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Interesting that dogs are our best friends. Almost as if assigned to the job to act as our guardians and teachers. What do we learn from them? If you were the Great God and wanted to place with man the most beneficent companion for man that could transmit a message, even a secret to open all the doors to the mystery of man's existence, then a dog is the only choice possible.

My son is today returning from four years in the Marines. He is a Corporal with expert rifleman medal. He served six months in the Gulf on ship and thankfully never set foot in Iraq or Afghanistan. He bought a Boxer dog of the lean sort of Greyhound built breed. I tend to him now because my daughter and SIL were having a son. I am a grandpa now.

Boogs loves to hit the door running and contents not himself only to run but must leap like a hart prancing about and could easily run down a deer so I get a little exercise these days. I have had to learn to juke him into running while I minimize my efforts.

Dogs teach us how to pray. Ever notice that? They beg and stay on us with full purpose of heart. Who can resist but to bless them?

Dogs teach us to be meek and lowly in heart and contrite and perfectly show how undeserved they are before us, their gods, in all things. This is an example of perfect humility.

We should take a clue from our intended companions and guardians. For they are our examples to teach us that which matters most. Only abject meekness like that of a dog opens the door to the sheepfold. Think about it. REALLY!

On judgment day some may think to excuse themselves that they were never taught the lessons of righteousness. It might well be explained that we had dogs to begin with and all the other objects of direct tutelage might further be pointed out that were set daily before our eyes and we somehow failed to notice.

I'm sorry, but I'm dyslexic and don't believe in Dog.

I may be too pagan to ever fully enter Zion, because my companion is a gift from Bast. In fact, I've taken the name of my daemon, my furry fury as a board name. Behold!

Blixa wrote:I may be too pagan to ever fully enter Zion, because my companion is a gift from Bast. In fact, I've taken the name of my daemon, my furry fury as a board name. Behold!

That's the owlest looking feline I ever did see.
How did you get her to close one eye?

Nightlion wrote:That's the owlest looking feline I ever did see.
How did you get her to close one eye?

Blixa is shape shifter (and a he). He is very owl like, but can also impersonate a snake, a rat, a bat, a panther, a flying squirrel, a baby sloth and the dog of Pompeii.



Beware the tongue of fire:



In fact, just beware:



(The one eyed look is an effect of the shadow. He's sitting next to me right now, curled up in his window perch next to my Guadalupe night light.)

This monitor can see both eyes. Blixa looked more owlish on the old tube.
I think that wild hair on his nose is making him cross-eyed.

Nightlion wrote:This monitor can see both eyes. Blixa looked more owlish on the old tube.
I think that wild hair on his nose is making him cross-eyed.

It's a bit off topic, but I've been meaning to share this William Blake poem with you Nightlion, so here it is:

A Divine Image

Cruelty has a human heart
And jealousy a human face,
Terror the human form divine,
And secrecy the human dress.

The human dress is forged iron,
The human form a fiery forge,
The human face a furnace seal'd,
The human heart its hungry gorge.

Hmmmmmmm?

Blixa the cat! (Pretty cool pics) Hmmmmmmmmmmm?

I think I might need to evaluate my previous stance about the cat.


I need to digest this a while (Hmmmmm?)

Peace,
Ceeboo

Ceeboo wrote:I need to digest this a while (Hmmmmm?)

Peace,
Ceeboo

I should not say but last night at work a friend was telling me about visiting relatives in Mexico. One is rather well off and feeds his cat expensive food. My friend went on complaining about how he made it a point to show his own children, the poor kids who have do not have enough to eat, so that they will be grateful to live in America.

So let them eat cats, says I.

Sorry, please forgive.

Nightlion wrote:

Ceeboo wrote:I need to digest this a while (Hmmmmm?)

Peace,
Ceeboo

I should not say but last night at work a friend was telling me about visiting relatives in Mexico. One is rather well off and feeds his cat expensive food. My friend went on complaining about how he made it a point to show his own children, the poor kids who have do not have enough to eat, so that they will be grateful to live in America.

So let them eat cats, says I.

Sorry, please forgive.

Forgiven. People do what they have to do. The Human heart a hungry gorge and all...