Chico the Wonder Dog...

She's OK...

2012-02-04T22:06:00.000-08:00

Well, I found out the teddy-bear's little girl in Portugal is back and is ok. She was in the hospital for a brief (10 day) stay. He asked her, "Really?" ...he is so profound... She says, "Yes, James...look," and showed him the little plastic hospital bracelet still on her wrist. She is such a sweet little girl, and a very talented singer/song writer, I don't really know what she sees in him.

It's strange, I must say. He must have something I can't see...or what would my Donna Lee ever have seen in him? Well, who would know. I see her once in a while when she visits me in Doggie Heaven. She always says to me , "Oh, Chico, my Chico," and kisses my cheek. It is Heavenly!
And she always speaks of her 'teddy-bear,' like he is something special. She says, 'Chico, you will see someday.' Maybe I will...maybe I will...
arf...

WOW!!!!!!!!!!!

2012-01-14T20:47:00.000-08:00

Whoa!...I just got a shrill ringing in one of my ears...someone must be talking about me. ~let me take a quick look~ hmmm'...What the he-double-l is this all about???
Oh, yeah...I might have known. The teddy bear is talking about me again. But I don't think it is about my sweetie pie, Donna Lee...uhhh...Oh, I see. He is all excited about that fellow from Georgia,-Gingrich something-or-other...

I know he has been missing my Donna Lee a lot lately. Maybe if she isn't busy teaching the other Angels how to sing, I will go to her place and see about both of us dropping in on him sometime soon. I scooted across the room as a shadow a week or so ago. I tell you, this guy is strange sometimes but quite alert. I heard him say, "Chico, is that You?" I didn't flop my ears or anything,-just wanted to check in on him for a second.

I guess his little girl in Portugal went her way finally. He has been trying to let her off gently for some time. For her sake, he says, but I wonder. She usually calls by now, a week and a half, but not this time. Maybe now he will find some nice lady to sing with him. I know I'll be glad when he does...and gets out of the stinking house and resumes his entertaining of the more senior than he is seniors.

Yesterday was a Friday the 13th and I could feel him thinking about her,-she was born on a Friday the 13th, 75 years ago last November. And she has been in Heaven two years and four months,-55 minutes ago. *yeah, I keep track...so what?
I kind of hope he comes out of his rut pretty soon, while he can still croak out a tune. It will be very hard after his being with my Donna Lee for 38 years-40, now. I hope he can but if he can't, oh well...
'Arf'...

Buying It Back...

2010-07-06T10:18:00.000-07:00

I was asked by an acquaintance to address this problem, for his sake and the sake of some of his 'friends'. He couldn't have come to a better place than here for advice and counsel...

Buying it back...This is the most pervasive and feared phrase in sales. Pervasive, because many, many salespeople do it so much, usually without even realizing what they are doing; feared because it is the absolute pinnacle of how to lose a sale.

I know a man who, in some years gone by, was the very best car salesman in a crew of ten salesmen. He sold more cars, pickups and trucks than any of the other salesmen, going away. When he approached a prospective customer, likely as not, that person would buy a car from him. (Provided, of course, the prospect was at least a bit ready to buy a car) This fellow had a gift of gab unequaled in the annals of car sales! (Well, maybe not quite that unequaled,-at least unequaled in this specific crew of salespeople)

However, it wasn't always that way. When he first started his sales career, he lost many more sales than he made. His approach was good and he made friends with the prospect easily and he had very good knowledge of the product but, at the last moment, something happened and the prospect decided to not buy the vehicle.
'Duh'--What's going on, he asked himself? He got no answer that made any sense so he asked another salesman who had been in the business longer than any of the others; he asked 'Pappy,' Myron W., the best salesman there at that time. Myron not only sold vehicles, seemingly without much effort, but he had the same people and even their children coming back to him time after time to buy more vehicles.

*Now I'm going into the first person mode, for the sake of expedition.

As soon as I mentioned my problem to Pappy, he nodded and said he had watched me make and then lose sales. I axed him what the heck that is supposed to mean and he said something that made no sense at all to me. He said, "You're selling the cars all right, very well, in fact, but then, you're buying them back."

He could tell I had no idea what he meant by that so he proceeded with his explanation.(forget the quotes)He had watched how I greeted the customers and made friends with them and he said I did a very good job of helping them decide which car or pickup they needed, (actually, wanted)and how informed I was as to what equipment each model had. He said he had watched and he could tell the very moment the customer had, in his own mind, 'bought' the vehicle.

Then I looked a question mark at him, then I just blurted out, "Then what the hell happened?" What happened, he said, is,-after you sold the car to them, you bought it back. I still didn't know what he meant so he proceeded; You did a good job of selling the car, telling them how good it was and how much them would like it and on and on. OK, so far.

Then, after they decided they would buy the car, you kept on selling and selling. Since they had already decided to buy the car, they began to wonder if something was wrong after all. Otherwise, why are you going on and on about the car; You've convinced them to buy,-why not be quiet now and allow them to enjoy their decision? It's as if you need to justify selling the car; something must be wrong.

I thought about this for a few moments and it finally dawned on me what he meant by what he said. And he was absolutely right. And this, of course, applies to just about everything else in the world that is worth 'buying.'
Once a person convinces you that you need to have what they have, be it material things, politics or religion, you need to back off and allow them to bask in their decision.
It's like talking to a Christian and recognizing his faith then, when he drives his car away, seeing 37 stickers on the back; a fish,-Honk if You Love the Lord," Where were you when they crucified the Lord and on and on and on, ad nausea.
Or an e-mail that says if you don't forward this on to six thousand people, God won't like you anymore.

When you obsess on anything,you seem to want to cram it down others throats, it appears as if you are trying to convince yourself, too, to rationalize,- and that is when you begin 'Buying it back.'

I hope I have made this clear to all of you folks (you know who you are) who have sold folks your way of thinking or being and then, in one fell swoop, bought it back.

Are you one of these people? Think about it...

Arf...

Just Waiting Around...

2010-06-08T20:53:00.000-07:00

I was looking down at Red Bluff a couple of weeks ago and saw that the teddy-bear finally got my Donna Lees headstone placed. I must say, I approve of it.
I don't know if my Donna Lee specified what she wanted on it but she must have; I doubt her teddy-bear is smart enough to think things up on his own.
He spent a little while there the day it was placed. He looked so sad and alone. I almost felt sorry for him.
Just as he was leaving, he said, "I love you, Sweetie. I'll see you there before too long."
I guess he sent pictures of the headstone to a few relatives and friends. I don't think anyone has been there yet, though.
It must have been very cold in Hell last week, though, because his daughter, Margaret came up to Red Bluff and spent the weekend with him.
Margarets' daughter, Leesa, came over and spent the evening with them,-she and her three small boys. The boys seem to be a bit more well behaved than a while back.
They all went to the cemetery and visited my Donna Lee. It was a very touching visit. Leesa still has a bit of a problem with her emotions when they talk about her Grandmother. She loved her very much.
Her Grandmother was always there for the boys birthdays and other things. She even went to San Francisco with Leesa once because Leesa had to take her baby and the baby was still nursing. Her Grandmother loved her very much, too.
I need to tell all of you about the headstone. Look at the picture of it above. My picture was engraved on the top-right and a rose that grew out of my Donna Lees' cat, Skeeters, grave is engraved on the top left. She really loved that cat. I kind of liked her, too.
Here is a picture of me subduing Skeeter the first day I met her. We got along very well after that.
She thought she was a real little girl,-and she acted like it. It was a shame she was killed by a car.
Anyhow, they buried her in the back yard right by the fence and planted a rose vine on her grave.
It didn't even bud the first year but the next year, it really popped open with a great big, beautiful single rose.
They took a picture of it and that is what the rose on the headstone is patterned from. The man who made it did a very good job.
Well, I think I'll go over here behind a cloud and take a little nap. I'll be back to see you again if anything of any importance happens.
I visited the teddy-bear a few weeks ago,-just for a few seconds, just to remind him I am around. I like to see him jump in his seat when I flop my ears back and forth and make a machine gun sound.
My Donna Lee told me she visited him for just a second a few weeks back. He was having a problem deciding to sell her car and she wanted him to know it was all right. She said she called his name out, pretty loud, and he came out of his chair and called her name and looked around. What a dud!
Oh, well... I guess he loves her and misses her all the time. I know she loves and misses him. She told me so. I guess they both are just sorta waiting around,-for now, anyhow.
I hope this information has done some good for some of you. Take care and I'll see you later.

Arf...

"One Nation, Under God..."

2010-06-06T08:14:00.000-07:00

*For those of you who do not know how the words, "Under God," got into our pledge of allegiance to our flag-a condensed description of the process:

"I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one nation (under God), indivisible, with liberty and justice for all."

This beautiful statement, pledging allegiance to our flag was written by Francis Bellamy in the year of our Lord, 1892. It was first spoken by school children on October 12th, 1892, during an observance ceremony of Columbus Day. The then US President, Benjamin Harrison, proclaimed the pledge to be official immediately before the first pledge was made on that Columbus Day.

The original wording of the pledge was amended several times in the following years. It was recognized officially by Congress as our official pledge on June 22nd, 1942.
The pledge hand salute originally was a right hand thrust forward and slightly raised in the direction of the flag, palm down at the start and palm up at the ending, much as the German hand salute to 'der fuhrer', the leader of Germany, Adolph Hitler.
President Roosevelt changed this to the right hand over the heart on June 22nd, 1942, when Congress made the pledge law.

On February 8th, 1954, a bill was introduced into congress adding the words, "Under God," to the pledge and the necessary legislation was approved and passed by congress and, on Flag Day, June 14, 1954, President Dwight David Eisenhower signed the addition of, "Under God," to our official Pledge of Allegiance to our Flag, into law.

*In virtually every poll of the citizens of the United States of America by any major pollster, we have approved by a two thirds + majority of votes of our pledge of allegiance to our flag and of the inclusion of the words, "Under God," into that pledge. (As, incidentally, we have approved of a prayer to our Lord in schools and other events)

So, there you have it, for best or worst, (whichever you prefer) and you can (or may) take it (or not) and do with it as you wish. (or don't)
Now, excuse me, I'm headed back upstairs, Glad I could help.

Arf...

Final Resting Place...

2010-02-04T10:32:00.000-08:00

From my lofty perch, I watched my Donna Lees' teddybear a couple of days ago. He was rushing around, filled with more energy than I have seen him exhibit in a long while. I wondered why I would pick this particular day to check on him.
He Drove to the Oak Hill Cemetery then back home then back to the cemetery where he walked around different parts of the cemetery before going into the cemetery office then to a stonemasons' shop then to the County Courthouse and then, finally, back home.
'What,' I asked myself, 'is he doing?'
Then I remembered a conversation I overheard between my Donna Lee and her teddybear several years ago, before I was transferred to Doggie Heaven to guard the Small Doggie Lawn.
It was about them being cremated after they died and what, if anything, they wished to have done with their ashes. (remains, if you prefer)
The teddybear responded rather quickly as he sometimes is wont to do, with something like, 'It won't matter to me what you do with mine since I'll be dead anyhow. You can flush them or do whatever you want to with them; spread them around your plants like fertilizer, as a source of potassium.' And he chuckled (he does a lot of that) at that suggestion.
My Donna Lee grimaced at that bit of tripe and, as she is wont to do, pondered the question for a time before giving the answer anyone who knows her would expect. (since she is a very considerate and loving person)
She said, "Honey, (she used to call him that once in a while-why I haven't a clue since he is anything but) I want to be someplace where the kids or anyone else can come to visit; a place that bears my name." Then she quickly added (as I knew she would) "I'd really like you to be there with me."
The teddybear got quieter than I have ever seen him. Then, after a brief moment, he reached over and took her hand and pulled her to him and hugged her and gently kissed her. I knew then that it would be the way she wanted it to be.
Then I did what I should have done in the first place; I tuned in on the teddybears brainwaves, his thoughts, if you prefer.
He had found a nice spot in the cemetery, right next to a drive, (where it can be seen on a rainy day without getting out of the car) and bought that small plot of ground for my Donna Lees' and his remains to be buried; together,- forever.
Then he had stopped at the stonemasons shop and arranged for a headstone for their last resting place. It is polished stone and will have inscribed on it; Together Forever,- JC and Donna Lee then at the bottom, Alexander.
On the top left will be a rose, inscribed, 'Skeeters Rose' in honor of my Donna Lees' last little girl, a charcoal colored yellow eyed Burmese (she really loved that cat) and on the top right will be the image of the top part of a Chihuahua inscribed, 'Chico.'
He didn't put ...'the Wonder Dog' on it because only he called me that. To my Donna Lee, I was just always her, 'Chico'.
Then the teddybear went to the courthouse and got the appropriate permit to have his sweeties' remains put into their final resting place.
I felt myself slipping away then as I watched a large sigh come from the teddybear. I think I saw a little tear collect and trace it's way down his cheek. I think he is relieved, now that he has finally arranged for his sweeties request to be honored. I know I am.
Now all that's left is to have her placed in her final resting place, (he'll do that soon) where eventually, he will join her.
Well, there you have it. You can (or may) do with it as you wish. (or not.)

Arf...

Just In Case Anybody Is Curious...

2010-01-04T08:22:00.000-08:00

A very young doggie angel came over to me today ( actually, there are no 'todays' in Doggie Heaven since there is no 'time' as such) and asked me if any of my 'loved ones' (yeah, right,-my only loved one is already here, in people Heaven...) knew exactly where I am. It occurred to me, probably no one on Earth does.
Since, even now, after death, people still find a way to come to me for the ultimate in knowledge and advice, I have decided to show you exactly where in Heaven we are.
The writing is a little crude because I enlisted the aid (unnecessary as that was) of the youngster who asked me the question of where we are and he hasn't mastered the art of human writing as yet.
All right and without further ado, here is a cosmic chart of exactly where in the Heavens my Donna Lee and I are.
Actually, here is a little better and closer shot of our places in Heaven. The BIG, BRIGHT SPOT just to the lower left is where the Big Guy sometimes comes to confer with his Top Dog.
As you can see, I am a bit farther out than my Donna Lee (or as the teddy bear would say, his sweetie) is, probably because dogs died before people after the Big Guy created us all.
Rumor is, Cain took his dog hunting with him and the dog, refusing to ever give up the chase of a much faster animal, died when his heart burst from the strain. Right after that, Cain, still feeling the strain of his favorite pet dying, went home and killed his brother, Abel.
Anyhow, that's the rumor and I tend to believe it since, I'm sure there is no one who can prove otherwise.
I like this positioning because it puts me in a place where I can more easily watch over my Donna Lee. I probably should 'look that' to her teddy bear but, what the hey, he'll find out for himself soon enough.

These are the facts and you can,-or may,- take them or leave them, whichever you prefer. You all, too, the same as the teddy bear, will find out for yourselves soon enough.

Arf...

Floyd, the Tall Skinny Step-brother...

2009-12-18T10:52:00.000-08:00

I just heard from Donna's Teddybear again. What a pest he is sometimes but I guess I owe him a favor. He still can't get past Donna Lee on, "A Time and a Place," so he asked me (thought to me) to post this piece of tripe for him so, here goes. 'snort'
CHAPTER THREE…School days…
...Mother took me to register for the first grade in the autumn of 1940. The school officials said I had to be five years old to start. So Mother took me back in January of 1941 and enrolled me in the first grade. I finished the first grade that year and advanced to the second grade when I was still five years old. I went to Galen Clark School.
The following year just before school started Mother took me to the school cafeteria to get my shots. I don’t remember what the shot was for but I know it must have been terrible because every kid there was whimpering or crying out loud in anticipation of the shot. Mom and I got in line and I didn’t have enough sense to be scared so I just went along with line until I reached the nurse who was giving the shots. She smiled at me and told me to roll up my sleeve and I did. She gave me the shot and it stung a little but I didn’t flinch or cry. She looked up at my mother and said,” My, what a brave little Man!” Mom said,” Yes he is.”
Floyd Bue, who would later become my stepbrother, also went to Galen Clark. Floyd had a high squeaky voice and, although he was a tall boy for his age and as physical as he should be for his height, he was timid and afraid of just about anyone who wanted to terrorize him.
There were a lot of Mexicans enrolled in school and three of them liked to wait for Floyd and pick at him as he was walking home from school. The last time they made him cry, he told them that his brother was going to school soon and they had better watch out.
I started awhile later and sure enough, on the way home that first day, the Mexican kids were waiting for him. Floyd was taller than I was but I was fatter than he was and that made me seem bigger. Floyd told me ahead of time about the boys and we were ready for them.
When they approached us, one of them said,” Is that your brother?” and Floyd said it was and he is tough. The boy walked over to me and asked how tough I was and I punched him in the mouth.
He started running away from us and the other two followed him. They never bothered us again. Floyd and I spent a lot of time together and we never bothered anyone and, after that incident, no one bothered us again.
I vaguely remember a water tower we climbed. I don’t remember what we did on it; I think just looked around. I thought up most of the things Floyd and I did together and he usually just went along with them.
*The Teddybear wanted me to add this, too, so here it is.
The following is something that happened which, for whatever reason, has stuck in my mind as one of the most disappointing things I can ever remember happening to me as a child.

The carnival was in town and it is the first carnival I can ever remember. I was very excited about going and thought about it all day the day I was supposed to go. I went to school that day and mother told me to wait at the gate on a certain side of the schoolyard after school was out. I waited at the wrong gate and when they didn’t find me at the right gate, they went on to the carnival without me.
I waited until almost dark then went home. There was nobody there and I didn’t know where the carnival was so I didn’t get to go. It left town the next day. All anyone could say to me was, ” You should have been at the right gate.” Sure. Thanks!

I hated everyone for a long time after that for not looking for me. Sometimes I feel like I still do.Who knows how the mind works.

Arf...

My Donna Lee...My Bright Light...

2009-11-10T06:18:00.000-08:00

I never thought it would happen but I must apologize for something; even explain myself. (hard to believe, isn' it)
I have been slow to post on this blog of late and I feel I need to explain.
I am ashamed that, for a while, I neglected to check on my earthly ties, my late family. I guess I was I was too busy conferring with the Top Dog and his doggie angels about ethereal things. (They come to me quite often for advice and my opinion of things of importance)
One day, some time ago, a feeling came over me; a feeling of elation, but oddly, mixed with a feeling of foreboding. 'How can this be,' I asked myself? But I only had to wonder for an instant.
All of a sudden, there was a brilliant flash,-a bright light such as the one described by me in my last post.(as per CA's blog of a while back) I looked in amazement as a flawlessly beautiful body stepped out of that flash of light.
'This person looks familiar,' I thought to myself.
Then it dawned on me; this was the most wonderful person I had ever known on Earth; the only person to whom I had given my complete love and affection while I was in my earthly form; the person I had lived for; this was my Donna Lee dressed in a pure white Heavenly robe and she was here to visit me! It was wonderful!
I rushed over to her and she smiled her sweet smile and picked me up.(this was the first time I had been picked up since I got to Doggie Heaven where I am guarding the Small Doggie Lawn)She nuzzled my cheek and said, 'Chico, my Chico, it's so good to see you again.'
Her breath smelled sweet, just as I remembered it had and I smiled at her (the first time I had ever smiled) and my teeth were white and even! This was, indeed, wonderful!
I asked her how she had gotten here and she told me that the angels in the human part of Heaven had begun to fall down just a little bit in their singing duties so God looked around to find someone who could help and He decided the best one for the job was me. He sent an Angel for me and here I am.
I hated to leave my teddy bear but there was really no choice on my part. You know;-when you are called home, you have to go.'
Then, as she stroked my head, I felt a sharp pain pierce my heart and I yelped softly. In my minds' eye, I saw a man sitting at a computer, staring at the picture of the sweetest, most wonderful person who had ever lived; someone who was half of his life and I felt his profound sorrow that this person had been taken so soon; I felt his deep sadness,-his feeling of helplessness and aloneness there in a now bleak and cold world.
I felt a sob, a catch in my throat and wondered how this could be,-having a feeling such as this even in Heaven. Then I realized,- it wasn't me; it was the man at the computer and, for the very first time in 21 years when I first showed up there on Earth, I almost felt compassion for him; I almost loved him.
My Donna Lee must have known how I was feeling because she said, 'He'll be all right. I'll never leave him,-he knows that and it will help him survive until he and I are together again in a better place.'
Then she set me back down and said, 'It's been wonderful seeing you but I have to go now. My mother and father and, and my son, Barry and our daughter, Rebecca and Jims' mother, Grannie Bue and all the rest are waiting for me. I'll see you again one day and I'll have my teddy bear with me to visit you, too; and this time you'll like him.'
Then there was another and brighter flash of light and Donna Lee, my love, my Earthly mistress, was gone.
I anxiously await another visit from her,-even if she brings her other,-lesser half, her teddy bear, with her. It'll be worth it.

That is my explanation and I hope you will accept it and be happy with it.

Until next time,-Arf...

The Bright Light...

2009-09-06T17:42:00.000-07:00

I have neen hearing all kinds of hoop-la about the 'bright light'. I was over at CA's place and came across this post explaining just what the 'bright light' is and I thought it good enough to post here on this, the ultimate blog of wisdom, information and understanding.

No, no; don't thank me,-at least, not yet. Read the piece first.

The Bright Light of Death...or Near Death...
The bright light of death...the light at the end of a corridor...after death experiences...What is happening?

..."However, the researchers believe that neurophysiological processes must play some part in NDE. Similar experiences can be induced through electrical stimulation of the temporal lobe (and hence of the hippocampus) during neurosurgery for epilepsy, with high carbon dioxide levels (hypercarbia), and in decreased cerebral perfusion resulting in local cerebral hypoxia as in rapid acceleration during training of fighter pilots, or as in hyperventilation followed by valsalva manoeuvre. Ketamine-induced experiences resulting from blockage of the NMDA receptor, and the role of endorphin, serotonin, and enkephalin have also been mentioned, as have near-death-like experiences after the use of LSD, psilocarpine, and mescaline. These induced experiences can consist of unconsciousness, out-of-body experiences, and perception of light or flashes of recollection from the past. These recollections, however, consist of fragmented and random memories unlike the panoramic life-review that can occur in NDE. Further, transformational processes with changing life-insight and disappearance of fear of death are rarely reported after induced experiences.Thus, induced experiences are not identical to NDE...*"

I have no idea what that paragraph says or means; I just wanted to get your attention. 'yuk'
What causes the bright light seen by many when they are either near death or, for a short time, clinically dead? Is it an invitation to enter Heaven or some resting place that exists after our soul leaves our body and before whatever happens to it next, happens?
Is it simply an electrical discharge from our brain as it struggles to either end or preserve our life? There are many theories of what causes the light. Guess what...I have my own.
My theory may have been suggested before by someone else but I haven't read it. If it has, I'm sure I'll hear about it from one of my good friends! 'chuckle'
To put it in simple terms, I believe a person who sees the bright light is simply returning to the place from whence he came.
Don't get gross!...that's not what I mean! When a baby is born, he comes from the darkness of his mothers' womb. The first thing he sees when he first opens his eyes is, compared to the darkness of the womb, a bright light.
Then he begins to live a life of whatever the fates dictate. Everything he does, sees and hears is forever stored in his brain.(His hard drive)
*Some think dreams are the way the brain clears itself of information no longer pertinent to its' operation. This leaves room in its' 'memory' (as opposed to hard drive) for things now happening.*
Even though things are seemingly forgotten, they lurk still in some far reach of the brain; waiting to be recalled when needed again at some future time.
At some time and for whatever reason, everyone will die and some will come close to death and survive.
My theory is: At that time of death or near death, all the things that have been experienced by a living being, that are stored in the brain, begin to be placed in a 'recycle bin' to await permanent deletion.
The information is taken from the conscious brain in the reverse of how it was taken in. That is why our life flashes before us as we die or approach death. The last thing of which we were aware presents itself first and events scroll by our minds in that reverse scenario until we finally reach the thing we first experienced at birth; a bright light; the bright light of life after the womb.
This, however, isn't necessarily the end of our life.
First we (or fate) must decide if we will, in fact, end our life or if we (or fate) decide to return to the land of the living.
If we decide to stay alive awhile longer, many have what is known as an 'out of body' experience. This is the spirit hovering above the body, seeing the scene, aware of things happening below it. Then it returns to the body and we awake.
If, on the other hand, we decide to die, our soul leaves our body, the recycle bin empties and that is the end of our worldly existence. We go to a much better place...(hopefully)

Later...

The Mystery of the Bermuda Triangle...

2009-07-17T16:32:00.000-07:00

The Mystery of the Bermuda Triangle...
There has been much ado about crazy goings-on and mysterious happenings in and around the part of the Atlantic Ocean in the Florida, Bermuda and Puerto Rico area. This area is called the Bermuda Triangle for want of better name and, as you can see, when lines are drawn connecting these three places, the area does resemble a triangle. (For the uninformed, triangle literally means,-three angles)
Within this area strange things have happened. Among other things, entire ships have disappeared and air planes have disappeared. To understand what is happening in this area, one needs to understand a bit about the earth and its construction and makeup.
For instance, the earth is made up of four distinct layers; the inner core which is a solid, extremely hot chunk of metal,- the outer core, which is made of the same metal as the inner core except this extremely hot metal is liquid and moves constantly in accordance with the rotation of the earth, the mantle which is made up of all kinds of materials, rocks and minerals and is not very hot (relatively) and is the thickest of the layers,- and the crust which is the thinnest of the layers and is the layer about which is known the most. We will speak in relative terms.
We know that the earths density and the movements of the different layers (particularly the inner and outer cores) are responsible for the magnetic force which surrounds the earth. It is believed that the magnetic fields are what migratory birds and animals use to chart and stay on the course they use to get to and from their different destinations. There are many other things that are influenced by the magnetic fields.
The amount of radiating emissions of the magnetic fields is determined by the thicknesses of the crust, mantle and outer core and there is a slight fluctuation of magnetic radiance from place to place, depending on that thickness.
The crust is an inch thick while the mantle is ten inches thick, the thickest of the layers. The outer core is six inches thick and the inner core is four inches thick. (all in relative approximations-not to scale)
Now we need to eliminate all underwater fissures and trenches such as the Marianas Trench, which, at almost seven miles deep is the deepest known fissure in the ocean floor. And we need to disregard the highest point on earth, Mount Everest, which is almost five and a half miles above sea level. We will imagine the average elevation between those points and use that. We'll say about six and a quarter miles as a mean. (average)
Now, we will assume that the amount of radiation in the form of a magnetic field is equal all around the earth, so to speak. (Or it should be,-depending on normal fluctuations between the poles, equator and etc)
And, when all is said and done, each spot on earth has an equal radiance of magnetic force. (bouncing off an imagined wall) And, of course, the needle will always point north when placed on a body of water in any container; (or south) the same as a compass.
Now that we have had our lesson in magnetism, fields and the like, let's make our finding. In the 40s, several US military airplanes flew over the Bermuda Triangle and were never heard from again. There were many ships and planes lost both before and after those military planes were lost. We won't go into the specifics. You can look that up any time using Google.
In fact, there is a very large spot under the ocean in the Bermuda Triangle where the mantle is thinner than anywhere else on earth because of a bulge (herniation) caused by pressure from the outer core. The outer core has, for some unknown reason, pushed it's way into the mantle by such an amount as to cause the magnetic field to fluctuate to the degree that makes that area not navigable. (In years to come, the earth itself may begin to feel a slight wobble because of the bulge in the outer core) This affects both airplanes and ships.
And, as for the loss of ships in that area; they sink very quickly (too fast to signal for help or escape) when bubble emissions come up from the sea floor under the ship. These emissions are from several sources; underwater volcanism, trapped air being released from some source and even methane gas released from some place by an underwater earthquake or some such occurrence. If bubbles in monstrous quantities or methane gas rose under a ship of any size, great or small, it would greatly reduce the density of the water and that ship would sink like a rock.
There you have it. Some will call this 'just another theory' but they are free to examine this and make any comment they wish. For my part, I am satisfied that these are the facts so there is really no need to wonder about this 'Bermuda Triangle' mess anymore.

Please don't think you need to thank me; this had to be said and cleared up once and for all and it fell to me to say it. That's what I'm here for!

PS...and, by the way, fyi, there is another strange place right across the earth from the Bermuda Triangle, just south of Japan, called, "The Dragons Triangle" which does the same weird stuff as does the Bermuda one.

Later...

Don't Sweat the Small Stuff...

2009-01-19T20:02:00.000-08:00

Sometimes we overlook things because they seem trivial to us. Sometimes we underestimate because of the smallness of things… I’ll explain.

This is a story that was told to my great-great grandfather many years ago. It was told as a true story by a man who was acquainted with a monk who was there and witnessed it for himself; at least he and others there concluded by the evidence that what I am about to tell you is the only way this could have happened. It wasn’t carried down through the years much because no one really cared to hear it except my family and me. It seemed a bit too strange but I know it's true,-and not at all unusual for my line.

In the high peaks of the Andes Mountain Range in South America was a temple. The temple was at thirteen thousand feet above sea level and was run and maintained by seven monks, men dedicated to God and his teachings.
Also at the temple was a huge Saint Bernard dog, a pet of the monks and a fearless animal whose bravery was responsible for saving the lives of at least three men who, over the years, had strayed off the familiar trail while they were hiking and each had become lost.

Also, but less noticed at the monastery, was a Mexican Chihuahua named Chico. Chico had been given to the Monks eleven years earlier at age one as thanks from the family of a man the monks had rescued from the icy mountain. Chico was a pure bred, pedigreed hairless Chihuahua and was a dog of integrity and faithfulness. He knew when he arrived at the monastery that this was his home from now to almost forever. (He had to leave the monastery briefly once to marry and produce an heir) He loved the Monks and they loved him.
The Saint Bernard, however, was a different story. The Saint Bernard, whom the monks called simply, Dog, resented Chico from the beginning and was often cross with him. But Chico took it in stride and put up with it just as a thoroughbred should.
Now, on one fateful day, a message came by carrier pigeon from the ranger station below that a man had hiked one of the favorite trails and was several days overdue. The message gave all the pertinent information and the monks began readying themselves for a search.
Their gear was assembled and stowed in backpacks. And, as they always did, they fitted the Saint Bernard with a keg of brandy. (I still to this day don’t know why the rescue dogs always carry brandy instead of Irish Whiskey)
When they were all finished packing, they said a silent prayer for the safety of the lost man and for themselves and their rescue dog, Dog.
They put down extra food and water for Chico in case they should be gone for several days. Then they said goodbye to Chico and departed.
They traveled their familiar route, places where a man could stray off the trail and become lost and, after a full day or fruitless searching, they made camp. They had been going a day and half a night and welcomed the respite. Dog needed rest, too.
During the night, fresh snow began falling and by morning, it was coming down very heavily. Then the wind started blowing and a white out occurred.
The men didn’t worry much about that; they had had to put up with blowing snow many times and hadn’t ever lost their bearings.
They decided to split up, three men and Dog going one way and the other four men, the other way. They agreed that after two more days at most, they would return to the monastery.
The weather got worse but the monks persevered and finally the group of four men found the lost hiker snuggled inside a thick sleeping bag, cold and hungry but in good health. They immediately thanked God for their good fortune and headed back to the monastery.
Two more days passed and they began to wonder about the lateness of the other search party, the three monks and Dog. Then, early the next morning, the three monks arrived back at the monastery, but without Dog.
They said, as they were climbing a narrow part of the trail, Dog had wandered too far toward the edge and the snow gave way and he had fallen far down into the canyon. They heard him yelp on the way down but never heard him again. They looked for a way down to rescue him but, after a full day of searching, finally had to give up. There was no way through the snow to where he had fallen. They sadly accepted what seemed to be the fate of their faithful rescue dog.
Later that day, the rangers came up and got the hiker and returned him to his family. They thanked the monks and offered condolences for the loss of Dog.
Another day passed and the storm continued raging. This was the longest a snowstorm of this magnitude had lasted in a good many years.
Then a day later, Chico’s ears perked up and he looked toward the outside. He jumped up and ran to the front door. The monks watched him and wondered if he had heard some sound, maybe Dog whining outside. They all went outside and looked and listened but saw and heard nothing. Chico would not stop his fussing, running to the door then back again.
Then he went to his dish and ate all of his food and drank all his water then went to one of the monks, the one charged with feeding him, and begged for more. The monk thought this was strange but he put out more food and as much water as he was sure the small dog could drink.

Chico ate his food and drank all of his water then ran to the front door and began to howl softly. The monk called the others over and they wondered aloud what could be the matter with the small dog; was he missing Dog so much that it made him act strangely?
The monks decided to look again outside, at least as far as they could go in the heavily falling snow. The monk in charge of Chico decided to put a sweater on Chico so he wouldn’t get too cold.
When they opened the door, Chico bolted outside and began running as fast as he could away from the monastery and up the hill. He didn’t go up the well-used trail. Instead he veered off to the left toward a very rugged part of the mountain. The monks tried to stop him but they couldn’t catch him and in a second, Chico was out of sight.
Chico very faintly heard a dog sound; actually he felt it more than heard it. He wondered if he could do what he had in mind. If only he was in time and could hold up in this vicious storm. He went at top speed until he passed a place where the terrain dropped very quickly and for a long way down. Then he slowed to a more manageable pace and watched and listened intently.
Chico had been walking for over an hour and he began to feel the cold. It hadn’t occurred to him that he might not be able to finish this. He knew the sweater helped tremendously and was very glad he had it on.
He walked on for two more hours and was now over a mile from the monastery and the cold was beginning to get to him. He started to feel weak in his legs and his pads hurt from the cold. Chico knew there was a chance he had made a mistake about hearing Dog, but he didn’t think so. He knew now that it wasn’t a sound he had heard; this was much too far for any sound to carry. It had been a feeling. He knew he wasn’t wrong. Now he would find out if he could do what he knew he must do.
Chico began slowing down. The cold was starting to get to him. He knew that he had come so far now that he could never get back on his own. He stopped and looked around and listened. He was feeling weak now but he was determined to finish what he had started; if he could.
He sat down in the snow, just by a tree trunk where the wind wasn’t blowing so strongly. He was beginning to feel sleepy and, all of a sudden, he wasn’t as cold as he had been. Strange. His ears began to ring slightly and his eyes started to glaze over. He wasn’t aware of things like, hypothermia and such. He did, however, wonder why, now all of a sudden, he began to feel better and warmer. Strange.
He thought if he could just close his eyes for a moment, he’d see better and be some rested.
Chico didn’t know how long his eyes had been closed but he felt something warm and wet rubbing against his face. He heard a faint whimper. It almost sounded like Dog. He opened his eyes and saw the Saint Bernard lying right beside him and gently licking his face. He looked at Dog and knew the Saint Bernard was very weak,-probably from hunger. He knew that if the bigger dog had food, he would be revived and could probably make it back to the monastery. Chico might not be able to make it back but the rescue dog would be saved.
He knew what he had to do. He rose up on his front legs right at Dog’s face and began to gag himself. He gagged violently until he regurgitated all the food and water he had in his stomach. Dog immediately began eating the regurgitation. As he ate, strength flooded back into his body. He was warmed and all of a sudden he knew he could follow the small dog’s trail and make it back to the monastery. If it’s possible for a dog to do, he thanked God for Chico. Chico lay limp on the snow, unable to move.

Later in the day, the monks heard barking at the front door. They rushed to open it and saw Dog standing there, very tired but in good condition. In his mouth, held very gently, limp and weak, but very alive, was my Great, Great, Great Grandfather, the first Chico the Wonder Dog!
…And we lived happily ever after!

Later...

Why Do I Do It?...

2009-01-03T07:24:00.000-08:00

Now that is a good question and, you may think, a hard one to answer. But, before you go off on it, think about the question a bit and think about what you are asking. It's not as simple as you may think but, also, it's not as complicated as you think it may be.
I'll start this discussion with four scenarios as examples.
#1: A ragged begger was on the corner at a street where you turn left to go home. He had a sign that read,"Hungry,-need money for food." Being a sharing type person, you pulled close to him, rolled down the window and gave him a dollar. It wasn't much but maybe it would help.
#2:A ragged beggar was on the corner at a street where you turn left to go home. He had a sign that read,"Hungry,-need money for food." You contemplated giving him a dollar but, just as you turned the corner, he dropped a cigarette onto the ground and mashed it out with his shoe sole. Immediately you decided not to give this man a dollar because, if he were actually hungry, he should quit smoking cigarettes and use the money he spent on smokes to buy food. You passed him by.
#3: Your brother is dying and needs a kidney transplant. You immediately volunteer your own kidney to save his life. The Doctor tells you it could compromise your own health by giving up one of your kidneys but you still agree to donate your kidney.
#4: Your brother is dying and needs a kidney transplant. You immediately volunteer your own kidney to save his life. The Doctor tells you it could compromise your own health by giving up one of your kidneys. You think about it and, after weighing the benefit against your risk, decide not to donate your kidney. There is a chance he can get a kidney from someone else.
Here you have four situations. In two of the scenarios you perform a generous and selfless deed but in the other two scenarios you decide against what would be generous and selfless deeds. What was the difference in the situations? Why did you make different decisions?
First, let's inspect the scenarios.
In scenario number one when you gave a dollar to a needy man, it made the needy man feel good and it made you feel good.
In scenario number two, when you decided not to give the man money, it made the beggar feel bad but it made you feel good because you thought the man didn't need food enough to sacrifice his addiction for it.
In scenario number three, your brother feels good because you are giving him your kidney and you feel good.
In scenario number four, your brother feels bad but you, even though you do not help him, feel good because you are not afraid of being compromised with only one kidney.
In two scenarios, the other party felt good but in two scenarios, the other person felt bad, but(and that's the key word) you felt good in all four scenarios.
That is the complete assessment of the four scenarios. You could use a thousand more scenarios and investigate each of them thoroughly but it would be a waste of time and effort.
The fact is, there are only two things about which to consider to reach a logical conclusion concerning why you did what you did. What are differences in all of the conclusions of the scenarios?
In scenario number one, the beggar felt good and you felt good.
In scenario number two, the beggar felt bad and you felt good.
In scenario number three, your brother felt good and you felt good.
In scenario number four, your brother felt bad and you felt good.
The single thing that should be considered is, someone else felt bad some of the times, but you felt good all the times.
Consider:
Sister Teresa spent many years caring for needy children. She lived in terrible conditions sometimes and every day sacrificed her own well being for the sake of the children. She did it because it made her feel good.
Adolf Hitler was responsible for the slaughter of millions of people by causing World War II. He did it because it made him feel good.
People give gifts to other people because it makes them feel good to see those people happy.
People do bad things to other people because they don't like those people and it makes them feel good to do those bad things.
People do good things for people because it makes them feel good.
Actually, people do anything they do for only one reason; because it makes them feel good.
Sometimes you do very unpleasant things but you do them because it somehow makes you feel good about something.
A man might commit suicide because he thinks it will make him feel good compared to how he feels now.
That's pretty simplistic, you say. Maybe so but the 'Kiss' formula applies here as it should everywhere; Keep It Simple, Stupid."
I could go on and on all day with more and different examples but that would be redundant. I have said all there is worth saying about the subject,"Why Do I Do It?".
Think about it and use any reasoning you wish but if you're completely honest, you'll always come back to this logical conclusion;

Why do I do it? - Because it makes me feel good."

Arf...

What a Trip...

2008-12-17T20:47:00.000-08:00

I stop over and see CA once in a while. What a Yorkee he is sometimes. I have to chortle when I read his droppings. Between his'espousa' and his 'welling', I have to wonder about him sometimes.
I'd better not be too critical, though. He is a pleasant distraction from the hectic run-of-the-mill politico and religio I run into most places.
I know,-you are waiting for some profundity. Well, not today. I have said it, all I have to say up 'til now.

I saw a cute little chick (not a real chick) on the net and want to share her with you.(I wish someone would share her with me) But, I guess looking is better than nothing. See ya!

Arf...

How Big Is the Universe...Where is the Center...

2008-12-10T05:14:00.000-08:00

How big is the Universe? Now this is a dandy question. But it is really not too difficult to answer.
Yesterday I was watching (from my lofty perch) a program about the universe. The special effects were outstanding; sometimes the universe was rushing away from me,-sometimes it was rushing toward me. It was fantastic!
There were stars and planets,-even galaxies too numerous to mention or even imagine! Of course, they were imagined or else they wouldn't have been on the screen rushing about.
But to the question,"How Big is the Universe." We must consider, 'big' is a relative term. Big depends on to what 'it' is compared. To us, of course, the comparison has to be us, physically.
For instance; I am small compared to a Great Dane,-even to a Cocker Spaniel. But, compared to a flea, I am big. So there you have it.
We could say, then, a planet is large compared to us but is small compared to the sun. We know this because..-because that is our personal perception. It has to be perception because that is all we have with which to conclude.
For the same token, the sun is small compared with a galaxy. That makes sense except, all we have to go on as to the size of a galaxy is our personal perception of the size of a galaxy; we have never personally visited or measured a galaxy,-nor the sun.
But, you say, we see these things through a telescope so we know our perceptions are true and factual. Not really because we rely on certain 'facts' to draw conclusions, such as the speed of light which we perceive helps us to determine the size of things far away from us; or far away from each other. There could be a giant conspiracy of telescope makers and scientists that instill little pictures into lenses to fool us into thinking we are looking at the real thing. 'duh'
Well, I think you get the idea. We are what we perceive. The earth, sun, galaxy and universe are what we perceive. So, you say, the universe is big. 'oops'.. Not necessarily. Big compared to what?
To determine if a thing is big or small, we need something with which to compare it. You say, compared to me the universe is big. Not necessarily.
If there was a thumbtack inside a large crate, you could say the thumbtack is small compared to the large crate. Or you could say the large crate is big compared to the thumbtack. OK, you got me. Not necessarily.
The thumbtack is a real thing and the large crate is, also, a real thing; both solid to our inspection. So the thing we notice and acknowledge is, there is an inside and an outside to the crate that encompasses the thumbtack. So each of these objects is a singularity,- ergo, measurable. Right, you say, so the big and small are more than mere perceptions; they are facts. That, of course, is right.
Now on to the Universe. We see through telescopes (real ones, not fakes made up conspiratorially by scientists and telescope makers,)that the earth and planets, the sun, the galaxies and other 'heavenly' bodies are either big or small, depending on how you look at them and which first in comparison to the other.(or others) So far, so good.
Now to measure the universe. It's big, you say, because all of the aforementioned are inside it. Now I have to ask,"Inside what?" Inside the universe. That is no answer, of course, only a moot statement of (?). A personal observation or 'perception'. For the universe to be big or small, it has to be compared to something and, since there are no observable sides, tops, bottoms or limits of any kind to the universe, and there is nothing anywhere else with which to compare it because there is nowhere else, it cannot be compared to anything. The sun and planets, the stars and galaxies,- the comets and meteors and moons and quasars and objects,- ad infinitum, are either big or small, depending on that with which they are compared.
So how big is the universe?
The universe is neither big nor small; it just 'is'.
Oh, yeah, Where is the center of the universe? That's really easy. Todays' scientists and astrologers and space experts all agree that the objects of the universe are rushing away from us at a high rate of speed. The universe is expanding. ('duh' again)
So, what we have to do is watch the night sky from different places on the planet Earth,(we can watch the daytime sky but it isn't nearly as interesting since we can't see the stars and stuff in the daytime) and concede the determinations of the experts, that the objects of the universe are, indeed, rushing away from us and they are doing so in the same directions away, regardless of where we are on the Earth.
Now look up the definitions of the words,"Logical." and,"Conclusion," and apply them to the part here we have discussed concerning where the center of the universe is and I think you will logically conclude,-the center of the universe is wherever you are anytime you wonder about where the center of the universe is.

No, you say, it's the earth irself which is the center of the universe because you are standing on the earth! No, no,-not so. We may be standing on the earth but the earth itself is spinning around as fast as it can, trying to get away from us, to no avail. So, like it or nor, even though there are no boundaries to the universe, you physically are the center of that universe!

Arf...

Happy Thanksgiving to Everyone...

2008-11-27T06:48:00.001-08:00

Chico the Wonder Dog wishes everyone a Happy Thanksgiving! Even from Doggie Heaven, I can see the people of this Nation are much better off than eighty percent of the rest of the world!
Thank God for a wonderful Country, the United States of America! And thank God for the young men and women who fight and die to keep you safe!

Please protect the Constitution of your Nation so you will stay free to enjoy the blessings of God and of the United States.

Arf...

What's It Like?...

2008-11-20T09:55:00.000-08:00

I was sniffing around Doggie Heaven the other day and a minor Angel came over to me and asked,"What's it like being a human?" I grinned a condescending grin at him and said,"In the first place, I'm not a human and, in the second place, since you are an Angel-in-training, I'm not sure I'm the one you should be talking to." (Dogs can talk in Doggie Heaven, not like on Earth where we had to 'look at' people to get our messages across)

The Angel-in-training looked a question mark at me and asked,"If you're not a human, what are you?"

I explained to him that I was a Dog, the species that owns Humans on Earth. (I started to tell him the ownership was shared by cats, gold fish, tweety birds, horses and cockroaches but that might be a bit much for him to absorb; there is only so much room in his white sheet)

I asked him how long he had been here and he assured me he didn't know since there is no time as such in Doggie or any other Heaven; we're just here.

I thought about the question and realized I had never pondered much on what it is like to be a human. I knew their thought process is a bit jumbled and they have some really weird ideas about what is important and what is not.

For instance, when I was on Earth as Chico the Wonder Dog, I was treated as someone very special and the humans I owned usually planned their entire lives around what was convenient for me. At that time, I thought it was great.

Humans are literally inscrutable. This isn't something they plan or work at; they just are. Too bad, in a way.

Humans buy things because they WANT them, not because they NEED them

My people saw a 2000 Lincoln LS in 2001 and WANTED it. They had a perfectly good '97 Ford Crown Vic and it ran very well, got excellent gas mileage, looked good and had only 82,000 miles on it but they only NEEDED it.

Humans like people because they are LIKEABLE, not because they are QUALIFIED.

Dogs don't like some people and they growl at them and, if the people are bad enough, the dogs bite them. Dogs are honest. To a dog, a bad person is bad and they won't ever give them the time of day.(so to speak)

People, on the other hand, like bad people if the bad people are likable. They don't like good people if the good people aren't likable. Their last presidential election showed a wonderful example of that.

The democratic nominee, the man who eventually won the election, is a bad man but he is attractive, a good speaker and very LIKEABLE. He won.

Senator McCain, on the other hand, is a very good and honorable man but he isn't very good looking; he seems awkward because his arms were damaged while he was a prisoner of war when he was defending our country and he cannot raise them over his head. He was much the better man but he lost because he was UNLIKEABLE.

A former super power nation, the USSR, was a communist (socialist) country, having overthrown a czarist monarchy. The socialist/communist regime lasted until a few years after@1987 when the then president (the best president in history) Ronald Reagan advised the Soviet Premier, General Secretary Gorbachev, to "tear down that wall," a wall that separated Berlin into East Berlin, occupied by the USSR, and West Berlin, occupied by the US and our allies.

In 1991, after Gorbachev had implemented glasnost and perestroika (Can't we all just get along) for the USSR, the socialistic Republics ceased to exist and Russia had to admit socialism/communism does not work.

My point here is; Although the new president-elect desires a socialistic nation, it is not because he thinks we NEED it but, in reality, it's because he WANTS it.

I began to more closely ponder the question asked me and decided that, if I attempted to answer completely and absolutely, it might take more time than there is in eternity so I did what I needed to; I told the angel-in-training to go and ask his mother. I had heard that many times when I was flesh and blood so I'm certain it was an appropriate response.

Any more questions? I thought not. If, in the future, you have a need for any complete and absolute answers about anything at all, please do not hesitate to ask Chico the Wonder Dog. That's what I'm here for.

Arf...

The Love Apple...

2008-11-15T20:05:00.000-08:00

The father-in-law of a friend of mine was a lover of apples and one day we were discussing apples and the term,'Love Apple,' came up. I really liked the term (not knowing that a love apple was really a tomato) so I decided to have my friend write a song about it. I called it:

Love Apple

Winesap and Johnnie and Red Roman Beauty,
These fruits are so sweet and so firm and so round-
You must bend down the limb, pick them off while their growing
Or they'll shrivel and die and fall off on the ground.

The Earth is their Father , the tree is their Mother,
The limbs get their life from the rain and the sun
And give birth to the leaves and the buds and the blossoms
And love apples grow when the cycle is done.

When they're tender and tasty and they’re just right for plucking,
If you gently caress them `and you pick them with care-
They will nourish and fill you and their juice will enrich you,
But if the blossoms are crushed all the tree will be bare.

You must tend to the roots where the life blood is starting,
To enrichen the soil, you must spread it around,
Because there's nothing as sad as an aging love apple
That has withered and died and fallen off on the ground.

Arf...

Terrorist Packages...

2008-11-11T22:50:00.000-08:00

I was perusing ca's blog and came across this missile left there many months ago. In this day and age, I believe it appropriate that it posts again. (in case someone didn't 'get it' the last time.

'From the Mouths of Dogs'...

Chico the Wonder Dog came over to where I was sitting and scratched my leg then walked to the sliding door. It meant he needed to go outside so, naturally, I got up and opened the door for him.

He went outside and immediately began barking and running toward the rear of the house where his lawn is. I stuck my head outside to see what he was barking about just in time so see a large yellow cat run from the yard. Chico the Wonder Dog ran after him until he reached the edge of our property then he stopped. He knew he was not allowed to cross his property line, even to chase a cat.

By then I was outside on the porch and he came up to me and looked at me, "I think he left a suspicious looking package on my lawn." (Chico has to "look at" me because dogs can't talk)
I walked back to the lawn and, sure enough, there was a 'package' on the lawn. I got the shovel and a baggie and cleaned it up before it had a chance to explode or do whatever cat packages do.

Chico the Wonder Dog walked over to the place where the 'package' had been and, after I left, washed down the offending spot.

I went back to the porch and waited for him so I could close the door after he went into the house.

He finally came up onto the porch and walked over to where I was waiting. I looked at him, "I guess we won't have to worry about that cat anymore or any of his friends after he tells them about you chasing him off the place!"

Chico the Wonder Dog eyed me with a look of disdain. "I can't believe you said that," he looked at me. "You should know by now that as long as there are cats alive they will always be a threat. They will never stop sneaking around, leaving terrorist packages on our lawns! When will you people learn that as long as there are cats alive, this danger will exist! That's what cats do; that's what cats are for! There are no 'good' cats. Only a few that put on an act for gullible people like you!"

With a crimson face, I walked back into the house with my tail between my legs. Of course, he was right. How could I have forgotten? If you want to know the real story about cats, ask a dog; they're the ones who know the truth! I'll never make that mistake again!

How about you?

Arf...

Tomorrow Is Another Day...

2008-11-10T07:49:00.000-08:00

What a profound statement!
Tomorrow: existing or occurring at a later time...
How much time should one spend contemplating tomorrow? I guess it just depends on how important time is to a person.
I knew a man once who started saving for his future at age 20, working at a job that paid a medium but steady wage.
He saved his money diligently, allowing nothing to interfere with his savings plan.
First he put his savings aside, then he paid his bills and only then, if there was anything left over, entertained himself.
At twenty six he married a woman six years his junior. The woman he chose had a good paying job and was easy to love and together they bought a house and made a home.
They delayed having children until they would determine there was enough fortune to warrant a larger family.
Finally, at age 43, the man checked his savings and found he could pay for a small manufacturing company he had investigated. It made a product for which there was always a great demand and it was now owned by an elderly gentleman who wished to retire.The present owner had purposely kept the business small, with only himself and a single employee, so he would never be overtaxed by running it.
The man could see great potential for improving and growing the company and he and his wife agreed it would be an excellent move to buy the company.
They went to the bank and drew out enough cash for the full amount of the purchase price of the company. The man called the present owner and arranged to meet him the next morning to pay for the company and consummate the deal. The man and his wife were very happy and congratulated each other on their pending accomplishment, the product of years of hard work and saving. They went upstairs to their bedroom to sleep that night with happy anticipation, looking forward to tomorrow.
That night there was a small temblor, a very minor earthquake and a gas line in their kitchen broke and gas quickly filled the lower floor of their house and a spark from a thermostat ignited the gas and caused an explosion and the couple were killed.
Ofttimes the quest is more rewarding than the discovery. They died happy.
So much for tomorrow.

Arf...

All the Nations and Governments of the World...

2008-11-09T14:52:00.000-08:00

JC, I know you must be aware I can tell you are not,"All the Nations and Governments of the World," I followed your link to: "Tell It Like It Is."
But, after perusing your blog, I think I understand what many of your problems are.
First, let me say, I see you are a true, patriotic American, second to none in your love for your country. I can tell that from your subject matter and your responses to the problems posed on your posts. No one could love their Nation more than do you.
And, I see you are very troubled by the present situation in this Nation, the election of a racist, white hating, lying, cheating and deceiving black/white man of little substance of any degree.
I see, also, your loving wife shares your sentiments. I have quickly scanned the entire blog world and determined your wife whom you lovingly refer to as,"Mi Espousa La Donna d'el Nebraska," has no blog of any kind; therefore I conclude she is a very practical and logical person, probably a Scorpio, and she, being married to an Aquarian (I checked your profile)is content to accept your opinions (after a bit of research of her own) as gospel.
I determine you will soon ask my opinion on what, if anything, you should now do about the election of the slug, Senator Barack Obama to the presidency.
Do nothing. It's too late now. Watch to see if the Berg Vs Obama lawsuit is accepted for consideration by the Supreme Court. Don't get your hopes up.
Your one silver lining on this darkest of clouds is, soon you can say,"I Told You So!"
BTW, I hear from a very good Source, it might not matter for long anyhow.
My advice: Put your money under your mattress and be careful for yourselves and don't bother worrying about anyone else.
Please don't thank me! This is what I'm here for!

Arf...

Happy To Be Here...

2008-11-09T14:34:00.000-08:00

I am happy to be here. Only I would make myself available to all people, willing and able to answer any and all questions with any pertinence to anything.
I must say, though, there will be things that are so obvious that any moron would know the answer to (the answer of which any moron would know) that I will discount with all due scorn.
I assume some will be offended by my non-answers to those stupid (or should it be,'dumb'?)queries. I hope so. It will serve them as right as can be received.

Welcome to my Blog. I know you will leave smarter than when you got here! Enjoy!

Byebye...