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Did you ever notice that Shadow-dog is much bigger than Laudie-dog? When it comes to treats, Shadow-dog is always the perfect gentleman, letting little Laudie-dog get her treat.
Dearest Charlene Duline, the best diplomat of the State Department that the world has ever known (now retired) – and long-time helper of Father Gordon MacRae, has just sent in a big jug of dog treats along with a box of treats for yours truly. I am humbled.
The thing is, she just had a really bad fall recently and is still going to be recovering for some time to come. How she was able to do this I don’t know. Her favorite of all of us, of course, is Laudie-dog, who, I must admit, is as sweet as ever.
If only I could get Main State to send me something else:
I heard the earthquake, kind of like a distant shotgun. At the same time I felt a tiny jolt, and then an ever so gentle hammock-like sway. Five seconds total. Probably out of scope on any scale. No one else I talked to noted anything. But Laudie-dog, who was sleeping, went instantly into nightmare mode. I woke her up and she came over to be reassured.
That’s actually the snarkiest smirkiest most poker-faced Laudie-dog I’ve seen in a long time: “Oooo! I wish I were in that cage (hahaha).” “No, no! I’m king of this cage,” says Shadow-dog. Meanwhile, Laudie-dog wants nothing to do with the cage, but her antics make Shadow-dog think he’s the luckiest dog in the world to be in a cage.
But really, for those who don’t know, there are certain kinds of GSDs who are still so much like wolves that they really do need a quiet space cave hole under a tree stump forest hideaway in order to really rest well, as this is what they would have in the wild. It’s not cruel. He runs, nay stampedes to his cage when I let him in the rectory. I’ve left the door open and there he stays, wishing the door were shut.
For those scandalized by the dog hair on the floor, you have to know that German Shedders can do that overnight with their double coats (and even triple if you count the longer sparser protection coat). It’s a daily chore to toss shopping bags full of hair. But that’s O.K. Any exercise is good.
Laudie-dog likes the far left corner. Shadow-dog prefers the far right corner.
We did some capital improvement on the back yard of the rectory, putting up a fence which doesn’t at all mark the boundaries of the property but which rather simply gives more room to the dogs to move about and get some exercise.
Having chosen their corners, that hard work was done for the day. Their favorite place is together right back at the back porch of the house. I love that.
Shadow-dog is slightly larger than Laudie-dog. But Laudie-dog is, apparently, smarter than Shadow-dog. She successfully took over Shadow-dog’s wolf-cave. She is just so laughing on the inside at her brilliant pawipulations. Shadow-dog looks bewildered that he’s been had in his own wolf-cave by someone who’s not even a wolf. Laudie-dog has the run of the whole house, so I told her to come out, and she did, happy to show me, however, that she’s definitely top dog. Shadow-dog was content that he had his own kingdom once again.
Mind you, it’s not that Laudie-dog wanted to take over Shadow-dog’s cave. It’s that she wanted to make sure that he’s jealous of his wolf-cave, so that he insists on staying there and is not tempted to cry to have run of the house as well. Hah.
Meanwhile, Shadow-dog is no fool. He plays the game, letting Laudie-dog think that she has tricked him so that she is content now to stay out of his wolf-cave, banished to life outside the wolf-cave. Double HahHah! His bewildered look above is instead a pleading with me to play along with him in his double-reverse ploy. Yes. Fine. I’m good with that.
Meanwhile, they’ve both teamed up to
manipulate me… pawipulate me into thinking that I’m the true landlord of the house. At any rate, everybody’s happy.
I have to wonder how our guardian angels deal with the likes of us. Jesus says that they see the face of God right now, and then… and then… there’s us. Goodness!
I admit that the first second I saw this package apparently with no labels outside the rectory door this morning my first thought was the package-bombs in Austin, Texas. The drivers for UPS, USPS and FEDEX all know me and all leave the packages under the carport to the side of the rectory. This was was soaked in yesterday’s rain. It all looks bad, thought I, not wanting to be paranoid.
Then I remembered! Dearest Charlene, my most favorite person of the U.S. Department of State, the most unafraid diplomat I know, told me a couple of days ago that I should expect a package with treats for Laudie-dog and Shadow-dog. I grabbed it and turned it about, finding the labels which confirmed the whole story. Ripping it open, I gave both dogs a taste of their multitude of treats. Thanks, Charlene.
Usually there was something for Father George-donkey, but, well, O.K., it’s still Lent and there shouldn’t be any treats for me. ;-)
We pray for the victims, victims families and law enforcement, for all those who suffer terrorism right around the world. Hail Mary…
Lots of people have been inquiring about Laudie-dog. It’s not that Laudie-dog is retired, though now she’s getting on in years, but she is happy to be in the shadows on the dog-pillow behind my chair where she yawns whenever she likes to express her contentment, I mean, you know, now that Shadow-dog has taken pride of place in serving and protecting.
But no one have one up on Laudie-dog’s history of going up against wolves and coyotes and bears and lynx and panthers. She still battles with that panther that dark and stormy night (really!) in her nightmares. I try to ever so gently wake her up when that happens. She’s happy to be reassured.
People make fun of me when I say that, but it’s true. You can almost pick out which incident it is that’s being replayed in her mind, whether the bear (yappity yap yap yap!) or the panther (scream-cry-howl-bark-scream). People say that dogs don’t dream and have no emotions or memory, but they just don’t know dogs. I think that by assessing a dog I could draw up a fairly accurate profile of its owner.
Trouble is, sometimes, that dogs can sometimes have multiple owners, as is the case with both Laudie-dog and Shadow-dog. I think those who had Shadow were fairly friendly with him and let him be the alpha-iest alpha GSD ever. But who knows. Poor Laudie-dog adopted me after having starved, with mange, and been shot between the shoulders, and was ultra-timid, and it was obvious she had suffered some abuse. Best dog ever.
Up to now, while playing, only Shadow-dog (truly an over-sized German Shepherd) would cover his ferocious canines while trying to convince the much smaller Laudie-dog to play soccer with the double-handled green ball, or a game of tag. A game of tag consists in tapping the back of the other with a paw and running away. Laudie-dog never played tag, until now. Laudie-dog has come into her own, also covering her canines and, here anyway, getting the upper paw. You can tell from her eyes that this is rather distracting for her. She’s a dumbed-down version, if you will, of a Rhodesian Ridgeback, an African Lion Dog. Unusually, she’s a bit small, but has an amazing ridge even twice as wide as the usual. Her ridge is about four inches wide and stands strait up. Amazing when you see it. I didn’t see it for years, not until Shadow-dog arrived. But now, as I saw, she’s come into her own.
She’s now sleeping next to my chair, as is Shadow-dog. :-)
- Providence provided under incredible circumstances, no cost to me
- (reportedly, we’ll see, with papers) pure-bred German Shepherd
- Pure black, not a spot of white or tan anywhere, not chest, not feet
- Straight back, as usual for the all-black variety
- Double-coat, laughing at what never counts as really “cold” weather in WNC
- Almost four feet from nose to rump plus another 19 inches for the tail
- Edging toward 27 inches tall
- At this extraordinarily massive size, even for a GSD, jaw strength competes with the strongest in the world, the Rottweiler
- Not neutered, super-friendly, gentle, knows who boss, but totally doesn’t know his own strength, or does
- Can put his front paws on your shoulders as you stand straight up
- At 12 1/2 months old, had total control of his owners all of his short life (I saw this up-close)
- Not trained in any way at all, except possibly, to be disobedient (jaw dropping)
- Never fed any kind of normal diet, hanging out at the high school cafeteria, so, possibly, the absolutely worst diet a GSD could have ever (that’s just upsetting)
- Can he break a training bite-arm in one bite?
- Can he learn how to learn, even though the talent has been suppressed by the previous owners?
- Even if he is untrainable (I doubt that), his perpetual presence at all the vulnerable parts of the rectory is already an invaluable asset and most appreciated
- Laudie-dog, in her house, utterly dwarfed by “Shadow”
- A bit of turf wars were at foot during the first day, but now they are friends
- I was really happy to see little Laudie-dog hold her ground with no fear at all, tolerating no hanky-panky, she being fixed, but not he, but she setting proper boundaries immediately, he now behaving as a gentleman, er, gentledog
Tips for training such a smart dog:
- I have no idea. Have you?
How very boring. A comment came in from Bolivia, of all places (pretending to be from elsewhere), but clearly written by an American probably in self-imposed exile for what I’m guessing are cowardly fascist crimes, even while he is claiming he is speaking for “antifa.”
The problem is that I’m perceiving this as a threat directed at Laudie-dog, as this picture of her was included in the threat. Really? I mean, that’s pretty cowardly.
On the other hand, there were plenty of codes in the message. So, like… what? Just write clearly.
I recall this scene, not that I’m a godfather, and not that Laudie-dog is a horse:
There is, of course, no replacement for the ultra-famous Laudie-dog, who has saved me from bears and panthers and wolves and snakes. I think of this development as a friend for Laudie-dog. My 82nd Airborne friend arranged the arrangement. It’s a German Shepherd, who I would be tempted to name Benedict, but my friend suggested “Shadow.” Ha! “Shadow” it is for a 1000 reasons. The dog is black as black can be black. Really super friendly. This is not an attack style German Shepherd, just a super friendly German Shepherd. I’ll have to get a taller fence. A lot more dog food. Another dog-house. A really wicked dog-collar… Goodness! Pope Francis might not be happy with this but, hey, the circumstances in my life right now I think justify a super watch dog. Not that Laudie-dog isn’t a super watch dog. It’s just that… And oh, by the way, didn’t Don Bosco have Grigio?
When getting back last night from a second trip to graham county Laudie-dog noticed a snake coming out on the back porch of the rectory, despite the cold, and she was immediately in protective aggressive flurry mode. Poor snake.
Here’s the summit of the Trail of Tears, Tatham Gap Road, which basically starts in my parish church and makes its way out to Nebraska. The government of the time killed off thirty million bison so as to starve to death those Cherokees who survived the death long death march.
I would like to know how to turn my 770 ThinkWare clips into a YouTube movie so that you all know where I go on my screamingly beautiful Communion Calls with Jesus. This is paradise here on earth.
Perhaps there is a techy trick to this. Anyone?
Laudie-dog only rarely gets scared, and only for a good reason.
When a bear was at the hermitage a few years back, she wasn’t fearful, but went on the attack, the level of her ferocity surely breaking all word records. But no shaking, just doing her job. I wouldn’t want Laudie-dog mad at me. But she’s only done this once, with the bear, but with no fear.
Conversely, when a panther was on the attack, Laudie-dog was scared, to death, shaking, crying, screaming bloody murder, she being the prey, along with me. This event was totally different than that the with bear.
The other year she started to cry while giving some attack barks when a pit bull showed up (that not bothering her) with a thief in tow (and that bothered her). She felt the danger for herself and me. She barked some warnings, but was also shaking a bit. This wasn’t exaggerated, however, as I was home at the time and came out to investigate and letting her in.
The other night I wasn’t here in the early evening, but my 82nd Airborne firefighter friend across the street heard Laudie-dog crying and barking frantically and so came over to see what was happening. He said that she was shaking with fear. He said he’s guessing it was a possum. The thing is, Laudie-dog grew up in the back mountain ridges and has zero fear of critters like possums. She’s absolutely not afraid even of bears, only panthers and thieves. There’re no panthers here. Only some few human beings with malicious intent. There was no pit bull. That other thief is long gone. This was someone else. I’m guessing they made it inside, did whatever they needed to do without disturbing anything, kind of, and then left, kind of, waiting to see what would happen. :-) I returned not long after. Laudie-dog was really very happy to see me and come inside as you might imagine. What I would say to the not-so-good-at-remaining-hidden crowd is this: just come when I’m home. That’s makes it all lots easier. I don’t like seeing my dog scared; she saved my tail a number of times and I’m a bit protective of her.
- John leaped in the womb for joy in the womb of his mother Elizabeth at the presence of Jesus in the womb of Mary, who herself gave voice to the joy of Jesus.
- John was clothed in camel hair. Super penitential, right? Yes. Dour? Not at all. It’s called not taking oneself seriously, freeing one up to be joyful in Christ Jesus our Lord.
It’s not that John, the greatest of prophets, didn’t have to learn anything:
- Let it be for the sake of the fulfillment of all righteousness…
- As the Master, so the disciple: yes, you’ll have to get your head cut off… Blessed is he who is not offended by me…
And with that, John, not taking himself seriously, faced his death with joy, dancing for joy as much as he could in his chains, in a dungeon. Perhaps you dance like John?
Meanwhile, we build shrines to the saints (like this post), not to say that we wouldn’t have handed the sword to the soldier of Herod who cut off John’s head, for we would all do that given the circumstances and our own idiocy, but rather to say that, with God’s grace, of which they spoke, we can repent of our celebrations of the ways of this world and learn to rejoice, to dance for joy, to leap for joy at the presence of the Lord Jesus in our lives. Perhaps you dance like this with Jesus…
I dance like a donkey. I admit that we might be a bit dour when we start on this epic spiritual journey, playing the part of the ass of a donkey, so to speak, still taking ourselves a bit too seriously, but then we are introduced little by little to the joy of recognizing the presence of the Lord Jesus with us, and then we also dance for joy, even helping others to do the same. A good friend saw this donkey the other day and couldn’t resist getting it for me, donkey that I am… Ha ha ha…
Meanwhile, I’m sure that Saint John Vianney’s condemnation of the ludicrous dancing in Ars won’t come my way for me being happy to dance for joy in the Lord no matter what. The patron saint of priests, for the dedication of the Baptist’s chapel in his little parish church quipped that “John lost his head for a dance”. Sure. But there are different kinds of dancing. John was also happy to dance with abandon before the Lord, as did David. There’s a long and happy tradition of dancing in Judeo-Catholic life.
It is said by the students of the Tilma that Our Lady of Guadalupe is dancing. Perhaps you dance like Jesus’ good mom:
Even Laudie-dog, Break-dance-dog, demonstrates her joy. Perhaps you dance like Laudie-dog:
- Hey John, they’re gonna cut your head off…
- Oh, O.K. I guess I’ll have to dance like a chicken with my head cut off…
Look… Really…. JOY no matter what…
So, there I was, sitting in a chair, head back, eclipse glasses on, staring at the moon crossing the sun, with Laudie-dog trying to get my attention. So, I took a number of pictures of her, including this one. Mind you, she is not blind, this moment was just a millionth of a nano-second in length in which I somehow managed to take the picture just as she also looked up just before totality. She wasn’t just imitating me; she was trying to tell me that something weird was going on, like, um, me sitting and staring at the sun, because, how dumb is that, right?
During totality, Laudie dog was shaking with fear. But the shaking wasn’t, mind you, in fear of the celestial events. Rather, the town of Andrews was playing super weird spooky music even while others were shooting off fire-works. Laudie dog has no liking for that activity. Anyway, here’s the totality to my naked eye (and naked camera):
I loved going to the planetarium in the Twin Cities as a kid. It’s totally different when you see things happening in front of you. When the moon started blocking the sun, the first thought that came into my mind and heart and soul was: “God exists! God is so very wonderful! God loves us!”
But this wasn’t just an intellectual thing. I suppose people will make fun of me for saying this, but this was a spiritual event for me, very very very peaceful. By that I mean something beyond Saint Paul’s chapter one of his letter to the Romans. All creation speaks of the glory of God, yes! But more… It was as if Jesus was with me watching the eclipse, which, although He is creating that eclipse, although He is creating me, He can come in His wonderfully condescending love (in the absolutely best sense) and be in His own creation (He is incarnate!). And, by the way, He can also give a flower to the Immaculate Conception.
Meanwhile, with the crescent sun a thought came to mind about the crescent moon and Islam.
While I was studying the Syrian language I came across a cultural tid-bit well known to every Muslim in that part of the world but not to someone like me from the North woods of Minnesota: the moon is a man, enlightening in difficult circumstances, helpful and kind, never threatening, even while the sun is a woman, always threatening, burning, hurtful, unrelentingly cruel. During a solar eclipse, the moon beats down the sun. The phases of the moon are actually just the sun trying to escape on the other side of the earth. Once in a while the moon hunts down the sun and shows the sun who is boss. The crescent moon is lifted up above every mosque/cultural center. The meteor rock in mecca is part of the moon come to earth, right? In that part of the world, the received mythology treated various celestial bodies as the gods, that is, the sons and daughters of the original deities which progressively became more material as time went on.
Meanwhile, the woman clothed with the sun in the Apocalypse (and our Lady of Guadalupe) has the crescent moon under her feet. Heh heh heh.
You’ve been had! Laudie-dog doesn’t get hypotized. You’re the one hypnotized by her while she fakes getting hypnotized, awesomely smart dog that she is. ;-)
Thanks go to the wonderful Charlene – whose amazing State Department feats right around the world at significant moments in recent world history I’m getting more acquainted with as time goes on – for she sent in a shipment of milk-bone dog biscuits (one pictured above) and doggie bacon strips and… and… even lots of trail mix. I’m thinking that the trail-mix is for yours-truly, though I had better behave myself lest Charlene say that the trail-mix is also for Laudie-dog!
I am reminded of a mass hypnotism incident of my entire senior class of some 135 students of our smallish Prep School in Central Minnesota, when the Headmaster did a psych experiment on all of us together. While he did this he kept glancing over at me, getting ever more frustrated. I was actually trying to be polite, playing along just to see where he was going with all this. He kept up his hypnotism antics and was having success with the class, but then stopped and explained his frustration with everyone, an explanation which made everyone really pretty upset, enough for a good half the class to complain rather loudly protesting that what he was saying was not true at all and that they just couldn’t believe what he was saying because, of course, they were always in control of their lives. They were really disappointed with themselves. Shaken.
The Headmaster, a good friend, was telling them that he could easily hypnotize the entire class except for one person, me, insisting that he could never ever hypnotize me, ever, no matter what. Maybe he realized that I was hypotizing him by faking that I was being hypotized. ;-) Things are never as they seem. Rare is the person who realizes that things are never as they seem even in unexpected situations when one’s guard is down because one thinks oneself to be in control. Charlene is one of those people and, of course, has had to be, working for the State Department where, truly, nothing is ever as it seems. That’s all they do is deal with politicians and spies. And now she has to deal with me to get Laudie-dog her treats with no one involved getting hypnotized. You gotta be pretty clever if you ask me.
Hey! It’s not my fault. Someone gave me these treats for Laudie-dog today. They looked really disgusting to me. But dogs love everything disgusting, and she loved these.
“One a day” say the directions. Hmmm. Maybe every third day or once a week. I don’t want her turning green on me.
I say: Laudie-dog deserves to be pampered. She saved me many times from bears and wolves and panthers.
It was only some hours that had gone by after the shrine of the Divine Son of the Immaculate Conception went up when torrential rain came down with all sort of thunderous carry-on in the heavens echoing in and around the mountain valleys. Normally, this would make Laudie-dog frantic with fear, hyperventilating, shaking, freezing in place with nowhere being good enough to hide, but this time she has such a winning smile:
Now that’s a lesson we can all take to heart.