about half over. Hurricane season is something you feel a lot better worrying about as it goes away, rather than the dread of facing the season’s start. Its one of those least worst situations; like voting for a politician in an election.
After Labor Day, cool weather is on the way. Hooray. Anticipating that makes me smile. Human’s think they suffer in the heat. They moan and groan like a bunch of puppies whose mother has decided to shut down the milk bar for a while. I’d like those two-legged complaint machines to walk around in a full-length fur coat like mine, during August, and watch them swelter.
Ahhh changes! We’ll have less rain, less mosquitoes, less humidity, more camping trips, more people returning to the ‘hood, and more time outdoors.
It marks change all over as I understand. Other parts of the country see changes in their weather, kids go back to school, and humans change what they wear. People are getting ready for elections that they hope will make changes. Why, I’ve even noticed that some folks sigh and become more business-like in everything they do after Labor Day.
I’ve wondered, why do they call the holiday Labor Day? No body works on that day. Why not call it No Labor Day? Or something more appropriate like, Things Are Going To Change Day?” The name didn’t make sense to me. Human’s do many strange things, like throwing away perfectly good bones or driving four blocks to the store for a loaf of bread, then spending a half hour on an exercise machine to lose weight, so little they do surprises me. Or should…….
Though I should have known better, I decided to ask the Geezer, “Why do you humans call the first Monday in September, Labor Day?”
The Geezer grinned, “Lets see, Sandy. The simplest way to explain it to you is that its a day set aside to honor the working man.”
I hate it when someone who isn’t any more intelligent than I am “talks down” to me! You know, like when a politician speaks to you humans. I fired back, “Oh, how about working women? How was it set aside? Did you do it with a bulldozer? Crane? What?”
“Sorry Sandy.” The Geezer had his I stepped in it this time look firmly affixed to his face. Unlike a politician, the Geezer is smart enough to know when he’s insulting the individual he’s addressing. “I owe you a decent answer. You have to know a little history to understand why they named it Labor Day. Mind?”
I sat down, swept one paw across my chest and bowed at the same time. “Proceed,” I said and resigned myself to one of the Geezer’s long-winded dissertations.
“It originated back in the 1880’s.” The old boy changed his look to his Geezerpedia countenance. “There was a lot of turmoil between labor, business, and government. Trouble boiled over and some union people were killed by government forces. Grover Cleveland was president and he wanted to defuse the strife. He quickly ran a bill through Congress declaring a holiday to recognize “the contributions that labor makes to our country.” Eventually, the September date chosen was one celebrated by a New York union. It became the national holiday we celebrate today. It was supposed to be day of rest and relaxation. Parades and speeches were a big part of the celebration in its early years, but they’ve faded. The picnics, sporting events, and the last hurrah to summer just evolved.”
“That makes sense,” I observed. “Well partly. A lot of the things you humans do on that day aren’t rest and relaxation. Running in races, swimming, playing volleyball, and things like that are…. strenuous.”
“Remember what Mark Twain said.” The old boy likes to quote Twain. The writing giant is one of the Geezer’s favorites. “Work is what one is obliged to do and play is what one desires to do.” The Geezer did his best to look literary. “That’s why sitting at a desk doing accounting is considered work, while risking life and limb in a strenuous effort to climb a mountain is considered play.” The literary aire faded and he looked like plain old Sam Clemons when he added, “That’s probably not the exact quote, but you can go to Tom Sawyer and look it up if you want.”
I nodded and smiled. The more time I spend around humans, the more inconsistent and difficult they are to understand. Straining the Geezer’s meager mental machinery wouldn’t enlighten my old friend. How do you explain to unthinking creatures that resting means going to a big cushion and laying down, not cashing cats in the hot sun? The strange thing is that the species can make up clever tidbits, like that Twain fellow did, that almost make sense of their weird, irrational behavior. Marathons? Football games? Parades? Yard work? Badminton? Is that rest? You think?
The Geezer did try to placate me and I appreciated that effort. To a degree….. I started to make a snide remark, to tell him that he was sounding like a politician, but I couldn’t do that. There are some insults you just can’t inflict on a dog or even on a human.
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Well, old 2009 will be leaving us soon. My canine friends and I consider it an alright year. No new houses were erected on the street so our romping areas remained in tact. Bones still taste the same. The Chinese didn’t put bad stuff in our food this year. The politicians haven’t passed a dog turd or farting tax — yet. Rabies is down, neighborhood dog population is up. All is right with the canine world or at least its nuetral.
My human is glad to see old 2009 leave. The Geezer said, “It started bad, but everyone hoped for lemonade. All they got were lemons.” He looked wise and said, “Promptly at midnight I’m going to the toilet and flush it. Hopefully, anything hanging around from 2009 will head down the drain.”
Since 2009 wasn’t the best for my human friends and just so-so for my canine buddies I decided to make some wishes for 2010.
For Manny the chihuahua – Longer legs or more shorter women in the ‘hood.
For Mrs. Zoomers – Shades that automatically go down on her windows when she undresses.
For Gertrude the dachshund – Longer legs or less steps to climb and a bell on Manny’s collar to warn her when he’s coming.
For the man who lives next door – A beer truck of his very own.
For Giselle the greyhound – A rabbit that’s runs slow enough for her to catch.
For Mrs. Gator – A TV remote that only works for her.
For Heintz the mongrel – For the pizza delivery boy’s pepper spray can to always be empty when he delivers.
For the Geezer’s friend Harry – That the next woman he marry’s divorce lawyer to be incompetent.
For Barbie and Lucy our twin cocker spaniels – Matching boyfriends to match their matching food dishes, their matching rhinestone collars, and their matching neurosis.
For Sparkles human – A really big one! I’m not sure what the big one she’s looking for is, but I sure hope she get’s it so she stops talking about it.
For Sparkles the Irish setter – A bottle of whiskey, alka-seltzer, and a gag for her human.
For Melissa Mrs. Gator’s friend – To be sure to read the labels on restroom doors before she enters
For Fifi the poodle – A groomer with less of a warped sense of humor.
For Dick the post man – A rear view mirror that doesn’t black out the mail boxes.
For Sarge the German Shepherd – For his human to leave him with us for a weekend. WOOF! WOOF!
For the Geezer – Either a TV that only broadcasts good news or less things to throw at it.
For all dogs – Loving humans for them to own, lots of roadkill, a bones stimulus-bailout program, and flea eradication.
For all humans – Smooth seas if you sail, clear skies if you fly, level roads if you walk, and honest politicians if you vote. I at least had to put in one impossibility.
To all HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!
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Christmas is coming with all the seasonal movies, songs, and stories that add meaning and warmth to the celebration. Humans have their “It’s a Wonderful Life,” “White Christmas,” and “A Christmas Carol.” We have our canine art forms written, performed and produced by great canine literary figures. Who can forget “A Canine Family’s Christmas” starring Rin-Tin-Tin, Lassie, and Toto, directed by Michael Mutt and produced by Cecil B Wienerhound. Or that classic composed by Irving Boxer, “I’m Dreaming of Turkey Left-overs.” crooned by the all-time woofer, Bling Cocker. My personal favorite is the traditional poem written by our immortal bard Fidofus Spot Shakestail, “T ‘was the Canine Night After Christmas.”
T ‘was the night after Christmas
and the humans were done,
leaving the scene
for us dogs to have fun.
The house guests left early
with mess all around,
unaware that we dogs
in the middle would bound.
There were napkins to chew
and cookies to eat
and broken presents
that were hard on my feet.
Glasses full of liquor
sat on the floor.
I gave out with a snicker
as I nosed over more.
Under the tree
there was something for me.
A tasty new slipper
and a fruitcake I found,
which the cake– it was harder
than the slipper to down.
The living room air
that once was so fair,
now to be most honest and very clear,
was thick with the odor of stale farts and beer.
My tongue was engaged
with the dip for the chip
when I spied our cat Rufus
rolling in tinsel from whisker to hip.
After that rascal I went with a bound
sure that I’d catch him, but sadly I found,
stopping on floors that were made very slick
just wasn’t something a dog can do very quick.
The sturdy green pine with balls blue, red and gold,
went to the floor like a paper you’d fold.
I was in trouble, I knew when on went the light.
The master came running, he was primed for a fight.
But as he surveyed me and the riotous scene,
The most he did muster were words most obscene.
I heard him exclaim as he went to the rear.
“Where in the hell is the Pepto my dear?”
Ere he went into the bedroom and out of sight,
he mumbled softly like a moth in full flight
“There are some things that happen
you can’t face at night.”
You just can’t beat the works of the old masters.
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(A note from the Geezer – sometimes fact is stranger than fiction and more gross.)
Thanksgiving taught a friend of mine a lesson, one that I hope I’ll have the good sense to learn from. I met Manny, the neighborhood chihuahua, on the Geezer’s and my morning stroll. He looked glum, and past hello, he didn’t have a thing to say. Now, that just isn’t Manny!
When we wandered a few feet away from where the Geezer and Manny’s human were talking, I asked, “Hey, Manny, what’s happening? You seem down.”
“I am. It’s my humans. They are being so unfair.”
I know Annie, his primary human, and I can’t imagine her being unfair to anyone. “Oh, how’s that?” I asked suspiciously. Manny has been known to bend the truth. Well, crumple and stomp on it is closer.
“They have me on indefinite time out. I’m exiled from the dining room. It was all because of football, Thanksgiving, and chairs that weren’t pushed in. They forgot their own words. It’s all the humans fault, not mine.”
That made me more curious. “What exactly happened?”
“It all happened so fast, but I’ll tell you the best I can. I was in the kitchen watching Annie cook. It smelled so good it had a hypnotic effect on me. Yes, that’s it. I hadn’t thought about that. I was temporarily insane. Anyway, everybody else was watching TV. I followed her from kitchen to dining room as she moved one wonderful aroma producing dish after another to the big table that humans gather around. Finally, she carried this huge plate with a gigantic brown lump on it and put it in the center of the table. It smelled familiar.”
“Really? Like what?” I asked.
“Like my supper does sometime. I have to tell you it made me drool. Carumba! It wasn’t fair. I’ve heard Annie tell her own children not to do what happened next.”
“Oh?” I prompted.
“Si.” Manny mixes in some Spanish when he gets excited or upset. “Many times I’ve heard her say, don’t leave the chair pulled out if you don’t want Manny to get in trouble. It will be your fault as much as his. But it was Annie who looked at me as she pulled out a chair from under the table. It was as though she was saying ‘come on big boy’. Well, at that instant one of Annie’s guests stuck her head through the dining room entrance and said, ‘Come quick, the kickoff is in a few seconds’. They left.”
“When she pulled the chair out, you sure she wasn’t getting ready to sit down?” I asked.
“I never thought of that.” Manny had a guilty look on his face. “Anyway, it smelled so good and I thought leaving the chair there was an invitation for me to look. And, maybe grab a little snack. I gathered all my strength and jumped onto the chair, put my front paws on the table, and looked out over that fruited plain.” Manny got tears in his eyes, “Oh, Sandy, it was like getting a chance to peek into heaven before dying. All that good-looking and great-smelling stuff piled in humongous dog dishes. And…and…and in the middle was that huge golden brown mound. It had legs and wings and…and…and, now, I don’t want you to think I’m crazy, but I swear I could hear it saying, ‘Manny, eat me’…no dog could resist that. None! None! None!” Manny’s voice was getting shrill.
“Calm down, Manny. You don’t want to have a break down,” I said.
“Gracias.” He paused to compose himself. With a big sigh he continued, “It was too much for me. I knew I shouldn’t, but that mound kept calling. Finally, I reasoned that no one would ever know, and if they did, I could blame Herman the cat. He does those kind of things. What would one little bite hurt?”
“You got on the table, didn’t you.”
“Oh, yes, but it was so hard. The table, she was very crowded. To get to the mound I had to wade through a bowl of stuff that looked like snow, but was warm with a lump of yellow in the middle. And then through a swamp of green cut up plants with white juicy goo around them. My paws sunk so deep my belly rubbed. Finally, I made it to the huge pile. The smell, if you only knew, que lastima! I couldn’t resist. I bit into one of the legs. Turkey! It was so good! Then I tried some of the top. I had to crawl up on the bird to get a bite, but I did. Fantastic, absolutely fantastic. It was so good I had to tell the world. I barked, ‘this is super great shit!’ It only took seconds for the humans to rush into the room. They were really mad!”
“What did you expect?” I said.
Manny looked sheepish and shrugged his shoulders. “I was standing on top of the bird and Annie was carrying Herman so that excuse was gone. I was scared. They rushed the table. But, it was what happened next that really made them furious. ”
“I yelled, ‘the devil made me do it,’ around a mouthful of white meat.”
I looked at Manny dubiously, “Come on, what else?”
“Well, I have this weak bladder…”
I’ll spare you the remaining details. However, when he’d finished his tale I asked Manny, “Did you learn anything from all that?”
“Three things. First, never lie with your mouth full of white meat. Second, never brag about something you’ve done, while still close enough to get caught. Third, never take a human at their word.”
Manny did learn some good principles, however, he missed what might be the most important…”Never drink too much before you eat.”
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I asked a simple question, “Why are our humans making all the fuss over this Halloween thing?” It created a spirited discussion between the neighborhood canines.
Of course, Barbie, one of our ‘hood cocker spaniels, started talking before I finished. She’s the know-it-all that every street has. “It has to do with scaring away dead people. Halloween is the day that the dead come back to life and parade around. Humans get all excited and scared. They dress up so the dead won’t recognize them and come and eat them.”
“Yes, that’s right,” Manny the chihuahua said.
“Human poop, it has nothing to do with the dead. It comes from a Christian religious celebration called All Saints Day,” Sarge our resident German Shepard said authoritatively.
“He’s right,” Manny agreed.
“Wait a minute.” Fifi the French Poodle looked skeptical. “Let me understand. People dress up like all kind of creatures that do horrible things to celebrate a religious holiday? Yeah. Sure. If you believe that I’ve got a space ship in my human’s garage that’s shaped like a boat I’ll sell cheap.”
“She’s probably right,” Manny had second thoughts.
Baseer our Afghan said, “You don’t know about these Christians, they can be violent. Now take us non-violent Muslims–”
“He’s got a point,” Manny chimed in before Baseer finished, but he didn’t look sincere.
“You’re all full of it! It’s a capitalist plot to sell candy and teach their young how to extort goodies from the proletariat! Read Marx.” Lucy is Barbie’s twin sister, but boy do they see everything different.
Manny asked, “Which Marx?”
“Harpo,” Lucy said with certainty, but added, “Groucho was a major contributor to the theory.”
“Oh, okay,” Manny said.
“I don’t believe this. Can’t you see this is all a vast left-wing conspiracy? The Commies are collectivising our young human people. Soon they’ll have them singing songs about the glory of the Great Pumpkin in class. Brain washing, I tell you.” Sparkles Irish blood wasn’t settled.
“You have a point, too,” Manny observed.
I cleared my throat and said, “Hummm, if I understand you all… Halloween is holiday that humans celebrate to scare away evil spirits, based on religious tradition observed by some and not others, that some don’t believe in at all, and its a day the young humans are exploited by business, but also a day that two guys named Harpo and Groucho brainwash human kids into being like the Borg in Star Trek.”
“Who said anything about the Borg or Star Trek?” Manny asked.
“Oh, that’s just something I added,” I said. “Does everybody agree that I covered it?”
“That sounds right,” Manny conceded.
Everybody woofed their agreement except Heintz. Manny asked, “Heintz, you’re the only one who hasn’t said a word. What do you think?”
“Think? Think! I don’t think, I act!”
“Well, Heintz, what are you going to do,” I asked.
Heintz grinned and growled, “Bite the little bastards with the bags.” There’s a man or woman of action in almost every group.
I think the whole Halloween thing is complicated and dumb, but considering humans thought it up, I understand. Give me the good old canine holiday, “Trashcan Tipover Time,” for simplicity and pure fun.