If Oliver's legs get longer and his nose doesn't get any bigger, this is probably close to what he'll look like when he's grown. Now, this dog happens to be a Glen of Imaal Terrier, newly admitted to the AKC. Oliver, is more of the Heinz 57 variety; I have decided to christen him as a "SOKC Scruff". I rather liked the term "Golden Scruff" but I didn't want to belittle any non-golden scruffs, and scruffs should never be judged based on color alone. Oliver's tale and his tail will move over to Poidogz now, although like everyone else, he'll pop in here often I'm sure. Today he's working on drinking all the goat milk in the house, meeting the neighbors and learning to nap UNDER the morning paper in my lap instead of on TOP of the paper.
I toyed with the idea of doing away with Poidogz, (the blog, not the dogs) but I like keeping the dogs seperate from the midlife crisis. One helps to balance the other. Also, to be brutally honest, I need a place (here) where I can cuss if I want to. Poidogz, with its rescue and save the world leanings, needs to be kept positive, upbeat, and G-rated.
While I do agree with Maya Angelou that we must elevate our language, sometimes, just sometimes I need to drop an F bomb when I feel like it. But I would never EVER in front of Maya Angelou-really I wouldn't. I'd be too ashamed. She is one of those people who just makes you want to be a better person yourself.
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How adorable is this little guy? I understand completely why you couldn't resist him.
I wouldn't have been able to resist Oliver either :) And I totally agree with you about Maya Angelou. She's quite an inspiring lady.
Red-this is a grown up version of Oliver-wait till you see the juvenile form...he's an impossible imp.
I saw Maya Angelou speak last year at a womans conference in Boston and she was absolutly amazing. Really something to listen to her and watch and actually interact with her. I'll never forget it.
But a funny note about the womans conference. They had all kinds of informative booths about womens health, and business and saving women from slavery etc. Then next to all that would be a booth that sold purses. Then more health, books, slavery, business...and another booth with purses. It was so strange. Stranger still that I bought one there.
I was really honored-a group of people at the office I worked for at the time were given tickets to see Maya Angelou speak in Dallas. One of their group couldn't go, and they picked me as the person who would love hearing her the most-I was the only white person in the group and they probably got a little flack from choosing me-but that was one of the best days of my life-ever.
Yes, I got all misty eyed when she walked out.
Another nice thing I remember about that day was I got to tell a group of people about meeting Rosa Parks-and to them, it MATTERED.
Sometimes I think I am not a writer, or an artist, but more of just a connector. It is the connection I crave, however it is made.
Connecting and being able to connect has gotten me further in life than anything else. I love people and their stories. I love listening to life stories, and hearing how people live. I love being the bridge between two groups.
I was an anthropology major in college, and have daudled with the idea of learning organizational anthropology - it's so badly needed in our daily lives.
Oh Mim, I knew we were kindred spirits!
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