Saturday, April 20, 2013

Babbling Humans

Ever wonder why humans make extra words sounds when they are attempting to communicate?

What Momma says:

I hope you remembered to poop when you went out after breakfast.

Sounds like:

Blah, blah, blabbity blah blah POOP blobitty OUT blah blah BREAKFAST.

And she wonders why I don't listen to her.

Dexter done!

Monday, April 15, 2013

Mango Momma Reflections

How to begin? 

The bombing at the Boston Marathon.

My first concern was for people I knew who were in the marathon or watching. Selfish, I know, but that's human nature. After that, I scanned reports of friends of friends who were also OK as if every person accounted for would somehow erase the fact that two people are dead, many others seriously injured.

Acts of violence are, sadly, a fact of being human. This is nothing new. History is filled with atrocities committed in the name of the state, religion, or any number of beliefs that eradicating one life will somehow "better" the lives of those left behind. 

When confronted directly with violence, there is no ready response in the catalog of human emotion that will set the mind at ease. 

If I am honest, the overriding emotion is one of fear for my own mortality, followed by fear that all I hold dear could be swiftly taken away. We're all going to die. Most of us, through some insult to our person of disease or age. But for some few, their lives will be ripped away by violent means. And when that happens, the mind reels out of control, seeks reason, seeks answers, seeks something that will make it all logical.

That comfort is not to be found. 

And so we join together in the immediate aftermath. 

But slowly, our ordinary lives will take over. Slowly the shock retreats into the corners of the mind, replaced by the day to day. 

One thing I have learned in life is that there is nothing that can prepare you for the reality of a tragic life event. We can watch all the news footage we want of disasters, man-made or other, offer sympathy, say the right words, but until it happens to you, you will never know what it really means. 

The Boston Marathon bombing didn't happen to me. It did not kill or hurt anybody I know. Which leaves me conflicted. The relief that I am OK, my friends are OK, is overwhelming. Kick up my heels happy making. Not me! Not me! But that relief is countered by an overwhelming sadness that casts a darkness over everything I see and touch in my small, safe world.

I cannot know what the families are feeling. But I am thinking of them. I cannot change human nature. I cannot create a world without violence. But I can try to find the balance between living my life and doing my part to fight against hatred fueled horrors, both locally and globally. 

It isn't easy. Not for me. Not for any of us.

Mango Momma

Melting Monday

Friends and loyal readers.

Momma says that I am such a good doggie that I am, well, boring when it comes time to compose blogs. True, I do not bitey things which are off limits or act foolishly, but I believe that my posing skills are noteworthy.

To demonstrate, I present a photo essay I call "Black Lab on a String with Shrinking Snow."

Foolish momma with her big old finger in the photo.

Dexter done!

P.S. I just discovered yogurty goodness!

Subsequently I have increased the frequency of my mournful glances at the cold box.

One can hope.

Monday, April 1, 2013

Marketplace Monday - No Joke!

I know, I know, it is, after all, April Fool's Day.

So one might think the trio of dog products I am about to show you are, perhaps, jokes, gags, buffoonery.

Nothing could be further from the truth. For any doggie that can convince their human to part with the right amount of dollars, these curiosities can be yours.


Item #1 The Remote Control Dog Pal
"fast fun for all"

Creepy looking, isn't it? That face! I never saw a rabbit that looked like that. Are those hard boiled eggs instead of eyes?

I think a short demo will help:

I'm not going to lie. That kind of looks like fun. But for a sticker price of over $200, maybe you might just want to rent a rabbit or a terrier for the day. Zoom zoom!

Item #2
(no, seriously, I mean it)

This is very, very wrong. 

"Just clip the highly sensitive, wireless moisture sensor and microprocessor inside your dog's diaper. When it senses urine, it transmits a signal to the alarm, which startles your pet and causes him to stop urinating"

I hope it comes with coupons for doggie psychotherapy. I know I'd need a few sessions if somebody put an alarm in my britches when I was a pup.

Item #3
The Paw Wash

Momma says this looks a bit like a water pipe to her. Not sure what she means by that. 

This alleges to be a device into which hapless dogs will stick their muddy paws for some vigorous apres walkie scrubbing. Now, tell me, who amongst you is going to hold still long enough for even one paw to go in there? I found an instructional video in which an actor dog, who likely wishes he had gone into another career, pretends that the whole "put your foot in the tube" is no big deal.

Watch it here.

There you have it, dear readers. No joke.

Dexter done!