This week for the Pet Pride meme I’m not posting anything about my mine, but am dedicating it to pets belonging to a friend of mine who, when he recently watched my new dog video (link in the side bar if you haven’t seen it) asked immediately, “What, no daschunds?” I had to view it again myself to confirm that, indeed, I didn’t have any doxies in it. There’s plenty of identifiable breeds in the video, and I did include my personal favorite, the Irish Setter (but I’ve never had one) and a few other breeds that other friends have, like labs and retrievers and corgis and “small curly ones.” The absence of daschs is just an unfortunate oversight which I am happy to address right here and now. My friend has a long history with doxies, I think the two he has currently are numbers 5 and 6. That's practically a family picnic’s worth of wiener dogs.
The photo isn’t actually of either of my friend’s two doxies; I went to Google images for it. I don’t even remember what he said he named his dogs (except that it was something German, which, of course, suits them perfectly). But me, I think I would have gone with something like Oscar and Mayer. Or maybe Ketchup and Pickle. Anyway, doesn’t matter, because I’m just here to make amends for my video omission by posting this really cute vid I found on YouTube. So, here ya go, Mike. You want fries with it?
To find out what’s new with other pets of the world, link up with Bozo and Magiceye, out four- and two-legged friends in Mumbai HERE.
Video by YT member Galakticus Photo from www.sfskiclub.org
The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.