inmatesrunningasylum (c2000-2050)

Does any other self-identified 'opinionator' exist who yells louder than Bill O'Reilly,is as stupidly insipid as Sean Hannity, as impervious to the truth as Chris Matthews,is as over-bearingly condescending as Nancy Grace,more narcissistic and smarmy than Geraldo Rivera,or more worthless than Connie Chung? Help me hold the collective 'media' feet to the fire, have fun playing w/ words and searching for great websites to blog. Door's open, come on in!!

Location: California, United States

I run on the beach and no one mistakes me for Bo Derek and I'm proud of that; I walk and explore in the redwood forests while moving banana slugs so they don't get squashed by traffic. Love art, esp.sculpture and/or anything with color;all over the map w/music. Talk back to the television and radio...I still haven't figured out how they get those tiny people into the TV/radio.

17 November 2005

A Dog of the North Coast

A Dog Of The North Coast

A whole lot of people along the coast knew my dog, and so many more just saw her. She gave such pleasure with no class, ethnic or political boundaries. Little kids jumping up and down, laughing and waving as ‘soccer moms’ drove by us in SUVs. Adults looking and pointing at her were smiling at her and each other. The Bainbridge Park regulars petting and talking to her, remembering she was not a pit bull…they were always a great source of fun for her. She was a people-magnet. And if there were a dog at Haul Road beach or Todd’s Point my dog would be cautious, yet her tail and her hindquarters were wiggling like crazy. One of several vets who knew my dog called her ‘Wiggle-butt.’ I was sure she’d win the ‘best tail-shaking’ in next year’s contest in Mendo.

Her name was Josie. She was 8 years old, a white boxer born deaf. She knew how to read my facial expressions, hand signals, body language and she was in ecstasy if I gave her a face massage. Boxers are loyal, always on alert, protecting their ‘packs’ and yet hold back a little to assess situations with new people. They react rather than attack. She never failed to place herself between me and anyone else…just in case. Many of you saw Josie riding in the front seat of my white Civic with her seat belt on. Sometimes she sat in the back and I looked like I was ‘Driving Miss Daisy.’ Boxers in general look goofy and she had a wonderfully goofy side. When my grandkids were around she would run and jump, follow and lead, and no matter how tired, she always made sure the child in the rear was not being left behind.

Although Josie lived and died without ever having heard a single sound, she knew all that was important: runs on the beach, standing on Todd Point watching ships come in, big hugs and boxer kisses, smelling every blade of grass along a deer path in the forest. With no distracting noises, Josie experienced Fort Bragg in a way many people never do. She was a dog uniquely in tune with nature and lived her years here as serenely as any dog ever did.

So for those who were captivated and took time to pet her or scratch her rear end, thank you. From the gentleman in Mendo with two Dalmatians to the woman in Bainbridge Park telling me about Saturday get-togethers with other dogs, thank you.
For the enthusiasm of a woman in the Safeway parking lot who reached into my car and grabbed Josie’s face with both hands and caused me near- heart failure, your suggestion that I dye Josie brown to keep her from sun burning was clearly well-intended, and I thank you. And thanks to Cowlicks for Josie’s only treat: once a month she got vanilla ice cream in a cup.

Most of all, thank you to Josie’s other family: Frank, Janet and Penny Reeves who opened their home and hearts to Josie, and to John and Marie Podesta for their generousity in giving Josie a wonderland to explore off-leash. I owe an enormous debt of gratitude to the many years of care provided to Josie by Yolo Veterinary Clinic in Woodland, headed by Dr. Bulkeley and Lisa and Dr.Justina Codde and all of the wonderful staff. You were there from her first weeks through so many surgeries, so many laughs, and loved her like your own. And thank you to the Mendocino Coast Animal Hospital, all the staff and Drs. Novak and Quentin. With your care and help Josie and I had time to say goodbye. Lying next to her on the floor,I held her and talked to her as I always did. With her head nestled on my shoulder she knew I was taking care of her pain and illness, just as she always took care of me. Life and death don't get much better.



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