Man,What a Dog!
OK, my good friend Buddy Oliver, over on Rev22, has decided to come out of the closet. I think we all had our suspicions, but were just in denial of his predilections. Not that there’s anything wrong with this – I even have friends who claim to know people that love dogs. But his love for dogs is not the wholesome, natural and family oriented love that God has intended for us. His twisted devotion to the canine species has taken on that most insidious and poisonous of psychological compulsions – felinophobia.
Now normally I would let something like this pass, avoiding confrontation while praying that someday he may see the light and repent. He is probably not to blame- something in his past maybe or perhaps in his genetic makeup. But in order to peddle this depraved sickness of his he has stooped to dirty warfare. He has obviously searched the internet for a rare (perhaps the only) unattractive picture of a cat that he could find and…..posted it on his public website for all to see! http://rev22.org/index.php/archives/103 Perhaps pornography is too strong of a word but… I don’t know what to call such a mean spirited and slanderous attack on the most beautiful of God’s creations. (Humans are second. Some humans, anyway).
So in response I have decide to post my own rogue’s list of unsavory pooches, to point out that there may be a bit too much nutmeg in the dog lover’s noggin:
But I think this sums up a dog/dog/human tryst quite well: YUCK!
When dogs can start doing this then I might consider changing my mind.
Cats have souls, dogs have fleas.
Hey, I love cats too (I grew up with a barn yard full:) ) but I have to say that the closest that I have ever come to experiencing unconditional love (this side of heaven) is from having a dog. Sorry Chris! A cats’ love is definitely conditional!
So is most human love as well. But hey, you just didn’t find the right cat. Sarge is as devoted to Bev as a mother is to it’s child.
I had a dog growing up, Minka. Amazing animal – a German Shephard. Mothers in the neighborhood would send over their kids to be watched by Minka. He wouldn’t let any of them leave the property line (or even approach the street) nor would he let a stranger in the yard. Haven’t come across another like him, yet. (Sniff!)
But Sarge, our favorite cat – maybe he can’t protect too many people from bad guys or drag old ladies from burning buidings but he once found a loophole that I missed and saved me a bunch on taxes. Go find me a dog that smart and I’ll hire him.
I had two dogs when I was a child. The first was an ill-tempered boxer named Jenny. Jenny would protect the entrance to the kitchen by chasing me away. She would tolerate me at times–but she had a nasty streak.
The other dog was Odie (years before Garfield came along).
He was the opposite of your Minka. Odie was beagle mutt with the heart of a wolf or coyote. He would chase cars, howl at the moon, probably fathered a few litters in his roaming.
He took after his father, of whom the pet store described as a “travelling man.”
Odie developed somewhat of a human soul (okay, maybe some dogs have souls). He really communicated with us–he gained a lot of weight at one time, and couldn’t jump on a bed, ect. He would look at me with eyes that said “Come’on, help me up.”
The funniest story involves my friend James. James was sort of semi-homeless, and he would stay over for extended periods of time. He and Odie shared the floor of my room–and it was comical watching them argue about who got which share of the carpet. They really would argue.
Odie lived to a ripe old age, full of years and wisdom (actually, he was smitten with mange, blind, and senile). He died in his
18th year, while I was off at college in another state. My brother called the fire department, who I suppose took him to the pound for final euthanization.
Odie has visited my dreams on several occassions, sounding like Goliath from the Clokie Productions “David and Goliath.”
In real life, he all but spoke and was a good companion for many years.
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On the other hand, we’ve had a ahem, litter of cats.
There was Mamas (aka Dreamsickle) who showed up Great With Child and bore us Rascal, Tiger, Fluffy, and Fluff Ball. She also had two others at the time, who did not survive.
Then there was “Junior.” We joked he was Rascall’s son, but was probably on life 8.9 when he came across our path. Long in the tooth and of a small brain, we washed and fed him–and waited for him to die.
Since living in Maryland we have adopted two felines. My Baby is a Psychotic tabby with the face of a badger. She likes to go in and out of the house–at the craziest times. When we first got her, she would hide in the wall behind the bathtub, or under a shelf in our Hades like basement. She is greasy and not very intelligent.
We also have a near-human cat named Izzy, after the tropical storm. She is brilliant–she opens the basement door from the inside. She has the heart of a mountain lion or jaguar. She had a terrible accident which left her a three-legged model. She recovered totally, after a period of depression (really). The only bad part is when she tries to scratch herself with her stub, which she waves like a fan.
We also had Midnight, a jet-black stray who chose us as her family. Sometimes we would let her in, sometimes she would somehow come in the house and make herself at home. She was not fully adopted, and we fear her lost and frozen to death in the President’s Day snow storm in 2003.
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Cool stuff. (Sniff) Hey, who has the saddest pet story? Seein’ as how Bruce got this ball rollin’ in that direction.
OK i WAS going to educate you all as to the true nature of Cats ( Masters) versus Dogs ( slaves/servants) and elucidate we poor schmoes as to the wisdom of owning a Dog versus the folly of being slave to a cat and what each role delivers to us in our daily lives and therefore which one is more ‘God/Jesus’ like ( Clearly it is the Dog – any fool can see that!)
However your stories and C’s request have made me supplicant.
Clearly, as for humans, some examples of the species are demonstrably better than others although i still hold that in the main Dogs are better – even if they do lick things best not licked ( like cats are so perfect in that regard and don’t even get me started on the whole peeing and crapping in my garden thing – Dogs at least have the decency to do it on the Council’s side of the fence while next doors cat (and pretty much every cat i have ever known) just think they OWN the whole planet and it is their personal toilet/hunting ground and the hell with my petunias or freesias or what have you and what one little B did to the nest of thrree baby grey-green honey-eaters i was watching grow up i will not tear your heart out with the gory details. Cats! Hmphh!)
I have no sad pet stories other than the part where they died before i did and we probably all have one of those so i won’t add to the misery they cause in each one of us.
Chris, Dogs Rule – because they serve man – when given Love from Birth. You just must have a cat who occasionally thinks it is a dog!
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Yes, you must be right. And during those times it is important for me to boost his confidence.
I must be right?? that’s gotta be about the first time i have heard that in blogland for a long time
I must be ’slipping’
We should never knock back an oportuinity to boost someone’s confidence when they are doing good works.
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Yeah, I’ve been to that barnyard. I really like the one with the eyeball dangling out of it’s socket or the other one whos eyes and ears were constantly oozing yellow liquid, or the one with the broken leg that healed at a 90 degree angle… they’re so cute…. (sorry dear)
Here’s a beaut:
Or this one:
or perhaps:
Here’s another sweet little kitty:
This one is still the best:
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