More musical pho at Fur Peace Ranch …

One of the great joys of living in Southeast Ohio is being within a stone's throw of Fur Peace Ranch. They serve pho (very, very good pho) on Wednesdays and Thursdays, and sometimes John Hurlburt and Jorma Kaukonen play while the audience slurps pho and munches banh mi. They're doing it again next week. Let me know if you want to go. They closed today with "This Land Is Your Land." Woody Guthrie never seemed more relevant than he did today while Congress was ensuring the poor get crap health care and Trump is trying to turn our national lands into oil fields.

One of the great joys of living in Southeast Ohio is being within a stone’s throw of Fur Peace Ranch. They serve pho (very, very good pho) on Wednesdays and Thursdays, and sometimes John Hurlburt and Jorma Kaukonen play while the audience slurps pho and munches banh mi. They’re doing it again next week (5/10-11). Let me know if you want to go. They closed today with “This Land Is Your Land.” Woody Guthrie never seemed more relevant than he did today while Congress was ensuring the poor get crap health care and Trump is trying to turn our national lands into oil fields.

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John Waters has a book he’d like Trump to read

This By the Book interview with John Waters in Sunday’s New York Times was all kinds of awesome, from his citing Ignatius J. Reilly as his favorite fictional hero to his cranky anticipation of the English translation of the next installment in Karl Ove Knausgaard’s “My Struggle.” But his book recommendation for President Trump was vintage Waters:

If you could require the president to read one book, what would it be?
“Surgery of the Anus, Rectum and Colon,” by J. C. Goligher.

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Sunshine wearing shades during laser treatment …

When we adopted Sunshine, we were told she was getting laser treatments to help with her aging hips and joints. I’d never heard of this, but after doing a bit of research decided to continue with it. The first treatment definitely made a difference. It put a little spring in her step. And she got to wear these cool SUNglasses.

Sunshine at the vet during laser treatments.

Sunshine at the vet during laser treatments.

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Getting back in step by going to the dogs

There are a lot of great reasons to own a dog. But one of the best is that it keeps me active. Want proof? This is from the pedometer on my iPhone. Notice how my step counts drop precipitously after Ozzy’s death in November. Then in April they start to climb again. Walking Sunshine three times a day might have something to do with that …

My step counts for the past year. Notice how it drops off precipitously after November. And the uptick in April? Sunshine arrives at our house.

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Did you ever get the feeling that someone’s giving you the bird?

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A tenuous truce …

Sydney and Sunshine occupy the same space. Without drama. We’re starting to think the cockatoo mostly just wants to be part of things. He walked over from his cage while we were sitting out on the porch and perched on the couch, right above Sunshine, and promptly nodded off. More drama a bit later. But I think these two are going to be able to live together.

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Moby-Dog; or, The Pyrenees

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Here comes Sunshine

Sunshine and me, sitting on the front porch

Wake of the flood, laughing water, forty-nine
Get out the pans, don’t just stand there dreaming
Get out the way, get out the way
Here comes sunshine
Here comes sunshine

— Hunter/Garcia, Here Comes Sunshine, 1973

Ozzy’s death hit me hard, and it was a while before I could even consider another dog. But living for the first time in 28 years without a canine companion was more than I could stand. The search began.

I knew I wanted a rescue. I was leaning toward a hiking companion. But other than that, I was open-minded as I perused the dogs at the Friends of Shelter Dogs site as well as the Athens County Dog Shelter’s Facebook page. From there, I drifted on to Petfinder, narrowing my search to a 10-mile radius around Athens.

That’s when Sunshine broke through the clouds.

Sunshine

Sunshine

She wasn’t what I had in mind, a senior great Pyrenees who had led a tough life and found an angel named Cindy at the National Pyr Rescue to foster her. I didn’t reach out, still reeling from Ozzy’s death and worried about the commitment of a new, geriatric dog.

But I kept returning to Petfinder like a Facebook creeper until a notice popped up saying her adoption was pending. I started to move on, still creeping but comforted by the fact that she’d found a home. Then I saw the ad again, and the “pending” notification had disappeared. I sent an adoption application to the rescue organization.

The rest, as they say, is history. We now have an amazing, massive presence in our home. Like Xena, my late, great Newfie, Sunshine is very conscious of her size. She knows how to use it to her advantage, and she’s graceful for a big creature, sorta like an offensive lineman. A beast comfortable in her own skin. I had forgotten how hard a large dog, even an old one with hip pain, can pull when she decides to set course for something fascinating. We’ve been working on that, and hooking her leash to the chest ring on her harness instead of the back made it much easier to steer her. And she’s so eager to please that it’s pretty easy to use praise to get her moving in the right direction.

Lara, Sunshine and me during one of Sunshine's visits to our house before the adoption. It was love at first sight.

Lara, Sunshine and me during one of Sunshine’s visits to our house before the adoption. It was love at first sight.

She’s anxious, but not obsessively so. Traffic and sirens still cause concern for this dog who lived most of her life tethered on a short chain out in the wilds of Southeast Ohio. Her progress since she was rescued has been nothing short of amazing, thanks in large part to the work her foster did with her before we adopted her. That work continues, and we’re making great strides.

Sydney tries to let Sunshine know he's bigger and badder than he looks.

Sydney tries to let Sunshine know he’s bigger and badder than he looks.

The major challenge now is getting Sydney, our deranged umbrella cockatoo, to come to grips with the fact that he has another canine to contend with. The jealousy is palpable. At least from the cockatoo. The mighty Pyr largely ignores him, preferring to focus on the morsels strewn around his cage. This gets really ugly if Lara forgets and pets Sunshine before Sydney or pays too much attention to the dog. While Sydney will tolerate me whoring around with a canine, Lara must remain faithful to our avian overlord to ensure peace in the kingdom. There have been hissy fits and temper tantrums, but things are settling down.

Sydney is slowly adjusting to the new dog in the house.

Sydney is slowly adjusting to the new dog in the house.

It’s wonderful having a giant breed dog lumbering around the house again, and Sunshine’s estimated age of 7-10 might be closer to 7 based on her behavior thus far. She’s in good shape, with the hip problems I’d expect to see in a geriatric giant breed dog. Fortunately, I have a lot of experience here after raising Xena from a pup.

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On the night Sunshine came to live with us, I flicked on an overhead light near Sydney to beat back the gloom of a spring rainstorm and ran downstairs to see how our new gutters were performing. All good. Then I returned to the front porch to read The New York Times and write about Sunshine.

Suddenly, the clouds parted in an almost biblical way and the sun burst out. A chorus of birds managed to be in perfect harmony as they sang their odes to spring. And that Grateful Dead song from Wake of the Flood bubbled up in my head … Here comes Sunshine … Here comes Sunshine …

Athens weather radar when Sunshine arrived ...

Athens weather radar when Sunshine arrived …

Suddenly, the skies clear. Here comes Sunshine!

Suddenly, the skies clear. Here comes Sunshine!

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Maybe an exorcism is in order

“Like the ghosts we know from stories, they are tied to their former existences, trapped by an idea of themselves, and can’t leave until they are ready; perhaps you recognize their dilemma from your own life, when you have been stuck between one obsolete version of yourself and the new version waiting just ahead. Maybe all you need is the right push.”

— Colson Whitehead in a review of George Saunders’ novel “Lincoln in the Bardo”

 

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‘Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere’

Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly affects all indirectly. Never again can we afford to live with the narrow, provincial “outside agitator” idea. Anyone who lives inside the United States can never be considered an outsider …

–Dr. Martin Luther King, Letter From Birmingham Jail (1963)

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