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Big dog, big surgery …




Xena after surgery

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After thinking long and hard, I decided to go ahead and have the TPLO surgery to try to repair Xena’s messed up ACL. It was really tough leaving her at the vet yesterday knowing what she was facing. When I picked her up last night, she was totally drugged so I’m not sure she reallized what was going on. This photo shows the bandages shortly after she got home …

This morning, she’s doing pretty well. She gives me a few tail wags when I say her name, and she’s sleeping pretty soundly in the kitchen. Getting her out is really tough. I’m hoping that as the drugs abate she’ll be a little more eager to get to her feet.

Why did I have a TPLO done on a 10-year-old dog whose breed lifespan is 10 years? Part of it was because she’s in really good shape for a Newf her age. I think she’s got several more years left in her, and if I didn’t fix the leg I was afraid the stress would cause her to blow out the other. Then she’d definitely be a goner. The other part was watching her sit at the gate and cry while Gilligan, Ozzy and I were down at the dock. I had to take a chance on this, if for no other reason to give her a shot at being able to get down to the dock and beat the hell out of Gilligan in the shallow water.

Keep your fingers crossed. I’ll post occasional updates on how she’s doing. My main hope is that she’ll leave it alone and I won’t have to use a cone on her. What a nightmare …

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Hail Caesar

CaesarI just finished Caesar: Life of a Colossus. I think my interest in things Roman dates back to St. Anselm Catholic school, where I survived two years of Latin (nomen mihi est Robertus) and stumbled across the Robert Graves masterpiece I, Claudius. In “Life of a Colossus,” Adrian Goldsworthy does an admirable job of breathing life into his subject. It’s pretty clear his writing is steeped in tons of academic research, but it doesn’t read like a doctoral dissertation.

A few points/observations:

  • The early part of the book is a bit of a slog as Goldsworthy goes into detail about the political machinations swirling around Caesar during his rise. It’s not awful, but it doesn’t move at the same clip as the portions of the book that describe his military campaigns.
  • After reading a lot of romanticized notions of the Republic, it’s great to see details on what a nasty, bleeding mess it really was. In some ways, a benevolent dictatorship would have been a vast improvement on the mess that was Rome in the first century BCE.
  • Caesar was ruthless, but there usually was method to his menace and he didn’t succumb to death and destruction for the sake of mayhem. “Caesar was entirely pragmatic — effectively amoral — in his use of clemency or massacre and atrocity,” Goldsworthy writes.
  • In a similar vein, it’s not really clear that absolute, tyrannical rule was his real end game.
  • Rome’s gift to us: “Roman laws tended to be long and complex — one of Rome’s most enduring legacies to the world is tortuous legal prose.” Thanks, Rome.
  • As a young man, Caesar was rumored to have been King Nicomedes of Bithynia’s lover, and those rumors dogged him throughout his life. Goldworthy presents a credible case that the rumors might have been true, though he refrains from drawing conclusions. It’s clear that these accusations where the one thing that could wound Caesar’s immense pride.
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    Getting Stoned

    I had never heard of Robert Stone. I’m not sure how I missed him given my interest in the Beats, the Pranksters and other assorted distortions in the literary canon that occurred in the ’50s and ’60s, but I finally stumbled across him via his memoir of the era, “Prime Green: Remembering the Sixties.”

    A few things popped at me as I read the book:

    • Stone is a great writer. He can turn a phrase. He can take you there. So much so that I vowed to venture into his fiction, starting with “A Hall of Mirrors.”
    • I really like the fact that Prime Green doesn’t obsess about the Prankster/Kesey/Kerouac aspect of the era. When he’s there, it’s not really romanticized. And some of the most interesting parts of the book are far removed from that scene. Stone writes about his time in the Navy in an America that hadn’t yet succumbed to the leveling effect of always-on mass media, a time when kids from vastly different regions of the country were tossed together on a Navy ship to be astounded by the fact that they all lived in the same country.
    • I loved his stories from the times he worked for supermarket tabloids like the “National Thunder” in New York, where he toils beside a