Monday, October 28, 2019

Extra Pound gets hounded . . .

Dogging his Steps
Full fully around, turned himself, Extra Pound,
And cursed that odd dog that so did him hound,
That had dogged
His mud-clogged
Feet for league after league without bound.

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Wednesday, April 10, 2019

Bite as Bad as Its Bark

Know Your Spices!
(A Knuckle Sandwich)

I've been taking a daily walk to get my cardiovascular system running better. That appears to be working, especially since my walk is up to the top of Mt. Bonghwa and down again.

But one ought to take precautions. Let others know your whereabouts. You cannot, of course, really get lost on a big hill. If in doubt, go up.

One more thing. Always carry pepper spray. The women with their little toy dogs are out and about, and they can be dangerous!

The dogs, I mean.

The day before yesterday, on Mt. Bonghwa, a little lapdog about half the size of a small chihuahua burst forth from under a bench where its kindly, elderly, female owner was seated, quickly achieved lift-off, and a split-second later landed on my right calf, where it attached itself by its sharp teeth to my lower right leg and hung there like a second appendage.

Briefly. Very briefly. But painfully.

Pepper spray would been a perfect revenge. That's why I told all of you up above: "Always carry pepper spray!"

I didn't follow my own advice, and I am now a sadder but wiser man . . .

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Friday, August 31, 2018

Rotund, but Franklinesqe?

Deflated Basketball
A Provoking Object

The following isn't doggerel - it's even worse! It's in the pre-doggerel, feline-fine category:
Going to Fat

Burly to bed
and
burly to rise
makes a big belly
that can shimmy
likewise.
And whoever wrote this inglorious, if diffuse, even nebulous screed against adipose tissue is a skinny little anorexic fatophobe!

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Sunday, July 01, 2018

Doggone Wisdom!

But No Bark

Benjamin Franklin said:
No wood without bark.
Odd wisdom, but keep a dog handy, just in case you run out of charcoal, and bark is needed - and maybe something wood will come of it.

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Sunday, January 07, 2018

Straw Dog


"A drowning man will clutch at a straw dog."

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Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Misheard Advice

Misheard "Doggone"

Don't put off till tomorrow what you still can't do today.

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Thursday, September 07, 2017

Every Dog?

Dog Days
kynádes hēmérai
(κυνάδες ἡμέραι)

Every dog has its dog day.

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Sunday, August 13, 2017

Six Feet Underdog?


It's better to live than to decease.

But all dogs go to heaven
because they give
more
than they receive.

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Sunday, April 30, 2017

Old Dog

New Trick

You're never too old to learn that you can't teach an old dog new tricks!

Of course, I could be wrong . . .

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Monday, March 06, 2017

Dogwise, it makes sense

And I don't even like carrots!
October 31, 2016
English 2utor

Every dog has its day dreams.

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Monday, February 27, 2017

Old Wisdom, Level 102


Dogs bark, but the caravan rolls on over them.

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Sunday, February 26, 2017

Old Wisdom, Level 101

Barking Mad

A barking dog never bites while it's still barking.

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Thursday, January 29, 2015

Personhood: Going to the Dogs?

Cathleen Kaveny

In a blog post on "The Status of Animals" (Commonweal, January 27, 2015), the Catholic scholar Cathleen Kaveny, a Boston College professor who studies the interconnections of of law, religion, and morality, wrote the following about her dog Molly:
Over the past several months, I have been increasingly convinced that Molly is a person - a non-human person, but a person nonetheless. She has emotions. She has moods. She has reason, and will. She has goals - and she pursues them with astonishing success.
Is she building a legal case for the personhood of dogs? Hmmm . . .


Anyway, in a comment to Kaveny's remarks, Joseph A. Komonchak, a professor emeritus of the Catholic University of America in Washington, D.C. and an expert on Vatican II, wrote the following about a dog with whom he used to play frisbee:
We once had a brown Labrador Retriever who would fetch for hours. One day I threw a frisbee and she raced after it. It happened to land, upside-down, near a tennis ball that had occupied her at another time. She looked from ball to disk, from disk to ball, and then picked up the ball, placed it in the disk, picked up the disk, and trotted back to me with both treasures. Surely a sign of some intelligence.
Significantly so, I'd say. Dogs are truly special. For more on dog intelligence, see Wikipedia - and be amazed.

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