tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91883502984784338122024-03-19T04:12:59.993-06:00It's a Dog's Life in Boise, Idaho!Musings from the canine mind.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9188350298478433812.post-1982559255113899522010-05-29T11:10:00.004-06:002011-07-03T15:42:03.405-06:00What I Learned from Max<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguVmYWePDr7CBKpqfOAQb6PhST7RUQ35Ktvey1G4XpWSoY8ZTixX0_EZ5gGcHnSz7vldYpOnI-vWMVWumblK3zh6Pi7UEXkTO51xKudmwduGJa5aWUaVVSbpntC5tE6fBs6yi52nFoFKbv/s1600/allanibook016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguVmYWePDr7CBKpqfOAQb6PhST7RUQ35Ktvey1G4XpWSoY8ZTixX0_EZ5gGcHnSz7vldYpOnI-vWMVWumblK3zh6Pi7UEXkTO51xKudmwduGJa5aWUaVVSbpntC5tE6fBs6yi52nFoFKbv/s400/allanibook016.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
Rest in peace, Max Decaney.<br />
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I found Max in a newspaper ad in Atlanta, Georgia. In 2000 I had been kicking around the idea of adopting a dog. But what kind? On a visit to New York I discovered that my friend had just adopted a pitbull. I was scared to meet Portia, but she quickly turned all the negativity I heard about pitbulls around. I found out first hand that pitbulls were funny, smart, athletic and very loving. In the media they were the underdogs. With their families they were the champions of joy and happiness.<br />
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I got home to Atlanta and started looking. When I called about Max the woman who answered told me that they would really like me to come and meet him. They were desperately trying to find a home for him because they couldn't keep him. When I walked into their home, Max slowly came out of the dining room, walked straight to me, and sat on my foot. "I guess he chose you," his foster mom said.<br />
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I spent a day thinking about it. His foster parents told me that they were going to put him to sleep if they couldn't find a proper home for him, because out of the 28 calls they received, 27 of the people who called asked what kind of fighting dog he was. I was the only one who wanted him as a family pet.<br />
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Needless to say, the girl who wanted to be a vet, who could never have a dog because her mother was allergic, took a huge step and adopted a dog in the spring of 2000.<br />
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The first years were rough. Per the suggestion of his foster home, I tried crating him to keep him calm but Max HATED crates. I eventually thought it was because he was claustrophobic. Even if he was in the same place that I left him in when I came back, he would much rather have <i>the option </i>of being free to roam when he wanted rather than be confined to one small place. This was probably the first of many similarities between us that I realized over time.<br />
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Max didn't know that I was his forever home. He had terrible separation anxiety. I would leave for five minutes to go to the laundry room and when I came back an entire comforter would be shredded on the floor. Max destroyed entire pairs of shoes, clothing, towels, and - once - a purple winter jacket I bought for him. (I gave him that, though. I figured he didn't want to look girly.) It was a huge adjustment for me to come home every day at lunch and be home every night right after work. The first year was the hardest adjustment for both of us. I considered giving him away. But where would he go? I felt very protective of a dog who others just wanted for sport.<br />
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Over time our relationship got better. We started to understand each other and his separation anxiety got better. We spent many wonderful evenings in Atlanta walking to Piedmont Park, meeting friends like Randall and Barney (Randall was human, Barney was the first good pitbill ambassador that Max got to learn from), and meeting other dogs in the neighborhood and our building.<br />
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We lived in about four apartments and a house in Atlanta. Then it was on to New York. Max was a dog built for a busy neighborhood. He loved meeting other people and other dogs. There was always someone to meet when we stepped out the door. Over time we had two wonderful roommates, an excellent dog walker and a marvelous pet sitter.<br />
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Max was known for his sense of humor and his ability to change people's minds about pitbulls. There was never a time I saw him aggressive or in a bad mood. He never barked. Ever. Not inside, not on the street. We got broken into three times in Brooklyn, and each time we were home. He never even left the bed. He was the epitome of what my friend said about pitbulls as watchdogs. <i>What, you're here to steal the china? Let me help you pack it. Do you have a treat, maybe? </i><br />
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Each person he met he treated like an old friend. When he took food, he wasn't like his friend Hiram the lab, who would take your arm off if you gave him a treat. He was always a gentleman. A 2 year old could give him a piece of bacon and he would take it with the best of table manners. Once, when we were on a walk in Brooklyn, an entire gang of three year olds jumped out of a van and surrounded him while we walked down the street, most barely as tall as his head. He walked down the street with them, surrounded, three to each side, while their arms were around his neck and on his back, the pied piper of 15th Street.<br />
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By the time we moved to Boise Max was getting older. He didn't jump as much. He had definitely calmed down with age, but he never lost his sense of adventure or his gentle demeanor. Even when staying on a farm in Indiana! (He didn't understand what horses were, though.) He still loved belly rubs and cheese, and most of all, he loved being around people.<br />
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When we recently found out he had a very aggressive form of cancer, the decision to euthanize him was a quick one. He was in a lot of pain and I knew he wouldn't want to live a life so altered by pain meds that he wouldn't be able to walk, run, or interact with the people he loved. The only thing harder that I ever had to do in my life was sit with my grandmother when I knew it would be the last time I would see her alive.<br />
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Max was my only family for years. When I lived in Atlanta and New York and all my family was on the west coast, he was who I came home to, always had a smile for me, snuggled up to me if I was feeling blue. Every decision I made in my life over the last ten years was with Max in mind first. Everything I did, and the many things I didn't do, was because he was at home waiting for me. <br />
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I hope he knows that. I hope he knows that he taught me responsibility, selflessness, positivity, forgiveness, the power of unconditional love. He changed my life for the better, and now my life won't be the same without him.<br />
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I love you, Max.<br />
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i carry your heart with me(i carry it in <br />
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my heart)i am never without it(anywhere <br />
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done <br />
by only me is your doing,my darling) <br />
i fear <br />
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want <br />
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) <br />
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant <br />
and whatever a sun will always sing is you <br />
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here is the deepest secret nobody knows <br />
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud <br />
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows <br />
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) <br />
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart <br />
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i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">See the scar? </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">I have great doctors at Pets First Animal Clinic in Boise. Shout out to Dr. McKown, Dr. Eklund and their wonderful staff for taking such good care of me!!! Hopefully the growth on my shoulder will not come back. But for now it's healing well and I feel much better now that I'm not high on pain meds and anesthesia. My family thought it was pretty funny the way I looked at them after surgery. The way I looked, they thought I was seeing 12 of them. And you know what? They were right! Why do humans like to get high? You can't walk, you don't want to eat, and all you do is sleep all day! </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Recently I also supervised some housework... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAv-pQSLa4nq46d-4VZAGuealh9Y2lPes1knxh8iSwjfyFvHCq5zpXPveiygiHNhSJHzR-bHBlVsXND-5iVGOztlY52kGbM8CIoNIgo5aNRdJziNRiaRE1Gg0WpU_g3g0ZuvUSYxpFDzoE/s1600/supervise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAv-pQSLa4nq46d-4VZAGuealh9Y2lPes1knxh8iSwjfyFvHCq5zpXPveiygiHNhSJHzR-bHBlVsXND-5iVGOztlY52kGbM8CIoNIgo5aNRdJziNRiaRE1Gg0WpU_g3g0ZuvUSYxpFDzoE/s320/supervise.jpg" tt="true" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is me, watching the paint crew (Papa Cef, Auntie Debbie and Maria) with Nancy, or as I like to call her, Mama Queso. For a long time she was The Cheese Lady, but I thought that since I have a Papa Cef, "Mama Queso" would sound better.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And guess what? The painting was taking place at my new house!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well, it's time to go lay down. I will write soon! Sooner than 133 days!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Lately I've been having a bit of a hard time, as you can see in the photo above. The bandage on my shoulder is covering a growth that is getting bigger and bigger. It doesn't really bother me, other than being itchy. I had a similar growth taken off in the same place a few months ago. ((SIGH)) Eventually I will have to have this one surgically removed too.<br />
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Also, a couple weeks ago I had a problem with my back and had to go to the emergency room. I have some sort of problem with my vertebrae and I'll have to have surgery on that, too. It can be painful, but more than anything it is really impeding my mountain climbing time! My family thinks that I was a goat in a past life because I like spending time on the hills created by the retaining walls in the backyard.<br />
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I've also been spending a lot of time eating the rose bushes, which I know I shouldn't be doing - but I can't help it! They are <b>delicious!!!</b> Remember Dorothy the Dinosaur from The Wiggles? She loved roses and I never understood why until I tasted the bushes in my Papa Cef's and Mama Queso's backyard. <br />
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The world seems to be in an uproar lately about health care. Nobody's getting along. But I think it's more than that. Dogs are dogs. We don't put labels on each other. But I think it's all these labels that humans are putting on each other that's causing the problem. Liberal, Progressive, Conservative, Democrat, Republican, Blue Dog... wait. <i><b>Blue dog</b></i>?! I was shocked to hear this.<br />
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Why?<br />
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Because although there<b> is</b> such a thing as a blue nosed pitbull (see above), there is no such thing as a dog who is into politics. Politics, my dear reader, is where I think humans got it wrong.<br />
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Man, haven't you learned anything at all from your best friend? Maybe if you spent more time with those of us of the canine persuasion you would understand how to treat each other better. So here are some tips on how to start:<br />
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Forgive and forget. Why hold a grudge? If I held a grudge for every time my family left me home alone or every time someone was eating chicken and didn't give me any I would be mad all the time. Let it go and be happy!<br />
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Be nice. True, not all dogs are nice. But most of them know how to treat each other. Most of them know the protocol of how to act, react, and get along so that the entire dog park is a pleasant place to hang out. And if someone is different than you, that's not a reason to fight. It IS a great reason to get to know each other by taking a nap together.<br />
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Love unconditionally... <br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9188350298478433812.post-55541106458384252912010-03-22T21:52:00.000-06:002010-03-22T21:52:26.811-06:00You CAN Teach an Old Dog New TricksIn all my life I've never had a doggy door. When I was younger I could hold it all day long and then some. But as I've gotten older it's gotten harder for me to wait. So my grandpa made me this door. Can you believe that it only took them 10 minutes to show me how to use it? I may be old but I'm still sharp!<br />
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The door is homemade and fits into the sliding glass door and sometimes, if you come home on a sunny day, you will catch me catching some rays in the back yard. If it's cold and wet, I'll be curled up inside behind the furniture! Good thing I live in a place where it doesn't rain all the time!<br />
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There is something to be said for owning your own power tools. For 15.00 my grandpa made a door that usually costs around 400.00.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9188350298478433812.post-23789347231094163082010-03-19T21:21:00.000-06:002010-03-19T21:21:51.831-06:00Max-E-Que<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA8HeXImAwTfAOX53bzTeX-HVEr_cfxfc1lqmLcUOWewLYxYSZi0Xb0IZeYDcnAEZ-njuKGE4eUASzcXXz4KY6mr-i6JFxlJdVILNukFfIty2zi2yt-X4fe6V8LN8KvRbis3AE04CYxxtx/s1600-h/Image000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA8HeXImAwTfAOX53bzTeX-HVEr_cfxfc1lqmLcUOWewLYxYSZi0Xb0IZeYDcnAEZ-njuKGE4eUASzcXXz4KY6mr-i6JFxlJdVILNukFfIty2zi2yt-X4fe6V8LN8KvRbis3AE04CYxxtx/s400/Image000.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Today was a great day for a barbecue!<br />
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And yes, I did eat some!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9188350298478433812.post-87707084484367383222010-03-18T18:34:00.000-06:002010-03-18T18:43:33.552-06:00My brackets<br><br /><div>Okay, okay. I don't really have any brackets. As March Madness continues I only have one favorite.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Although I've never been to Seattle, Washington I have an interest in the Washington-Marquette game because my family is from there. As a matter of fact, my gramma still lives there, as do my aunts and uncle, and my cousins (Hi, Olivia, Allani and Q!).</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>But the main reason I want Washington to win is, of course, because they are the Washington Huskies. So here's a tip for those of you who ARE completing brackets: Look for the dogs. They're the winners!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNlubJbAtVAI_O0ovnuHQ4kBkVafSZNjxUR-8CahSQ1Aj5zb48UHmvH-94zA8rfmPZlHlLvrFXgkO3S1uWd11s18Kx4HALFH1Golx9XfcAhGAZD-3T20IMRka3g1Ni-f5VrcjZU-yIK1Az/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 92px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450138441763275602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNlubJbAtVAI_O0ovnuHQ4kBkVafSZNjxUR-8CahSQ1Aj5zb48UHmvH-94zA8rfmPZlHlLvrFXgkO3S1uWd11s18Kx4HALFH1Golx9XfcAhGAZD-3T20IMRka3g1Ni-f5VrcjZU-yIK1Az/s320/images.jpg" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9188350298478433812.post-60772952163785572152010-03-14T11:58:00.001-06:002010-03-14T12:02:28.763-06:00Guess who?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbgxrduOQrveVQFSRDdpxK1RPI9gYAFi7qMefnPMMNZGEzH96f6DQ7W_l7vllx_M37h_5PcLGiKTQfrzViY0jkc2s9ZnRZZaIQD7nBSAfxm_rGzCY-r5drdgrEMb3nsR_ED_WL3G5HbEW8/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbgxrduOQrveVQFSRDdpxK1RPI9gYAFi7qMefnPMMNZGEzH96f6DQ7W_l7vllx_M37h_5PcLGiKTQfrzViY0jkc2s9ZnRZZaIQD7nBSAfxm_rGzCY-r5drdgrEMb3nsR_ED_WL3G5HbEW8/s320/Image011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448550599803820066" border="0" /></a>It's me! I've been lounging a lot lately. Over the last few months I've had a rough go of things. I hurt myself as us old timers sometimes do. But with the proper meds and some rest and relaxation, life has been good.<br /><br />It has been really windy the past two days and because of the wind, I took full advantage of the rug that blew off the porch into the yard. Today there's a slight breeze and I'm enjoying the sunshine!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnLi48QzrZhbYkKoNd_7e7f4xTkJlnEvy-IINiD8tdDQt82R-i2wdCRG6popipj8TZSuaWT4qZKXnuDsQvqOTvcRfMScYMuKRDRK7ufOVTroD2nfn6Pe9eTNbinsW8oDY6xjWycZV9pqIm/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnLi48QzrZhbYkKoNd_7e7f4xTkJlnEvy-IINiD8tdDQt82R-i2wdCRG6popipj8TZSuaWT4qZKXnuDsQvqOTvcRfMScYMuKRDRK7ufOVTroD2nfn6Pe9eTNbinsW8oDY6xjWycZV9pqIm/s320/Image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448551294143980114" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9188350298478433812.post-54213012597801982572009-06-19T21:33:00.004-06:002011-07-03T15:47:45.752-06:00BoThe first hundred days are long gone. As you can see, I am a supporter of President Obama, and now there is a good reason for me to really follow his administration.<br />
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It's been a while so here's a little update: <br />
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The move to greener pastures has been great for me. I'm spoiled by my grandparents, loved by my aunt, and soon my cousin Olivia is coming to visit.<br />
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She is a little smaller than me - okay, she's a lot smaller than me - but I don't discriminate when it comes to running around the yard. I can't wait to play with her and show her my new hometown!<br />
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I can't wait!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9188350298478433812.post-31777416123684711692008-10-09T12:32:00.001-06:002010-03-20T15:09:08.995-06:00The New Adventures of the Old Max<div>If you're a frequent reader of my blog, you know that I used to reside to Park Slope, Brooklyn. These days, though, you can find me in and around Boise, Idaho (the town of Caldwell, to be exact). It was a long and harrowing journey back in August and I was sad to leave one of my favorite neighborhoods in the world. <br />
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<div>However, adventure awaited at our extended stop in Huntington, Indiana. I spent many a relaxing day on the farm, taking in the wildlife and being spoiled by my very gracious hosts.</div><br />
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<div>This is Ana, a girlfriend I met when staying in Huntington. She smelled strange - and for some reason she wouldn't leave me alone. I have that affect on women.</div><br />
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And fun things to try. (My grandfather and I both drove a tractor for the first time!)</div><br />
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Alas, the time on the farm came to an end and it was onwards to our new home. <br />
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Imagine my surprise when we ended up here: <br />
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It's a lot smaller that New York but the people are nicer - and there are a lot of things to do outside because the climate is considered high desert. Just this past weekend I attended a soiree for the humane society here, then traipsed over to Grove Plaza for a little WorldFest. </div><br />
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So from now on, you'll be hearing from me and my new adventures in Idaho. <br />
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Happy tails, er- trails, to you! <br />
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<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGPtkC3Jbzgj9qQNLY4tFjCK47u1vjq8hhW1R7hX1pcdndeERUxoLQW6qSwRLGkFiM7kqxfeDEIGLwMJVtd2AnDw3tP79nBUSJbJO4_N9cETrsRRY-r4K7IeptEJtnKaMFgLc7L0s_zwxG/s1600-h/maxonthemove08.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255229877448718786" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGPtkC3Jbzgj9qQNLY4tFjCK47u1vjq8hhW1R7hX1pcdndeERUxoLQW6qSwRLGkFiM7kqxfeDEIGLwMJVtd2AnDw3tP79nBUSJbJO4_N9cETrsRRY-r4K7IeptEJtnKaMFgLc7L0s_zwxG/s320/maxonthemove08.JPG" style="cursor: pointer;" /></a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9188350298478433812.post-60030904180532260852008-07-08T21:51:00.000-06:002008-07-10T09:48:42.098-06:00Dog Days<span style="font-family:verdana;">According to Wikipedia:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>The phrase Dog Days or "the dog days of summer", refers to the hottest, most sultry days of summer. They are a phenomenon of the </em></span><a class="mw-redirect" title="Northern hemisphere" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Northern_hemisphere"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>northern hemisphere</em></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><em> that usually falls between early July and early September but the actual dates vary greatly from region to region, depending on </em></span><a title="Latitude" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latitude"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>latitude</em></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><em> and </em></span><a title="Climate" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Climate"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>climate</em></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>. Dog Days can also define a time period or event that is very hot or stagnant, or marked by dull lack of progress.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Indeed. I miss the Spring days when my roommate would take me to Prospect Park or the Fall days when we'd walk all the way down 5th Avenue so I could look into all the shop doors to see who was there. Heck, I even miss the Winter days when I could run like a Husky over dirty snow and watch kids try to sled down the Slope. But the dog days of Summer are <strong>the worst</strong>. I can't do anything but feel <em>stagnant</em>, marking the <em>dull lack of progress</em> of my days.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I am a short nosed breed, which means that I don't handle the summer months all that well. They are not my favorite time of year because I can't stay outside for very long. My roommate even bought me this collar you can fill with ice or a refreezeable packet called a Kool Kollar (<a href="http://www.fillmewithice.com/">http://www.fillmewithice.com/</a>). I highly recommend it, although on super hot days it only lasts for about 30 minutes. Then I stop walking. She hates it when I do that. I can be very stubborn! The dog walker even wrote her this message today: "Kool Kollar gave Max more energy... <em>to be stubborn</em>!" </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">My walker is uber cool, by the way. He's patient, he's smart, and he believes in positive training. Whoever said you can't teach an old dog new tricks was dead wrong! They obviously never met Mike! If you live in the Slope and you're looking for someone you can trust with your dog, you should give him a call.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><a href="http://www.mikedogtraining.com/">http://www.mikedogtraining.com/</a></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hi, by the way. My name is Max. I have two roommates and we live in Park Slope, Brooklyn. I'm running to become the first black canine mayor of Brooklyn. Not to be confused with my fellow blogspotter named Max, who is also running for Mayor (of someplace in Indiana), <a href="http://reelectmayorellison.blogspot.com/2007/04/mayors-responsibilities.html">http://reelectmayorellison.blogspot.com/2007/04/mayors-responsibilities.html</a> </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'll be putting my platform together soon and posting it here. I'm mainly interested in the <strong>campaigning</strong> part of running for mayor, not really the actual <em>work </em>part of being a mayor. I like meeting people, playing with and kissing babies, smiling and bringing people and pets together.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Stay tuned and s</span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">tay cool!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#99ff99;">Max</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1