You have to admit, I haven’t glorified the actions of those that would like to see us at the bottom of the ocean. However, after the reports from Philadelphia and Washington, D.C., that are plastered all over the television channels, I’m not sure anything is going to grasp your attention. It seems like the world is going crazy.
It was bad enough to have to listen to politicians tell you why the world is burning up. Politicians can say whatever they think we need to know and then blame you for abandoning the dry reservoirs in the greatest time of need. I’m getting to the point where I fear we will never recover from the fires.
I haven’t had the TV on until a few moments ago, but as soon as it warmed up, I just sat down thinking of how many were lost and how they were lost. It’s easy to just point the fingers at the pilots of the planes, but it is hard to believe that any decent person would do such a terrible act even if they hated who won the last election. Yet there will be those who forgot how quickly the people of the United States will come together in times of need. I only hope that the sane citizens will help those who need the help.
When I started my musings today, I simply wanted to tell you about my dog, “Ranger the Wonder Dog.” I know, I know I talk about him a lot. As you know, he is fairly new to the family and I should point out quickly that he is a true Wonder. He is great at pulling the harness out of your hand just as you need to control his actions. He is also a Wonder at barking at anything that dare step onto our property. He can chase cars, bikes, motorcycles and even a small truck if needed. He is getting better at listening to and reacting to a command.
Just the other day, he almost got run over trying to convince the driver of a car that he had the right of way, whether he is chasing a cat or a dog or even his master. He hasn’t followed any of my commands, but that could be because I have cut back on his English classes. He seems to bark a lot when a stranger comes around, but isn’t that what we wanted? As to his actions when a cat sets feet on our property, well let’s just say he is letting us know that we have company. He has learned how to open any door in the house. I would like to take credit for that, but I think it is simply a matter of him watching which way the handle moves.
I thought that I could apply for a dog training license because of my astute tricks around him, but again he will simply do as he pleases. Oh! I forgot to tell you about how sweet he is when we call him to come into the house or to get out of the car or even when we put on his harness. Oh! Did I say harness? Well, forget that because I have found that he can see or sense the harness through doors or windows. I even watched him closely one day when he was successful in burying the custom made leather lead we had bought. Mostly, he likes to have a conversation with his littermates that live just behind us. They start barking around eleven at night and Ranger just loves to join in.
For all the wonders of this beautiful dog, he is best at letting me know when we should run instead of walk on our daily constitution. A terrific example of this is the day that he convinced me to run past the neighbor’s house. I thought I would play a trick on him, so I started to really run as fast as I could. I had on new shoes and was tripping along the cracks in the sidewalks of our fair city. As I started to stumble, he would have none of it and got right under my feet. I suppose he thought he could soften my fall. The result was seven stitches just over my right eye. I could have caught myself, but he got there first, so I just rolled with punch so to speak and wadded up my favorite T-shirt. That was to disguise the blood that was running down my chest.
There was another time when I took a shortcut through a neighbor’s yard that had been covered with small white rocks. This time I was ready for any shenanigan on his part, so I twisted my body and landed on my right bicep. No blood this time, but a torn rotator cuff. (By the way, those hurt.) As far as he knew, I was playing with him as I lay there wondering if the home owners would look out and see a dog licking my face to hide my pain. As for me, I vacillated between crying out loud or mumbling a few words that my older brothers taught me after they had joined the Marines.
I realized Ranger is a particularly intelligent dog that seems to understand. He loves to help Lorraine clean the house. A sample could be made of this very moment. He hates the vacuum cleaner. He is attacking the Shark as I write this. He loves to help her dump all the trash cans in the bathroom and bedrooms. I can hear them conversing together. You can’t quite tell what Ranger is saying, but it is really easy to decipher. Of course, it would have been easier, but his head is sticking down the bathroom waste can. Should I ask Lorraine why all the tissues are out on the floor? Hmm… maybe not.
God Bless.
