This shot was taken just before he was booked and paw printed. “I didn’t do it. It wasn’t me“won’t fly this time. You were caught red pawed. Stop giving me the sad puppy eyes it won’t work. You’ve been busted! Cute or not you’ve been busted.
I watched Captain and Max playing outside. I thought they were tossing around a stick but closer observation revealed it to be a dead mouse. Never until today did I ever feel sorry for a mouse. I had to hide evidence of the rodent murder so I began kicking the carcass across the hard hoping to kick it hard enough that it would fly over the fence and into someone else’s yard becoming someone else’s problem. That’s right. I said it….somebody else’s problem. It seems I can’t really kick and scream at the same time so his little dead body lay face up right in the path of my front door. It seems they didn’t want to play with him anymore after I kicked him around. Maybe they don’t like to have their murder victims kicked around. Who knows. To my rescue came my roommate Barney Fife who was handed a baggy and forced asked to dispose of said evidence. He’s now in on this crime so I’m sure he won’t go to the cops. Never have I said, “Poor little mouse” until I saw the tug of war and toss up game between one very young criminal puppy Maxwell House and his aged accomplice Captain Crunch.
What should one do after an afternoon of murder and mayhem? Rest. To see what else little Maxwell House is guilty of click the slide show link.
What could he have done to make himself this dog tired? Well, it had to do with mud, an old toy and lack of adult supervision.
Of course the first thing that went through my mind was “You had a bath a week ago! Now look at you!”
While taking the shots I noticed that Bella wanted to get in on the fun. She tried to escape into the yard but quick thinking got her back inside. Bella NO!
I guess that wasn’t quick thinking it was more like quick screaming. See, Bell seems to think she can take on the world. But you just let her get out here with some of the real animals and the squirrels will be kickin’ her domesticated butt all over the yard. Like me in the safety of a cab, Bell has such strength behind the safety of a closed picture window. This is the same chick that thought she could take Cap when she was no bigger than a Twinkie. She raised her back and hissed at him. His paw was bigger than her body and she’d felt his wrath before so what was she thinking? She fell asleep by his feet once….once only… Cap kicks in his sleep so she went airborne big time. Back then all he had to do was sneeze hard and she went toppling over. Gracie tried to escape too but her escapes are fine because she’ll only sit on the porch looking around. She won’t move. She doesn’t care to explore the yard. The good thing is they’re both harness trained so when I take them out (without them escaping) they can explore safely and with as much attitude as they can muster. As I’ve said, Bell has a big one and its what I love about her. I still have issues with her using me as her personal Kleenex but I try to remember what Silvery Lizard said, “It’s a form of communication in my house.” I just wish she’d communicate without body fluids is all I’m saying.
So after Captain’s wild and crazy rolling in the mud with a toy that’s been buried in the snow, been rained on and is sure to be saturated with bacteria he came in to take a nap.
I can almost hear a symphony but she hesitates,
Unsure if she should call out,
Hesitant to interrupt the grace that flows much like her melody
She’s held back strings longing to be strung,
Strings captured motionless, frozen at the sight of beauty.
They are moved, motivated, hungry to sound out and can hold back no longer
She begins once more.
Hush, her eyes are speaking.
Hush, you’ll miss the rush, the hope that drips from her frayed skirt.
Symphonic needs long to sing, to raise horns and dance across keys,
Let us string.
Honor quiets an orchestra’s creative soul
As it trembles then bends in awe of the magnificence before it.
by Austin
The poem was intended to be vague. I never said what the symphony found so awesome, it’s up to the reader to picture the brilliance that would silence a skilled orchestra and give way to a woman. I didn’t mention the colour of her dress, the colour of her eyes or her age only that her mere presence is enough to bind the strings of a violin.
I created a slide show of facial expressions using Photobucket.com. Sometimes the captions are hard to read so I’ve typed them out here. The slide show is called Faces and she is the first face you’ll see but she is not the subject of the poem called Awe.
This is a Sundrip Journals presentation of face and eyes
As others greet you smiling
You look so pale, breath stalled and eyes to the floor.
Friends speak in a gentle tone hiding bitter memories
Pretending not to recall what you put your children through
Turning a blind eye to history, of wars you waged and swords you drew.
But they know.
They keep talking, keep smiling, but they know.
They know and you know
Your secret’s not safe with me.
The secrets will never be laid to rest.
I will scream about the cold, about the fear and pain.
I will show them the scares on my legs also the people behind my eyes
Allow them to witness me quiver,
Watch me shake when they say your name.
And tell them ever loudly I am not to blame.
At the grocery store, in theater halls with opera singers and ballerinas
In your brand new automobile on the way to a dream vacation your eyes will avert
Cloud over and fog with concern
Does this man know, does that man understand you refused to control your hands?
Who have I spoken to? Whose attention have I gained?
Who now looks at you with eyes fully grasping your image
The image of a woman capable of killing a child’s soul?
I told the world.
Your secret’s not safe with me.
When the family gathers for Sunday meetings in a house with walls that hold blood six generations thick
When we dance in halls for charity events
Or raise hymns at congregation gatherings
You look so pale, breath stalled and eyes to the floor
Hoping I haven’t spoken the truth
Hoping I kept your secret but I told the world
You look so pale
You look so pale knowing your secret’s not safe with me.
Your Secret
Thursday, March 08, 2007-5:02PM EST
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