Beach

We’re going to the beach. We’re going to the beach. We’re going to the beach.

I can hardly wait. I can hardly wait. I can hardly wait.

End of blog.

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Remember when I was musing about loving the beach in the winter? Well, Jane asked Todd if we could go and he said Yes!

Long car rides, here we come! Nanu and Pop pop (aka, Grandma and Grandpa, respectively), are arriving this Sunday. Easter. And then we are driving to the beach on Monday! We’re going to Pensacola. Todd and Dorothy’s fabulous house on the water. It’s Brendan’s Spring break, so he and John are meeting us there, too!

Unfortunately, Gus the amazing swimmer dog will not be joining us. So I will have to patrol the whole place all by myself, which is a considerable task for an outwardly-appearing-small dog in that there is no telling where the property begins and ends and I’m pretty sure it just extends out into the sea endlessly and up into the sky as well. And plus I don’t swim.  I’ve got a good strong bark though, even if my lungs aren’t at full-on capacity. So don’t you worry. No blue herons are gonna swoop down on the dock on my watch.

Here’s the thing I wonder about though: Why is it always so hard to leave down there? I have to pack breadcrumbs and leave a trail labeled with the scents of Atlanta that I love because otherwise it’s like a weird amnesia comes over me and I forget everything I love about home.

Jane says it’s because I’m very present and simply love wherever I am in the moment. She can be rather idealistic and exceedingly optimistic.  Have you noticed that?

But I’m telling you it’s a real thing. Because I LOVE Atlanta. But I forget it exists when I’m there. I forget about dog beds and green grass and big ol trees and a pantry full of dog treats. I forget Everything. Because it’s a different world there. It’s a place where we sit around and stare at the sky. Literally. Sky staring is a major evening activity. You can set your watch to it, if you’re the type of human who wears a watch. But who wears a watch at the beach? And besides, you can just look at the sky to tell the time, which is another thing you can do down there that humans would never think of doing in the city. I  don’t know why they don’t, but it’s true. I just mostly like how we are all together, how we just hang out together. You know?

The only thing I don’t like is walking on the beach. Sand might as well be a foot of snow, except it’s warmer. And the sound of the ocean can be a little scary sometimes. But otherwise, I wish you were coming with us. Want to?

 

Mastiff

Jane was online ordering me more meds yesterday and took an online quiz about her favorite dog—ME! She thought she was describing me to a T.  She was listing qualities like

  • Affectionate
  • Alert
  • Cheerful
  • Courageous
  • Intelligent
  • Loyal
  • Protective
  • Social

You know, all descriptions of myself, of course. And so, she was expecting at the end to see a picture that was the spitting image of her favorite dog in the whole world. Imagine her surprise, however, when the result was an English Mastiff!

No where in her description of the perfect pup did she say ANYTHING about drooling, except of course that it was among her least favorite traits in a dog. Nor anything about liking unusually Large animals. She honestly thought she was describing a small, cuddle buddy for the couch.

And then, even stranger, when she got to the vet’s to pick up the meds, who was in the waiting room but a brand new English Mastiff puppy named Stevie Nicks! Weird right!?

But I’m telling you this for one reason. You laughed when I said I was a Big Dog on the inside. But this just proves it!!  Even the internet thinks my mental equivalent is 200 pounds! So there. Huh!? I AM a big dog. And I always will be. No matter what.

The Importance of Breathing

Breathing is really important.

I’ve known that for a while. Ever since I started fainting when I couldn’t get enough air fast enough. It doesn’t really bother me though. I just pick myself up again and keep on breathing.

Jane panics whenever that happens to me. She falls down next to me and starts crying. Even when I wag my tail to let her know I’m okay.  In fact, that just seems to make  her cry more.

She is realizing how important the breathing thing is lately because she has a cold. So breathing has been a big priority for both of us. cody sofa
Jane says it has to do with oxygen.
I don’t know how the oxygen thing works or how it gets into my blood or my cells or anything. Or even what it does once it gets there exactly. I don’t know what makes my heart beat either. And I don’t worry about it.
But I do like being alive very very much. And so I want to keep breathing as long as I can.
Jane says she does, too.

Quintessence

Jane went to another one of her thinking things yesterday. She says it’s not so much a thinking thing as a being present and meditating thing.
“Kind of like a staying in bed in the morning drinking coffee thing?” I asked.
“I wish,” she said, pulling the blanket I was on up closer to her and taking another sip of her coffee.
“So, what were they talking about at your  being present thing? “
“The topic this weekend is quintessence,” she said.
“Is that like when a dog has 5 puppies?” I asked, wagging my tail and anticipating hearing about baby dogs.
“Not exactly.” she said. It’s When Nonbeing Cannot be Differentiated from Being
 
“Oh,” I said. “Well what’s the big deal about that? That’s just the way things always are, right? “
“True.” she said. “But people have a harder time perceiving that, Cody. You can probably see and perceive things we can’t. Like you hear things we can’t. We have to learn that there are things we can’t see. And that’s hard for us because we are so literal mostly.”
“So how do you do it –see stuff that you can’t see?” I asked.
“Well, one way is that we close our eyes and sense stuff. And it’s cool because our awareness can expand when we aren’t so distracted by everything we look at.”
I started laughing. “What’s so funny, Cody?” she said.
I said, “You’re saying you see the light when you close your eyes”‘
“Yeah,” she said, giggling. “I guess that is funny.”
“Why can’t you just do that here, then?” I said, closing my eyes and pretending to stare at her.”
“We need the teachers to guide us, kind of like when we go for a walk and you show me where the good scents are.”
“Hmmmmm.” I said. “Well. if it’s like going for a walk, I get it. But come home soon so we can go for a real walk!”
“Okay,” she said. And then we had to get up…

St. Patrick’s Day Limerick

Happy St. Patrick’s Day.
In honor of the Irish, I wrote a limerick.
It goes like this:

There once was a shamrock named Gus.
He’s a big yellow lab who lives with us.

The end.

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Jane said that wasn’t really enough to be a limerick. It’s just a rhyme, which is nice, but it needs to have more lines.
“Does not,” I said. And wagged my tail, and stood by the pantry where the treats are hoping for  a small reward in recognition of my cleverness. However, none were forthcoming. So here’s some more:

There once was a shamrock named Gus.
He’s a big yellow lab who lives with us.
He makes our hearts dance and sing.
And we love him more than anything.

“How’s that?” I asked.
Jane looked up from her work and said it was coming along pretty well.  Still though, no treats were forthcoming. So I wrote some more.

There once was a shamrock named Gus.
He’s a big yellow lab who lives with us.
He makes our hearts dance and sing.
And we love him more than anything.
He likes to go on long walks in the ‘hood,
But would run and run in the fields if he could!

“Wow,” she said, “That’s better! I like it. Where are you going with that? What happens next?”

“See? ” I said, “That’s the matter with writing poems for people. They always think there has to be a reason for things. What if that’s all there is? Just walks and dancing and singing and stuff? Nowhere going. On purpose”

 

“Cody, my Cody!” she said. And picked me up and kissed my whole head. And then gave me and Gus treats and we ran outside into the green, green grass.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sweet Sorrow

Todd and Dorothy left for California this morning. Gus and Jane and I drove in the van with them to the airport so we could all say goodbye.

After they left, Gus climbed into the front passenger seat just like always. As Jane was leaning over to fasten his seatbelt so it wouldn’t make that beeping noise, she said, “Parting is such sweet sorrow.”

We both looked at her funny, but she couldn’t see the question marks over our heads because she was pulling away from the curb. So then Gus looked over at me and I spoke up. I said, “Hey. That doesn’t make any sense. Those are opposite things.”

“It’s Shakespeare,” she said. “From Romeo and Juliette.”

I said, “So? It still doesn’t make any sense because doesn’t it kind of have to be one or the other? Sorrow means sad and sweet means delicious. How can sadness be delicious?”

Gus wasn’t saying anything, just staring straight ahead playing navigator, but I could tell his ears perked up when I said “delicious.”

Jane said that you can love someone a whole lot and then feel sad to see them go, but the fact that they have to leave makes you feel how much you love them even more than if they were there the whole time. You know?

I said, “Sort of like when Todd and Gus go for a walk without me and I sit and wait for them to come home?”

“Yes,” she said. “Exactly, like that. When they are there, you don’t long for their presence, but when they go away, you get to feel how much you miss them. That’s the sweet part.”

“Nah,” said Gus. That’s not the sweet part. That’s the sorrow part. The sweet part is when they come home again and we get to rush up and greet them!!! That’s the Best part!”

“Good point,” said Jane. “I guess that is the best part. But missing them is sweet, too. Sad, but sweet at the same time.”

“I get it,” I said. “Can we roll the windows down now?

And so she did and we inhaled the Spring air at 70 mph. And THAT Beautiful Day in the Car Codywas truly  Delicious!

Off My Meds

Sorry I haven’t written anything for a few days. I was in a low-energy funk because of my meds.

Jane increased the dose of one of my heart meds because I was coughing a lot. But then we ran out of it before we could get some more. And then it was the weekend and we couldn’t get any. And then as soon as the vet was open on Monday morning, she called them and they said they only had a couple, so we should go to a pharmacy. They said they’d call it in.

So we hopped in the car and guess what? There wasn’t even a pharmacy at the store where they sent us. And so she called them again and they said, “Oh, sorry.” And sent us somewhere else. And when we got there, they said they didn’t have any. And anyway, finally the vet said come on over here and we’ll give you the rest of our supply. And so we did.

I usually love going for car rides, but on that day I just sat on the floor boards and kept asking when we were going to go home.

The good thing is, I feel much better today. Jane says she does, too. cody_breathing