Doc, give yourself up to the good spirits.
This is from Annie, Doc O'Barker's little-known sister.
Doc, I might vote for you, as hard as you find that to believe. No! Really! You are very handsome! I like your energy, your banter, your swagger. I like you! On the other hand I might NOT vote for you because of your particular blind spot, which worries me. We all have blind spots-that’s the mammalian condition-some are just a little more problematic than others. Yours for example.
Listen, Doc. It’s only fair that we should hear each other out. That means no interruptions.
I'm sorry.... -BARK!- … excuse me, I said, no interruptions! -BARK! BARK BARK!!- ....Please, DOC! DOC? …Okay then! Thank you!
.... As I was saying. Doc, I’m sorry I woke everyone up at 4:30 in the morning the other day.
You were asleep, I know, and you like being asleep. No, I didn’t mean that to have a double meaning. Well, maybe I did. Okay, I did.
I don’t yip and yap at every little thing, you know. Didn’t you hear that siren going off in the background? To my ear it was a lot louder than Corkie, who always yips when he pees, we all know that. That’s not what I was talking about. There was a siren. But as soon as I started barking, you started barking, and then everybody was barking and nobody could hear it.
What I am saying is, there’s something bigger going on than a little dog peeing in his own backyard.
What I am saying is, there are plenty of petty tyrants out there that bark a lot. We all know that. Behind the barking, though, I hear a siren! I am wise, Doc! I hear a siren call of larger issues that can take us all down: pollution, greed, hatred, fear, self-righteous…-ness… hm.. …. er, well…
Never mind. Let me start over.
I’m sorry you had a grumpy day due to being kicked out of the bedroom. It happens to the best of us.
I know what you are going through. In ancient times before we were born this exact same thing happened to our liberal owners. In fact, some of them moved to Canada rather than be identified with the clueless cowboy who ran reckless, shooting up the planet, spending all our kibble on Wall Street and war and Halliburton, etc., as if kibble grew on trees which I can tell you it does not (I have looked). Then they ran off, tail tucked, leaving us to fix the mess. We haven’t been able to close the wound yet, it is still gushing, and we don’t even know if we can save the patient. When we do finally get’ er up and running again, YOU will be back just in time to claim the credit. But excuse me, I’m acting like you now, calling names-I guess it’s in the blood.
Here’s what I have to tell you and me both.
The cowboy administration passed, like gas.
All we get is another 4 years of Obama and then he'll be gone too.
If you give yourself up to doubt and despair, can you blame doubt and despair for taking you over? Do you have to pretend it is your so-called enemy taking you down, not your own attitude? If you believe that violence is the only way, can you blame others for responding with violence-because they think that’s the only thing that YOU can understand? Monkey see, monkey do?
I am here to tell you, biting is a thing of the past! There are too many dogs now, all trying to eat off the same plate. It’s time we all headed off, together, for a higher ground-give ourselves up to the GOOD SPIRITS, which I like to call the ZEN ANGELS OF GOD-I MEAN, THE ZEN ANGELS OF DOG.
GOOD = GOD = DOG = DOC! Doc, you can do this, it is your TRUE NATURE!
You know EXACTLY what I mean: Hope, generosity, love, clarity, wisdom, deep listening, honesty, loving speech, kindness, forgiveness, faith, humility, understanding! Right here in front of our noses- all this beautiful GOODNESS (or, if you prefer, DOGNESS) is here for the taking.
For dogness' sake, Doc, it’s FREE, that’s what I am saying-unlike war which you pay for in generations of sorrow, unspeakable loss, staggering debt (THAT WAS MY KIBBLE!!!), chronic depression, crankiness, meanness, upset stomach and overall everlasting reverberations of violence.
Imagine-no war debt to pass along to our puppies, and instead a legacy of great RICHES made up of GOODNESS and DOGNESS and SAFETY. Which would you choose? Look, you can still be as strong as you want--you can work out, play football, rugby, whatever.
Okay, then. I think we’re in agreement.
I’m looking at you, Doc, waiting for your reply, but you’re just quiet. Were you listening to me, or just thinking about your next argument? Doc? What’s that you’re doing…. …? …..?
He’s writing something down… he is passing me a note…. it says…:
SEFL-RIECHEOUS
Doc, I might vote for you, as hard as you find that to believe. No! Really! You are very handsome! I like your energy, your banter, your swagger. I like you! On the other hand I might NOT vote for you because of your particular blind spot, which worries me. We all have blind spots-that’s the mammalian condition-some are just a little more problematic than others. Yours for example.
Listen, Doc. It’s only fair that we should hear each other out. That means no interruptions.
I'm sorry.... -BARK!- … excuse me, I said, no interruptions! -BARK! BARK BARK!!- ....Please, DOC! DOC? …Okay then! Thank you!
.... As I was saying. Doc, I’m sorry I woke everyone up at 4:30 in the morning the other day.
You were asleep, I know, and you like being asleep. No, I didn’t mean that to have a double meaning. Well, maybe I did. Okay, I did.
I don’t yip and yap at every little thing, you know. Didn’t you hear that siren going off in the background? To my ear it was a lot louder than Corkie, who always yips when he pees, we all know that. That’s not what I was talking about. There was a siren. But as soon as I started barking, you started barking, and then everybody was barking and nobody could hear it.
What I am saying is, there’s something bigger going on than a little dog peeing in his own backyard.
What I am saying is, there are plenty of petty tyrants out there that bark a lot. We all know that. Behind the barking, though, I hear a siren! I am wise, Doc! I hear a siren call of larger issues that can take us all down: pollution, greed, hatred, fear, self-righteous…-ness… hm.. …. er, well…
Never mind. Let me start over.
I’m sorry you had a grumpy day due to being kicked out of the bedroom. It happens to the best of us.
I know what you are going through. In ancient times before we were born this exact same thing happened to our liberal owners. In fact, some of them moved to Canada rather than be identified with the clueless cowboy who ran reckless, shooting up the planet, spending all our kibble on Wall Street and war and Halliburton, etc., as if kibble grew on trees which I can tell you it does not (I have looked). Then they ran off, tail tucked, leaving us to fix the mess. We haven’t been able to close the wound yet, it is still gushing, and we don’t even know if we can save the patient. When we do finally get’ er up and running again, YOU will be back just in time to claim the credit. But excuse me, I’m acting like you now, calling names-I guess it’s in the blood.
Here’s what I have to tell you and me both.
The cowboy administration passed, like gas.
All we get is another 4 years of Obama and then he'll be gone too.
If you give yourself up to doubt and despair, can you blame doubt and despair for taking you over? Do you have to pretend it is your so-called enemy taking you down, not your own attitude? If you believe that violence is the only way, can you blame others for responding with violence-because they think that’s the only thing that YOU can understand? Monkey see, monkey do?
I am here to tell you, biting is a thing of the past! There are too many dogs now, all trying to eat off the same plate. It’s time we all headed off, together, for a higher ground-give ourselves up to the GOOD SPIRITS, which I like to call the ZEN ANGELS OF GOD-I MEAN, THE ZEN ANGELS OF DOG.
GOOD = GOD = DOG = DOC! Doc, you can do this, it is your TRUE NATURE!
You know EXACTLY what I mean: Hope, generosity, love, clarity, wisdom, deep listening, honesty, loving speech, kindness, forgiveness, faith, humility, understanding! Right here in front of our noses- all this beautiful GOODNESS (or, if you prefer, DOGNESS) is here for the taking.
For dogness' sake, Doc, it’s FREE, that’s what I am saying-unlike war which you pay for in generations of sorrow, unspeakable loss, staggering debt (THAT WAS MY KIBBLE!!!), chronic depression, crankiness, meanness, upset stomach and overall everlasting reverberations of violence.
Imagine-no war debt to pass along to our puppies, and instead a legacy of great RICHES made up of GOODNESS and DOGNESS and SAFETY. Which would you choose? Look, you can still be as strong as you want--you can work out, play football, rugby, whatever.
Okay, then. I think we’re in agreement.
I’m looking at you, Doc, waiting for your reply, but you’re just quiet. Were you listening to me, or just thinking about your next argument? Doc? What’s that you’re doing…. …? …..?
He’s writing something down… he is passing me a note…. it says…:
SEFL-RIECHEOUS