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What virgotex said.
I can’t believe you’re dumping on Black History month like that. Oh welllllll
indeed.
Onward, Through the Fog!
Hey, have an arbitrary but fun February, Chris.
Uh, did I just miss a month there?
March has to be better, Chris.
And Greg, Dar Williams does a cover of that song, which I like.
So are you going to start blogging again anytime soon? Some of us are getting tired of waiting.
It’s just a damn dog. Snap out of it.
leslie. get a life.
chris, i hate february, too. four major ugly things, and they pop up in my body every year, even when i don’t consciously remember them.
My parents are in their late 70’s.
Every time the phone rings and their number come up on my call display, I jump about 10 feet.
They’re both o.k. But neither of them is getting any younger.
I’m still waiting for my worst month ever. I hope it never comes.
Kathy. Get a grip.
It’s a dog. It’s been months. There are more important things. This blog is going stale.
A dog.
There are more important things.
Like learning how to spell your own name?
Oh, the comment was excised just as I posted. OK, Clarke… feel free to send my last now-decontextualized comment int the memory hole as well. :)
Last time I checked, Chris wasn’t required to write to please you Leslie/Lesley, or anyone else for that matter.
If you’re bored, go away.
Weird, I thought Lesley’s last comment was deleted. OK, I’m dumb.
Nicely said Warren.
As little as I know about Chris, and in some ways I know more about him from his writing than about people I have met, anyone who doesn’t understand that Zeke is an integral critical part of this blog doesn’t understand this blog or Chris at all. And apparently is poorly equipped to look beyond him/her self to understand and feel for another.
I think it’s someone trying to stir up trouble as a result of readng this thread, which features a couple of lesleys, at least one of whom, emphatically on the other side of that argument from me, is a regular here.
Just a dog.
In context, this has to be one of the nastiest comments I’ve ever seen. It takes a truly small, spiteful, vicious person to do something like this. I predict a flurry of monikers changing to “The Other Lesley”, or “Not THAT Lesley”.
That thread… wow.
My “just a dog” Nikko saved my life from some guys who were up to no good. My “just a dog” Arlo was my best friend and companion through walks in the woods and through almost 15 years of my young life. My ” just a dog” Sammie helped me learn about the people who kept Samoyeds in their huts in winter to keep their children warm and whose fur was used in clothing. My “just a dog” Cheney has been the clown who made me laugh when I faced the deepest grief I ever felt, and who has been by my side through a difficult illness, thereby helping me to put my life back together. As I am sitting here typing this, Cheney is staring right at me, understanding at least something as dogs read body language and are truly our best friends!! There has never been ” JUST A DOG” in my life. They have all been special in their own way. Zeke was an exceptional dog!
As an aside, I went down to the local library and took out a copy of “The Heart of the White Rose”. Without this blog, I probably would not have known about those courageous German kids. Thank you Chris, for this blog and the information.
For those who do not know. ” Cheney” was changed from “Chainey” because I did not like the spelling. When the Animal service league found him, he had a five pound chain wrapped around his neck. We adopted him 11 years ago, and that is the origin of his name. Nothing whatsoever to do with that other Cheney.
March 3: Since I discontinued my own blog, I’ll say this here ...
Today is one year since Tito the Mighty Hunter died. In a nice little serendipitous moment, I dreamed about him this morning.
It was just a brief little dream, one of those with weirdly disparate elements that seem totally ordinary. It was some sort of animal refuge, and Dachshund-sized meerkats came up to the doors as we were getting out of the car. Something like a Komodo dragon looked on from a nearby fence.
Tito was there, and young, and I got to hug him, stick my nose into his fur and take deep breaths, roll around in the grass with him and have him press his head into my chest in a dog-hug.
And then I woke up. Ah, man. I say again: He was the best dog I ever even met.
“Just a dog.� Heh. How little some of us know about how wonderfully, delightfully broad and deep love can be.
Some people can feel love like a candle. Some few others can feel it like a blazing campfire.
The pain that follows the loss of love is equal in magnitude to the love itself. That means: It hurts a LOT to lose it. But it also means: It feels GREAT to have it.
And it feels pretty darned good to see it in others, too. Reading this blog, I have felt the reflected heat and light of a darned big campfire. 3,000 miles away, its intensity still warms me.
I’ll huddle close here, appreciating the respite from the cold, the night, the Great Dark, for as long as Chris does it.
And count myself lucky.
Much has been said, more eloquently than I will, but I pipe up to protest…
I cannot imagine that someone who doesn’t get this period of mourning for Chris’s best friend is so all-fired interested in this blog in the first place.
shorter leslie/lesley—Dance, little man, dance.
I concur with smott999.
Whoa, I just want to clarify that I am none of the Leslie/eys above.
I encountered this blog some time ago via TBogg and again when Zeke was on the verge of passing. Having lived with and loved several dogs in my life, I can fully empathize with the attachments animals and humans form. I can’t imagine a world, a planet without the living creatures we share it with. Like other people, I cried for Zeke, Chris and Becky during this difficult time.
I don’t know who those stupid Leslie/ey trolls are but they are not me.
Glad this month is over for you, Chris.
P.S. Yes, I was on the other side of that thread, and have since had an epiphany and retracted my statements…even so, Chris, I would NEVER have trolled your blog and said those mean things. Ever.
Jesus, people can be such gutless bastards. If they wanted to get back at me, they could have just emailed me or shouted at me in the thread. But to get back at me by posing as shits in your comment thread makes them real assholes. You have my email addy and presumably my IP so you can identify this Lesley that way.
Hey, give me a little credit for knowing how trolls work.
Also, I know you can spell your name.
the worst month ever
No it wasn’t.
Or: yeah it was. It just wasn’t over till March 3rd.
Yeah. Actually, I think it’s not over yet.