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A day for the dogs

[quote cite=”Josh Billings”]A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself.[/quote]

A friend and colleague of mine and his wife brought over their white lab and we all headed out to the lake to have the dogs swim. The dogs had a lot of fun while we roasted in the summer heat. Afterward, we came back to the hacienda, had some burgers and hot dogs, and watched baseball on television. It was a great, all-American day.

So here are some pictures:

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René F. Najera, DrPH

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  1. I had a habit of rescuing dogs, be it from starvation (our last dog, who recently was put down due to metastatic cancer) or from horrific treatment (our Dutch shepherd, who did my taxes (OK, now *quite*, but that dog learned new things within five minutes, quite literally. He also had horrific behavioral issues, secondary to the abuses of his youth that only I managed to work around. But, that dog had the best nose I ever saw in a dog and was a genius of the canine kingdom.).
    Had a few other rescues, but those are our fondest and dreaded memories, for the same reasons, on a converse basis (remember one only I could handle? He bit. HARD.)

    Our standing joke is, I speak fluent dog and only pigeon cat. It’s something I came up with and my wife and now grown children fully agree to.
    In the duration of that 31+ years of marriage, we’ve had our cats as well, many chose a resting place at the top of my pillow. The dogs, their enforced place at the side or foot of the bed, save for the pit bull, who was terrified of thunderstorms and literally knocked our bedroom door off of the hinges to get into our bed for “safety” during a massive thunderstorm.
    After she recovered from a condition I likened to looking like a stegosaurus, due to her spine projecting from her body due to starvation.
    What I gathered was that one woman moved off from our street unnoticed. As I was THE townwatch at the time, that is notable. She left two cats and one dog at her premises when she skipped out in her rent, as her “old man got locked up”.
    The property owner pulled out the two cats and one dog and proclaimed to the neighbors witnessing the event, “they ain’t my damned cats and dog!” and projected them onto the street.
    One cat expired that evening, the other was adopted by a neighbor and expired a month later.
    The dog staggered down the street, the neighbors afraid of dogs, especially a pitbull and only one threw a bare ham bone at her (as if dogs actually could use a bone for food!). I was arriving amidst the mess and noticed “an old dog” (my initial impression on arriving at the end of our block of row homes, approaching closer to get home, I noticed, she isn’t old, she’s emaciated!
    I’ll not relate the profanity within my mind, other to say that if curses worked, that person would’ve been both ossified and turned into a naked singularity in an instant.
    As it was my wife’s birthday and the dog was really wonderful with any and all humans, she asked that I grant her a request on her birthday at a time when we were broke.
    A real no-brainer there.
    The dog was dumb as a bag of rocks, as aggressive as a static neutron, indeed, I accidentally stepped on her crossed front legs on the way to the bathroom one night and had my foot aggressively licked, when I flipped the light switch on, it appeared with some desperation.
    She was also notable for sharing her dog food bowl with the cats, who enjoyed the occasionable nip of dog food.

    Still, I miss having both dogs and cats about.
    But, my father isn’t of a condition to permit them about, secondary to his vascular dementia.
    And his condition is primary. He helped raise me, he helped me when I was injured, he helped when some events that are not able to be discussed occurred, he helped me purchase my house. Which I’m getting ready to lose over taxes.
    Don’t really care, I’m only issued one father. Houses can be replaced.

    There are times when life can truly be a head-scrather. That both sucks and is interesting, as it does suck to be there at the time, but it’s also cool, it presents a challenge.
    Though, in my career, my challenges ended up being that which I could figure my way around or simply eliminate. Now that I retired from such military endeavors, I end up seeing *really* ugly challenges.
    Of those, one that I personally knew of victim of, who had a choice on her only social security income. Food or diabetes medicine.
    Learn about diabetes before you even think about commenting.
    That situation literally made me want to puke.
    Something notable for one who has quite literally been covered with a personal buddy’s blood.
    Such a thing still gives me that effect.


  2. Blood is what it is. DNA evidence.
    Science should *never* shrink from evidence and objectivity.
    Otherwise, we accept a religion of randomness and ignore the deaths thereof.
    Hence, in a really insane case, close all hospitals or some other idiocy.


  3. Puppies! I don’t have a fenced yard, but I do enjoy the dogs that my neighbors take for walks along my street.


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