My dog is a Chocolate Labrador in name only.
He’s more like a fuzzy happy garbage can that eats whatever you drop into it- need I mention that I’m sure he’s the reason why my cat’s litter box is suspiciously clean at times?
Together it’s safe to say that Hamish eats anything.
Anything that is except for the Baby’s Bee ( that’s what we call pacifiers in my family- Bees ) that turned up in the street on our walks.
Hamish sniffed the Bee once and from then on he walks wide circles to get away from it- not only does he avoid it I’ve noticed other dogs doing the same thing.
It’s been there for almost two weeks now- so I named it the Poison Bee.
Sometimes I’ll be going through my day or just as I fall asleep at night or when I wake up in the morning and I think to myself- what is it with that Bee…the Poison Bee…and I’m starting to think maybe it’s got to me, that it’s in my system working it’s way through my blood like poison does.
BEWARE THE POISON BEE
When me and Luis’ kids were little- they were about six and seven years old at the time I played them Joan Jett’s cover of the AC/DC song ” Dirty Deeds ”
They thought she was singing ” Dirty deeds, done by sheep ” .
So to this day that’s the way we sing it.
Other kids a few years older then they were at the time have a different but still highly amusing take on AC/DC – who- when they came to Seattle had first aid cars parked outside the Seattle Center Coliseum and first aid tents inside which I fondly referred to as ” The Vomitoriums” ( thank you Saturday Night Live )
Good times…and good music!
And now for … Dirty Deeds Done
BY SHEEP….dirt cheap as rocked out by Joan Jett ( and STILL a family favorite )
My friend Angie Stutting Marcelynas
wrote this Haiku about my wonderful dog, Hamish Macbeth-
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Of which do we speak?
The crofters son or the beast?
Scratch his back and see
I remember when I started to blog, what- it’s been over 10 years now, me and my fellow bloggers used to put a ton of energy and work into our posts so that people would chat it up in the comment section.
It used to be a great way to connect with other writers and have some fun.
Now we have Facebook and I can post a quip or a link and sometimes people care but most of the time they don’t say anything at all. I have friends who feel ‘left out’ because nobody or hardly anyone likes their posts or comments on them. I’m always surprised anyone stops by my FB page at all. It’s a mess over there.
For the most part, I treat FB like a notebook and I store pictures there.It’s fun to play with, but I’m not so sure it’s the best place to goof off and it’s fun to look at when I’m on the bus because if I read a book when I’m in a car or riding on the bus I get carsick.
I like my blog, it’s me.
My Facebook page is an accounting of me and do you know what?
I don’t like that at all.
We prize beauty.
We have fought wars for it, killed for it, allow doctors to slice and carve our flesh and fill it with silicone, metal, and even magnets to shape it, to bend it and force to make our bodies beautiful.
Yes his tattoo has breast implants.
I have seen a lot of death and various stages of decay in my life time and this is what I’ve learned about the life expectancy of beauty.
You can change it, redefine it, shame people for having it or not having it.
But if you look at it, if you really open your eyes to it beauty is there is always there in all things and it takes many forms.
I try to appreciate it and enjoy seeing it no matter what shape it takes.
I think it makes me a kinder person- to both myself and others.
Daily Post Prompt: Exposed