Image Credit (Penguins mourning death of their child)
When I carefully consider the curious habits of dogs
I am compelled to conclude
That man is the superior animal.
When I consider the curious habits of man
I confess, my friend, I am puzzled.
— Ezra Pound
Ezra Weston Loomis Pound (1885 – 1972) was born in Hailey, Idaho and was an American expatriate poet. During his stay in London in the early 20th century as foreign editor of several American literary magazines, he helped discover and shape the work of contemporaries such as T. S. Eliot, James Joyce, Robert Frost and Ernest Hemingway. His political views ensure that his work remains controversial; in 1933 Time magazine called him “a cat that walks by himself, tenaciously unhousebroken and very unsafe for children.” Hemingway nevertheless wrote: “The best of Pound’s writing – and it is in the Cantos – will last as long as there is any literature.”
I resolved that at 30 I would know more about poetry than any man living, that I would know what was accounted poetry everywhere, what part of poetry was “indestructible,” what part could not be lost by translation and – scarcely less important – what effects were obtainable in one language only and were utterly incapable of being translated. In this search I learned more or less of nine foreign languages, I read Oriental stuff in translations, I fought every University regulation and every professor who tried to make me learn anything except this, or who bothered me with “requirements for degrees.”
Six years ago today, Zeke was born.
- That a dog would eat (and enjoy) carrots, broccoli and cauliflower? (Incredible. Better eating habits than the kids.)
- That a dog could steal chewing gum from the counter top, unwrap it and eat it? (How?)
- That a dog would bark, snarl and snap at the King of the Household to protect the others? (Why bite the hand that earns the cash that buys the food that feeds you? Repeatedly?)
- That a dog would know every day at high noon, it’s Peanut Butter in Plastic Kong time? (How?)
- That a dog would sleep under the covers at your feet, every single night? And then move up to share your pillow later on at night? (Who needs central heating in the winter? Or a comforter for that matter?)
- That a dog could be so afraid of Andie, the black and brown tabby cat? (Come on Zeke. Man-up.)
- That a dog could spot anything in the sky but would miss a deer 20 yards in front of him?
- That a dog would lie down in front of his Momma, lift his paws one by one, and let her clip his toe nails. And then do a full-body wiggle between her legs after it was all done? (King’s Dog enjoys pedicures. Something very wrong here.) [Read more...]
Be the noble curator of your excellence,
for fate made you perfect.
In all things, be precise:
standing, sitting, staring, walking, sniffing, eating, sleeping, killing.
Never look in mirrors, which are windows for the insecure.
Sleep in a variety of comfortable places,
which were created for you alone.
Make acquaintances, never friends.
The latter tend to cling.
All phenomena are potential enemies.
Therefore, stare, listen, listen, stare, sniff, stare, listen, sniff,
hide, stare, and listen.
Never perform tricks.
Leave those to dogs, who need to be wanted and want to be liked.
Talk as necessary, but never just to chit-chat.
Crack the whip of feline fury as you wish.
Keep the blades of your four feet sharp and retracted like long-held resentments.
Let your soul’s motor idle and strum the taut cord of your body. No one owns you.
God made you and likes you best.
In a world that’s dubious, you are certain.
You never make mistakes.
You are entitled to what you want; otherwise, why would you want it?
No matter what else you may be undertaking,
never be reticent to stop and groom yourself,
for you are superb, and self-maintenance doubles as self-admiration.
You are a cat,
a form of beauty that enters stealthily, naps, and agrees to be admired.
You are a cat.
Everything is as it should be.
~ Hans Ostrom, How To Be A Cat
Image Credit: Tim Flach
You are in the car driving your dog to the Vet.
He sits in the car. And shakes.
He knows that he’s heading for trouble.
You arrive at the parking lot.
You coax him out of the car.
His legs are quivering.
Flattened: HIs long floppy ears to his head. His tail between his legs.
You are in the waiting room.
All 65 pounds of him crawls in your lap.
His body trembling.
Your name is called.
Your dog shows his fangs. Growls.
Vet anxious. Signaling danger.
Vet suggests a muzzle.
Stress levels screaming. [Read more...]
“Bubbles, 32, was adopted as a ivory orphan by the Myrtle Beach Safari in 1983. As Bubbles grew over the years, from 300 pounds to 9000 pounds, so too did her love of swimming. In 2007, a contractor hired to build Bubbles a swimming pool, abandoned Bella as a puppy at The Preserve. The river presented these two the opportunity to interact in a way that developed a deep and lasting friendship. Today, they are inseparable.
Bubbles’ family was killed in 1981 by ivory poachers. She was one of the fortunate few that survived the slaughter. Today, tens of thousands of elephants are still be illegally poached for their ivory.”
Thank you Janet.
“The Horsemen: The traditional ‘Rounding of the Mares’ has been with the Almonte horsemen for generations. Over a thousand horses are driven across the plains and through the towns of rural Spain. Being a horseman in Almonte is to live the tradition of our ancestors that has existed for over 500 years, to maintain the balance between nature and man. It is something so rooted inside of us, in our blood, that we are born horsemen and our children are born horsemen. The first thing they want to do is go to the marshlands with their fathers and grandfathers. For us the marshlands, the field, the nature, is a religion, a way of life, an identity. It’s a proud responsibility to because you have to maintain what you love. We are horsemen, living in unity with nature and our values. It is a community and a union, between animal and man. I think for a man, where he has lived, what his elders have passed onto him, if he doesn’t preserve this then life has little meaning.”
Brandon Jenner, 32, is the son of actress Linda Thompson and Olympic decathlon winner Bruce Jenner. He is the stepson of Kris Jenner and the stepbrother of the Kardashian clan (Kourtney, Kim, Khloé, and Robert). Brandon is married to Leah Felder. Felder was born and raised in Malibu, California. She comes from a musical family, her father being Don Felder, the founder of The Eagles and the songwriter of Hotel California. (Source: IMDb)
If you liked this tune, you might check out Brandon & Leah singing Boom Boom Boom.
A baby polar bear learns how to walk…
Source: Head Like An Orange
How about some encouragement licks? Good morning.
A bit of hump day inspiration. Time to get after it!
Source: Themetapicture.com. Thank you Susan for sharing.
Image Source for Juvenile Bald Eagle: Thank you (again) Fairy-Wren
Source: Thank you OCD: Obsessive Corgi Disorder
Molalla, a 9-week old Baby River Otter, learns how to swim at the Oregon Zoo. OK. I’ll never complain about my swimming lessons in my youth…
The Lilac-breasted Roller ”is found in sub-Saharan Africa and the southern Arabian Peninsula, preferring open woodland and savanna; it is largely absent from treeless places. Usually found alone or in pairs, it perches conspicuously at the tops of trees, poles or other high vantage points from where it can spot insects, lizards, scorpions, snails, small birds and rodents moving about at ground level. Nesting takes place in a natural hole in a tree where a clutch of 2–4 eggs is laid, and incubated by both parents, who are extremely aggressive in defence of their nest, taking on raptors and other birds. During the breeding season the male will rise to great heights, descending in swoops and dives, while uttering harsh, discordant cries. The sexes are alike in coloration. Juveniles do not have the long tail feathers that adults do. It is also the national bird of Botswana and Kenya.” (Source: Wiki)
Image Source: Fairy-Wren
The crested caracara is in the falcon family but not fast-flying aerial hunters, but rather sluggish and often scavengers. They are found in Cuba, South America, Central America and Mexico and in the southernmost parts of the U.S. The Northern Caracara has a length of 19-23 inches, a wingspan of 42-51 inches and weighs 1.8-2.9 pounds. It is broad-winged and long-tailed. It has long legs and frequently walks and runs on the ground. The Northern Caracara is an omnivorous scavenger that mainly feeds on carrion. The live prey they do catch is usually immobile, injured, incapacitated or young. Prey species can include small mammals,amphibians, reptiles, fish, crabs, insects, their larvae, earthworms, shellfish and young birds. The voice of this species is a low rattle. (Source: Wiki)
Image Source: Thank you Steve Layman via Head Like An Orange
Jamynne Bowles’ English bulldog is deaf but is groovin’ squarely on beat to the melody. His pal, on the other hands, just ain’t feelin’ it.
Out of 22,000 entries, this was National Geographics’ 2012 Grand-Prize Photo Contest Winner: The Explosion! The subject’s name is Busaba, a well cared for Indochinese Tigress whose home is at Khao Kheow Open Zoo, Thailand.
Source: The Atlantic. Thank you Cully for sharing.
- Each morning. Up at 6am.
- Grabs newspaper.
- Runs like a crazy man thundering up the stairs.
- Arrives. Applies his 4-wheel brakes. Sits proudly. Tail swishing wildly back and forth.
- “Here’s your paper Dad!”
“Sarah, the Cheetah from the Cincinatti Zoo, shattered the world record for the standing 100-meter dash, clocking a time of 5.95 seconds—making Olympian Usain Bolt’s world record of 9.58 seconds look positively stodgy by comparison. The ‘Polka-dotted missile’ rocketed to 61 miles an hour.” Beyond Sarah’s raw speed, was the beauty and grace of this incredible animal. Enjoy…
Good Sunday Morning.
45 seconds to a smile (money back guarantee…)
“They say a dog is a man’s best friend, but to John Unger, a Wisconsin resident, his dog, Schoep, means everything. Unger adopted Schoep as a 8-month old puppy and the two have been together ever since. Now, at 19 years old, Schoep has arthritis and has trouble sleeping…Unger found that water is therapeutic for his pained buddy, so he takes Schoep into Lake Superior and lulls him to sleep…Schoep trusting John so much he falls asleep in the buoyancy of the water which soothes his arthritic bones.”
And more background at this YouTube video clip.
Good Sunday Morning.
- Sunday Morning: Perfect Darkness
- Sunday Morning: Did you enjoy your story?
- Sunday Morning: Water & Rocks…(South Island, NZ)
- Sunday Morning: Walk in Nature
- Sunday Morning: Soak in San Francisco
- Sunday Morning: Tap. Tap. Tap. On the heart…
- Sunday Morning: Of Souls & Water…
- Sunday Morning: Africa in Black & White
- Sunday Morning: Beautiful Day at the Dog Park…
- Sunday morning… (Erik Satie – Gymnopédie No.1)
- Sunday Morning: Madison
- Sunday Morning… (Avro Part)
- Sunday Morning: Riding The Red Arrow
We’re opening Hump Day with a short two minute clip shared with me by Lori @ Donna & Diablo called The Future Is Ours. “We truly live in a extraordinary time…we forget this.” (Thank you Lori!) And then on to my inspiring posts of the week…
Rob Firchau @ The Hammock Papers, a 5th grade teacher, who is a fountain of inspirational posts and profound shares including this Abraham Lincoln quote that I’d never heard before that he calls Teach: “…Teach (your son) him that for every enemy there is a friend…teach him if you can, that a dollar earned is of far more value than five found…Teach him the secret of quiet laughter. Let him learn early that bullies are easiest to lick. Teach him, if you can, the wonder of books…but also give him quiet time to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky, bees in the sun and flowers on a green hillside. In school, teach him it is far more honorable to fail than to cheat. Teach him to have faith in his own ideas, even if everyone tells him they are wrong. Teach him to be gentle with [gentle] people and tough with the tough… (Read the rest of this quote @ Teach)
We’re opening Hump Day with a short one minute clip about Pandas. (Now who doesn’t just love Panda cubs.) And then on to my inspiring posts of the week…
From Baltimore, MD, George Amoss Jr. @ The Post Modern Quaker with his post: The Zen of Quakerism. “If, when I’m feeling a little playful, someone were to ask me to summarize Quakerism in a sentence or two, I might say this: You have a heart. Use it.”
Thinking too @#$%^&* Much…
I got off to a late start this morning. Reading posts. Watching videos. (Now, in addition to these cat videos that I can’t seem to stop watching, I’m watching Mimi’s and LaDona’s video posts – they’ve figured out how to post videos – watch out world, these ladies are Game On.)
It’s hot. (Cursing that I got off to a late start. Maybe I can go half-way today. Oh, here we go again. Rationalizing away my exercise before I’ve even started. You are sad sack, Pal.)
Today’s theme: I see. (I think.) (Too much.)