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Pupper’s Morning Adventure

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It’s hard to live in an apartment with a dog. A feisty, silly, still-a-puppy dog named Ajax. Nicknamed Pupper, Ajax Pupperopolis, Ajax Pupperknuckles, Sug (like Sugar), Buddy.

He needs to go to the bathroom. People don’t want him to go to the bathroom. He is a nice dog but he has his needs. I feel bad sometimes and try to get him to go on yucky grass that people don’t care about. Some people do care about yucky grass, and that’s hard to predict, so it’s nice when they leave a sign. Pupper can’t read luckily, or he might feel bad. Poor peeing Pupper.

Home: a meditation

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For my photography 101 Class I’ve been asked about home.

For me, home is remembering to be centered in myself and breathe.  I’m always home if I remember to be here, inside, aware of my breathing, just being.  Experiencing my senses and being aware.

Walking the dog is a little like meditation.  Except you stop and pick up poop in a little bag. Here are a couple of  photo collages from yesterday morning’s dog walk.
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It was a beautiful, crisp fall day, and I wanted to record the feeling of awareness and really looking at my surroundings–my everyday surroundings on my street, and around my block.

Too bad for little Pupper though, since he didn’t get to decide when to walk and when to stop, which he likes.  He thinks he’s in charge.  But really, he’s not in charge; I’m not in charge.  We just are there together, walking.  Me looking, and him sniffing.

Crisp fall air. Breathe.  See. Smell.  This is home.  This is my street, my block, my neighborhood.

 

Pied Beauty

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Well, we have a new member of the family–a member without a name.  Don’t suggest one though because we have many.  Spartacus, Ziggy, Boxtree, Carlos, Giovanni, Pedro, Huck, Jack, Fart (some of the name suggestions are pretty out there).  He’s a shelter dog, probably Australian Cattle Dog, Rat Terrier and ????.  He’s 17 lbs and very sweet.  The shelter called him Moose, but it doesn’t seem to fit him (being that he’s small and pretty skinny) and he doesn’t answer to it.  He is magnificently silly and fun.

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I’m thinking maybe Speck because of his wonderful dappled-ness!  Or maybe Huck for Huck Finn.  Crazy wild child:-)  Maybe Pied for Pied Beauty:

Pied Beauty

BY GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS

Glory be to God for dappled things –

   For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
      For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
   Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough;
      And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
   Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
      With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
                                Praise him.
 Source: Gerard Manley Hopkins: Poems and Prose (Penguin Classics, 1985) from poetryfoundation.com

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