Saturday, November 22, 2008

Blogging the Dog Days Away

I'm getting the message that I should chill some.

My writing, email informs me, has gone to the dogs. Trophy Wife translates: "Chill Out". Actually and seriously, occupying oneself - myself - with Dawg has proven to be one of the best ways for me to chill out.
The photo of Ballou, above, was taken by Trophy Wife at the local Elings Park. (You have to click on it to fully appreciate it.)

Locally we enjoy three almost contiguous off-the-leash "bark parks". Elings, as well as the Douglas Preserve and
Hendry's Beach, are generous in acreage and variety, featuring an ample amount of undeveloped hilly paths, developed athletic fields, and beaches.

Running an athletic, spirited and trained dog off-leash in one of these surroundings is a lot like good blogging.
Your dog meets up with other friendly or not-so-friendly canines, and bounces-off, runs along with, or otherwise skirmishes. Give-and-take-and-go is the best way to describe it; and going on to smell and sniff out things that denote the canine news of the day.

Ritual and routine have a lot to do with it. Ballou never communicates to me what's she's read and learned.
She is no less communicative than Bando was before her, nor Schatze and Sienna before him. Dog and man are equally not communicative about their respective surfing and blogging, and who's to say which of us is more effective in our daily seeing of the big picture. However, it can be said that neither of the two of us is really 'blogged-out' when the day's blogging time runs out. Both of us want to rap with one more dog before turning away, back into our respective leashed worlds.

I have found that a daily romp of substantial length for man or dog in their respective spheres chills out both of them amicably. Civilizes both, actually.

Ballou went through a dry spell recently. 45 minutes - half way into a robust outing at Elings last month - I noticed her pausing to lick her front leg where she was missing about 1½ inches of skin.
Her vet was on our way home and she diagnosed it as a laceration rather than a bite. The wound was totally understandable as road rash because Ballou often moves faster than her legs can carry her. I have seen her crash and burn from down-slope face-plants. It's always ugly to witness, actually; kind of like the stock market crashing, as she is driven by 'irrational exuberance'.

As a consequence, Ballou had to be confined to her own yard and was only permitted a short leash on sedate walks around the hood.
But, worse, she also had to wear two Elizabethan cones, 24-7. Trophy Wife and I grew every bit as impatient as she.

Once I suffered an error of judgment. Very early on one morning, I allowed her off leash in the front yard. One nano second she was doing the wee-wee on top of the hedge and the next nano second she was gone a full 150 yards down the block after a cat. Covering that distance with her characteristic speed, Ballou resembled - with her two cones - a fifty-pound butterfly, flitting to and fro, maybe actually brushing the ground two or three times. But butterflies don't obey you; Ballou flew right back to me when I called.

I have been going through a dry spell recently myself.
It's a post-election slump. I am not alone. Without mentioning any names, I have noticed other of my blogging acquaintances have been affected differently. Some have become more shrill than ever; others seemingly aimless. In my case, it's like I've run out of things to say. I'm happy. After unhappily enduring the occupation of my country by the unconstitutional Bush and Cheney regime for the last eight years, I can finally anticipate liberation. I have less outrage to communicate. It's not that I no longer feel outrage; it's just that I don't feel expressing it does me much good. I also can't muster much effort as far as supervising our new President-Elect. It's like Bill Maher and my friend Mad Mike have commented: we are trying to prepare ourselves for living with a leader who is smarter than we are.

Change.

In the meantime, I am experiencing adjustment problems not unlike Ballou's. Last night at dinner with old friends from the 90's, I went off on the gentleman who had started to explain to me why he had voted for McCain. (I couldn't help it. The dude is such a slump.) Overbearing and boorish is how I would characterize my behavior - not unlike Republicans for the last eight years. 'Uncontrolled barking' is how Trophy Wife described it.

I get one chance to redeem myself tonight, dining with two more Republicans. If I don't improve, Trophy Wife says I'll be wearing a short leash, cones, and a bark collar.

11 Moderated Comments:

Blogger Blogging4Food said...

Andy Borowitz: Obama’s Use of Complete Sentences Stirs Controversy! A Stunning Break with Last Eight Years.

11/23/2008 07:31:00 AM  
Blogger Vigilante said...

Hark, hark, Food-Blogger. We can still get our serial syntax killing fixes from the Killa from Wasilla. If not incomplete sentences, we can get our run-on sentences. She is your resource from Bush Derangement Syndrome Withdrawal (BDSW).

11/23/2008 08:18:00 AM  
Blogger HILLBLOGGER said...

Brilliant and funny article Vig!

11/23/2008 12:26:00 PM  
Blogger Utah Savage said...

You're so lucky to have trophy wife. You do sound like the short leash is a good idea. And am I one of the aimless ones? If so, someone needs to tell me. I have no trophy husband to reign me in.

11/23/2008 03:16:00 PM  
Blogger Vigilante said...

Present company excepted! 'Aimlessness'? I'm obviously projecting from my self image, Utah. You're crack shot from the hip, hitting everything you intend to hit without aiming.

11/23/2008 04:52:00 PM  
Blogger Beach Bum said...

I have been going through a dry spell recently myself...

I haven't noticed anything different. Your posts show a unfailing level of excellence.

11/23/2008 07:27:00 PM  
Blogger adynaton said...

Nice post, Vigilante.

11/24/2008 02:22:00 AM  
Blogger Stella said...

Vig, this is a beautiful post. Ballou is so beautiful. Please give her a pat on the head for me. The picture of the train tracks leading into the sunset is amazing. I'm with BB—your posts are always great reads.

Good luck at dinner tonight. I've found the best way to diffuse the situation is to ask, politely, "Why do you feel that way?" They can talk, and you'll get to eat dinner listening with half an ear.

I'm definitely going through a dry spell, Vig. Nothing I write sounds good.

B4F... LOL! Bears repeating: Talking with complete sentences there and also too talking in a way that ordinary Americans like Joe the Plumber and Tito the Builder can't really do there, I think needing to do that isn't tapping into what Americans are needing also," she said. Killa can't enunciate nuclear, either. She speaks as clearly as Chimpy. Thank you for that link.

11/24/2008 01:21:00 PM  
Blogger MadMike said...

Vigil I get it! I really get it as I am one of those who suffers from post-election blogging slump, although I have friends who keep asking me if I can go back to doing jokes and horoscopes again. I just might, with a little sprinkling of news of course:-), unless Palin says or does something stupid, which she undoubtedly will.

Like you my dogs make a good substitute for the keyboard. I have increased their (and my) walk times by half. They are happier and I am happier. This is a good thing:-)

CB looks great by the way! Is she keeping off the bed? :-)

11/24/2008 01:22:00 PM  
Blogger Vigilante said...

Mike, you do get it. CB is spending the night in her kennel. She is progressing well, tending away from terrorism, toward civility in her waking hours. Her test will come at Thanksgiving, when my youngest son arrives.

On Blogging, I re-emphasize our agreement: it's a troubling transition we bloggers are having to make, moving from an abnormally malignant idiot in the White House to a spectacularly brilliant and gifted leader who will not suffer mediocrity in his administration. As a Progressive, I'm tempted to just STFU, and ride the Liberal horse for the indefinite future. I got other things to do, like you.

You may do the same, but please don't lapse back into the horoscopes. That way leads to a bridge to nowhere.

11/25/2008 08:16:00 AM  
Blogger Vigilante said...

Thanks to all commentators above for reading my stuff. You all get me. For which I am infinitely thankful.

11/25/2008 08:18:00 AM  

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