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Good morning!
Today’s quote is from an American author and all-around wag: “It’s spring fever … and when you’ve got it, you want — oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!”
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Seems quite odd that statement rings true every year @ this time. I suppose it was more vivid in our minds when still in school at some level. Now that I’m ?? years old (LOL), I yearn for spring on the last day of autumn!
So, out of my imagination, here are my possible guesses as to to whom this could be ascribed:
Walt Whitman
Samuel Clemens
Jonathan Edwards
Tim Russert
Sean Hannity
Lynn Vincent
Good Morning Shipmate. I believe the answer to the quote of the Day is Samuel Clemens or Mark Twain. So Justus331, I believe you are correct.
BTW Lynn, my bride and I have been invited to a Messianic Jewish fellowship to celebrate passover with them. My wife and I are very excited.
Spring fever? Definitely have it. Everything looks SO beautiful outside. The fruit trees on the hill…those peas popping out of the garden (thanks, Chas, for telling me to leave them alone)…the kids playing in the woods every free minute they get. aah….The only problem is it has been raining for several days straight, and I am getting ready to go teach my 40 four-year olds music. Now, my own kids play in the mud and have been enjoying the rain. But I’m not sure how many of THESE kids have been out. We’ll soon see by how wired-up they are! Blessings!
It’s an appropriately rainy day here. Today is a sad day at our house. We heve to put our beloved 14 year old dog down today. She has had chronic kidney failure for the past 2 years. It’s time.
Lynn, Lynn, Lynn…
Did you really post this sentence the other day. Say it isn’t so.
“That term would refer to my husband and I.”
Klasko, I’m so sorry. My husband and son are still not over losing our 11 year old border collie last fall.
Anyone hear today’s Focus on the Family broadcast? (You may remember that I can’t stand JD, however, am a captive audience because our clock radio is set to our Christian station and FotF is what’s on as we’re waking up). Today’s is an interview with Ben Stein.
I’d be curious to hear your thoughts. You can listen to it online, if you so choose.
The following was sent to me, and I was sure that pet owners needed these commandments, too. Here, the dog does the talking. Author unknown:
Ten Commandments for Pet Owners
1. My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from you would be very painful.
2. Give me time to understand what you want from me. Do not break my spirit with your temper, though I will always forgive you. Your patience and understanding will teach me more quickly, those things you want me to learn.
3. Have me spayed or neutered.
4. Treat me kindly, my beloved friend, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for your kindness than mine. Don’t be angry with me for long, and don’t lock me up as punishment. After all, you have your job, your friends, your entertainment.
I have only you.
5. Speak to me often. Even if I don’t understand all your words, I understand your voice when it’s speaking to me. Your voice is the sweetest sound I ever hear, as you must know by my enthusiastic excitement when your footsteps fall upon my waiting ear.
6. Please take me inside when it’s cold and wet, I’m a domestic animal and no longer accustomed to the bitter elements. I ask for little more than your gentle hands petting me. Keep my bowl filled with clean water. I cannot tell you when I’m thirsty. Feed me good food so that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to be by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to share with you my life, for that is what I live for. However you treat me, I’ll never forget it.
7. Don’t hit me. Remember, I have teeth that could easily crush the bones in your hand. But I choose not to bite you.
8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I’ve been out in the sun too long, or my heart may be getting old and weak.
9. Take care of me when I get old. You will grow old, too.
10. When I am very old, when I no longer enjoy good health, please do not make heroic efforts to keep me going. I am not having fun. Just see to it that my trusting life is taken gently and be with me on that difficult journey when it is time to say goodbye. Never say “I can’t bear to watch!” Everything is easier for me when you are there. I will leave this earth knowing with my last breath that my fate was always safest in your hands. I love you.
I especially take comfort in the last line…
Chas, Cameron and i are in Flat Rock today and tomorrow (Monday and Tuesday). We should try to get together at Black Bear Coffee or somewhere like that!
Thanks Kim, now I miss the stupid dog, too.
Klasko, you have my sympathy. I love my little mutt beyond all reason and can’t bear to think of the inevitable day when I won’t have her anymore. Fortunately she’s still relatively young and healthy, so that day is years away, but it still feels much too close.
Karen O- I left a response to your question about The Purpose Driven Life on the “Books: the Christian books you don’t like, compiled” thread from Saturday (#24).
Kim - Thanks for posting the 10 Commandments for pet owners. It’s a comfort.
I was once told something along the lines of when you can eat the same thing day after day, year after year, follow the same routine, etc…then and only then will you ever be half a good as your dog.
I also had a professor in college that said any woman would be lucky to find a man who loved her half as much as he loved his dog.
The little monsters just worm their way into our hearts. Callie(the Calico Cat) has had me up since 4 am meowing. I knew what she wanted but it was a test of wills. I refuse to get up and feed her before 6:30. Of course I could have gotten more sleep if I had.
Wow, Lynn, I just saw your response to my entry on Saturday. And while I’m glad I was the first to guess who the quote was from, I’m a little surprised at the promotion you gave me.
Sorry, Lynn, but I’m far from a saint! My moniker is SL Franklin, not St. Franklin
Klasko,
Sad day, indeed. I will be praying for you and family today, that the Lord will be showing you somehing of Himself through this.
Klasko:
But, I do believe that dogs will be in heaven. And not just dog heaven. In my mind it wouldn’t be heaven unless there were a few mutts running around creating levity and some havock.
The 10 commandments reminded me of just how much I miss our last dog. I emphasized “last” because we’ve made up our minds that every family has one really good dog in their lifetime and it would be wrong to have another dog that will be constantly compared to Mr. Perfect.
Finnegan (pictured) would also agree with the Pet Ten — tho’ for him, the end of winter is something of a disappointment. No more will there be snow banks to roll around on.
Finnegan could come up here and roll in plenty of snow banks. My husband just measured 21″ on the back deck and it continues to fall. We had drifts left from the winter, but otherwise most of our snow had melted. The deck was snowless on Saturday. The blessing is that we should not have to worry about any fire danger this spring, which we had last year.
Klasko, I am sorry too. That is hard. Thanks also, Kim, for the 10 commandments.
We have a 13 year old collie (the senior dog) that is fading fast, and I dread the day he cannot get up any more; it is not far.
He literally wore his legs out chasing airplanes of all things (we lived once near a small rural airport, so he had enough airplanes overhead to keep him busy). If I believed in reincarnation (I don’t) I think that he would have been an anti-aircraft gunner in some previous life. Anyway, he was a failure in the sense that he never brought down a single airplane – but then in another sense he was highly successful - not one single airplane ever dared to land in his yard. (Except once a hot-air balloon came down in one of our pastures just adjacent to his yard; it so astonished and mortified him that he sulked for an entire week.)
But now the most he can do is just totter from his pillow on uncooperative frail legs and sit in the yard and watch the other dogs.
He sends out volleys of ever weakening barks, as if to hurl defiance at all the bad things in the world, and to assert that he is STILL relevant to the universe. And he IS relevant, the good Lord knows.
I have been told by well-meaning theologically sound types that animals are irrelevant to God’s plan. I, for one, don’t believe them for a minute.
Mumsee, thanks for responding to my inquiry from Friday’s WV, and for always so graciously and generously sharing with us younger folks like me and Cheryl D the wisdom that comes with your greater maturity. I don’t know where we’d be without you.
I love the 10 Commandments, but they appear to be skewed to dog owners. How about this for the kitties:
1. If I want to lay across your shoulders while you eat your breakfast, please be considerate and lean forward so I don’t slide off.
2. If I drop a toy mouse on your face at midnight, it means I want to play. Please wake up and comply.
3. Please remember that a slice of that ham you’re putting on your sandwich has my name on it.
4. Please open the tuna can cleanly so I don’t cut my nose on it when I’m cleaning it out for you.
5. Please move your feet so I can have a spot on that warm electric blanket.
6. Please don’t run the vacuum when I’m trying to nap.
7. Watch out for me on the steps. I don’t want you to get hurt because I can’t run the can opener by myself.
8. Please clean up the glass from the cup I just knocked on the floor so I don’t get cut when I jump down on it.
9. Please don’t disturb me when I’m laying on your keyboard; you can finish your work later.
10. I don’t mind if you go to work for a while but please remember that when you come home, I need all of your attention. If I’m in the mood.
Mommy, I’d accept all of those except #7. It’s the only one that doesn’t include “please”.
Cats are proper, and would always (ALWAYS) say “please”.
I could swear my cat says “Now!” sometimes when she wants to be fed her Fancy Feast.
Kim - My cat, Peanut, “trained” me to get up & feed her in the middle of the night. I have to go to the bathroom anyway, so it’s not too bad.
What I do so I don’t wake myself up more than I want to is have the food already in a bowl in the fridge, so I just have to take it out, remove the foil cover I made for it, & put it down for her.
To those who think this is silly, keep in mind that there is no force on earth, other than God or maybe a very strong-willed toddler, more persistently persistent. I get more sleep by giving her the food than by trying to ignore her.
A cat who wants your attention will not be ignored! Right, Kim?
Lynn,
Did I miss your comments about jury duty? Did you finish in one day or are you on a jury - or a jury pool?
How did it go?
Good ones, Mommy. Remember, we do not own the cats, they own us.
Klasko - I’m so very sorry for your loss. I still miss the dogs I had while growing up.
Peter L - Thanks. I’ll get back to that thread in a bit.
Metanoia - We had the perfect dog when I was younger, a part-collie, part-German Shepherd with a wonderfully sweet & patient disposition. He was only 8 yrs. old when he died after a string of illness & surgeries.
My dad got us a puppy not long afterwards. My mom resented the little fella at first, but he soon became her little darling. His disposition tended towards the nervous side, but he was a good little dog. He kept our family company for 17 years!
Drill - I know what you mean. DR wrote that the suffering of animals has “no moral value” because humans are more important to God. Yes, we are, but that doesn’t negate the value of animals. Seeing a beloved pet suffer can tear one’s heart out. And I believe God cares about them, too, like the sparrows He wrote about.
Kim,
Who was your professor in college? I hope the prof was a psychologist. I need some help. My wife says I love our Doxie, twice as much as her. I told her that sounded about right and she has never forgiven me.
It would be nice to show her I am normal - at least when it comes to dogs.
Oddly my wife and dog have exactly, ans I mean exactly, the same hair color. Deep red with blond highlights. The blond highlights are natural for…eeerrrr…..the dog but both are red headed. I told my wife that is why I must like the dog so much but that didn’t work.
Karen O - Your cat will eat COLD food?!?!? I’m surprised that you don’t need to nuke it for her!
Klasko, I too am sorry. I’ve dreaded that day since before I brought my dog home as a pup.
Drill, may your senior fellow continue to enjoy life for a while longer. My collie is only three, but I hate it already that she probably won’t live past 13 (or less). Chihuahuas and some terriers are the only dogs that live long enough. And I don’t like little dogs much, so I have to compromise with too short a life span for that much more dog.
KevinB,
You are most welcome, always happy to share my accumulation of vitally important wisdom bytes. I don’t know either…
TJ I just got in from Myrtle Beach a couple of hours ago. So, I just saw your msg. Call me at
692-1855
Chas.
Re: Some previous comments over the weekend.
Concerts I would like to have seen:
I went to the Oprey at the Rhyman a couple of years ago. I really wanted to be at the Rhyman Auditorium any time when the likes of Hank Williams, Eddy Arnold, Minnie Pearl, Rod Bradsfiesd, Hank Snow, Roy Acuff and Judge Roy Hayes and lots of others (Patsy Cline,) were there. I saw Patsy Montana, Johnny Cash, Elton Britt, Cowboy Copus, Chet Atkins, and other in other venues, but the Rhyman is different.
TJ and Mumsee both reminded Lynn that it’s “My husband and me”. I have heard that mistake made by people with PhD’s. The rule, if you could say, “I meant it for I”, then “I meant it for my husband and I.” But if you would say, “I meant it for me.” then, it’s “I meant it for my husband and me.”
Oooooo…
Not that I drink Vodka or anything, but this Absolut Vodka ad gets under my skin with it’s support for Mexico taking back it’s “stolen” territory:
http://tinyurl.com/5dog8u
They’ve since withdrawn it:
http://tinyurl.com/49lab9
Far be it from me to correct somebody’s grammar or spelling on here, but to defend myself, you sure you don’t have me in place of mommy or some such thing, Chas? Enjoy your vacation.
How does that saying go? Dogs have owners, cats have staff.
Mumsee,
Did you see my final comment on Friday’s Whirled Views? I was left a little confused on my role in life as a wet-behind-the-ears Christian woman.
Mumsee: Vacation’s over, I’m back. My wife is now there with her sisters.
I may have been confused. I got back today and scanned the weekend’s messages.
Cheryl D (37),,
See my comment, 31, to fledgling KevinB, 21.
Klasko - I feel so sad for you. I lost my sweet Lhasa Apso last October and still miss him terribly. I believe pets are truly important in God’s plan, if only to remind us that we are not Him.
Joe B. wins! Mark Twain is correct. Please enjoy your 12-hr electric urn coffee…
~~0)
(and congrats on the Messianic fellowship invite…sounds like fun!)
Lots of queries to respond to on this thread today!
Mommy — yes, I goofed on the grammar (yikes!)
SL Franklin — I guess I did give you a promotion. I’m sure you deserve it.
BethD — they dismissed the entire jury pool (about 200 of us) because, in the entire courthouse, they had not a single case ready for trial!
Sadly Llama he was an English professor. It has been 5 years since Marlow the Dogfaced Wonderdog went to heaven. I would be ready to accept another but sadly cannot in my current living situation. My daughter desperately wants a dog but my ex-husband WHO OWNS A HOUSE WITH A DOG RUN will not open his heart to the love and acceptance of another dog. So when you say your prayers tonight you may pray the God will open George’s hard, cold heart to the love and acceptance of another dog so that Chloe can have her hearts desire. (and the cold hard heart part was said partly tongue in cheek, but he really would be so good with another dog, I am tempted to go rescue one from the pound and dump it in his dog run) Would that make me an evil ex-wife? even if it was what was best for him?
I wish someone was here to give my dog a bath. She rolled in something long dead; but not so long that whatever it was has ceased the smell of its demise. She has been bathed three times in five days and if sent out for more time than it takes her to do her business she goes and finds the offending carcass again. Her name is Surely; because she showed up on our step 12 years ago and we thought “surely somebody else wants her”. Nobody did so we still have her.
When we lived on the farm she lived outside and it didn’t matter if she smelled dead. But she doesn’t like the wind and cold where we live now so she spends most of her retirement inside. Now it does matter and it is not good for her to smell dead in the house. When she comes in smelling dead and we scold her, she repents, we forgive her, we bathe her until she doesn’t smell dead anymore and all is well until she falls into sin again. Then it starts over.
I left this post on the Friday poem about the dog asking for bread and getting the stone. Anyway Surely is a very young 13 (or so) and shows no sign of slowing down. She loves to chase magpies out of the yard if the wind isn’t blowing and we are also outside with her.
Thank you all for your condolences. Charlotte passsed peacefully with her family around her. The sun will come up today and we still have 2 more dogs to comfort us in our loss. (Sophie - my avatar,who is now 2 years old and weighs 95 lbs, and Kodiak who is a 4 year old, 50 lb Chow/Sheltie mix.)
God is good to us.
I’m almost bent over, laughing with much gusto at Lynn’s comment award. Lynn, didst thou not realize Mark Twain’s REAL name of Samuel Clemens?
It would actually be more my style to share the bounty of my inspired guess with the aforementioned Joe B.
Oh, remember that I take my tea with a spritz of lemon and a dash of Slenda.