Phoofie turns eight years old

Phoofie from our studio’s legal department turns eight years old today. Born in Vermont and adopted by us from the local humane society, he is 75% Maine Coon Cat and 25% Other, and since he reminds us that EEOC prohibits us from asking him what the “other” is, neither has he volunteered. Cats prefer maintaining an air of mystery.

Phoofie birthday

Nemo contstellation

Here’s another “worship my dog” kind of post, because I do totally adore him so. (This is reprinted from my other blog at: http://caffeinatedmusic.wordpress.com/2012/12/10/astronomy-nemo-constellation/)

Gearing up for the final exam this week, but fully expecting of myself to do well. Using the Stellarium software, I took a screen shot for my last homework assignment, then decided to get creative. One of the tasks this week was to research certain constellations as to their mythological backgrounds, and Draco was among them. Draco was not one whose story I was familiar with, but it’s a dragon. In fact it’s Hera’s dragon, her faithful pet dragon who guarded her super special golden apples by sleeping wrapped around the trunk so no one could steal the apples. He was her guard-dragon, her Nemo.

Well, lo and behold, Hercules is on a prove-he’s-a-tough-guy jaunt ticking off a list of twelve things somebody dared him to do, and stealing Hera’s apples is on the list. How does he do it, you ask? He just shoots and kills the dragon over the fence, and then sends in some gullible schmuck to climb the tree and get the goods. There’s a tough guy for you. Like a deliberate drive-by shooting of somebody’s beloved pet that was minding its own business in its own yard and then a looter comes into the yard and steals the homeowner’s treasure. Jerk. What a scummy thing to do. Why Hera didn’t go after him and bash his head in for killing her pet dragon, I don’t know. Those Greek myths always ticked me off. Anybody who knows me knows how I feel about people who abuse animals, so the story of the dragon really upset me. As you can probably tell. To top it all off, the Hercules constellation is positioned right next to the dragon, with the story being that he’s supposedly crushing the dragon.

Anyway, poor Hera was so upset about her murdered dragon that she immortalized him by placing him in the heavens where he encircles the northern pole, protecting it as he did the apple tree. From whom, I’m not sure, but it was sweet of her to think of how to best honour her faithful pet. I had never picked the constellation out of the sky before, but now it’s my favourite one, just on principle. Who knew Hera was an animal lover?

I decided that if I could place a constellation in the sky, it would look like this one:

Nemo constellation

Nemo would be chasing Hercules throughout eternity trying to bite him in the rump for trying to hurt the dragon.

Dog Nose Art

This cracks me up every time I see it! I had taken a required art appreciation course a few years ago while working on my long-overdue degree, and I remember comparing a piece of art to Nemo’s paw and nose prints on the back door here:

http://caffeinatedmusic.wordpress.com/2011/03/14/nose-prints-revisited/

dirty windows

#cutestdogever

Cutest. Dog. Ever.

When we stopped at the gallery today, Himself got bored and began wiggling around on the rug. The stretched out photo is my favourite. Only one of his gyration shots came out in focus, which is normal for him. ❤ my dog!

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Shrine of the Black Dog

Normally, I save all of my musing posts for my other blog, but I think this is something pet lovers will relate to. While in the thrift store the other day looking for a wooden chair to paint and donate for a “chair”-ity auction upcoming, I was thumbing through picture frames to find any that I could use. I came across a frame with its three pictures of a Black Lab and his human. At home, I took off the back to see if there was any writing on the backs of the pictures as to when they were taken or what the dog’s name is but found nothing.

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What strikes me about the framed dog is not that it’s a Black Lab or that it appears to be a hunting dog as well as the dog in his younger days as well as old. What struck me is that someone must have passed away nearby here, the family came in and cleaned out his stuff, and then donated all the stuff they didn’t want to keep to the thrift store, which is something typically done and not strange in and of itself.

What bothers me is that the dog was obviously important to the hunter to have his favourite dog hung so nicely on his wall. The framing might have been a gift given that way to him. But the family didn’t bother taking out the pictures to keep in a photo album of the deceased with his beloved dog and donating just an empty frame; instead, they just packed up someone else’s fond memories, personal photos and all, and left them at the good-will. Why? Because it’s just Grandpa’s old dog that probably died ten or twenty years ago? Or at least as long ago as when they still developed film on Kodak paper?

Ancestry.com lets you track your family tree of humans so we can remember people we never met but who were part of our family. Why don’t they have a pet version so we can gaze back over our lives and remember all of the wonderful animals that we have loved and who have loved us unconditionally in return? Will someone please invent that for me? I would include all of the pets I have lived with in my life, and believe me, it’s quite a few.

In the meantime, the picture of The Beloved Dog will sit next to my Big Black Dog Studio sign as a shrine to beloved pets everywhere that enrich our lives for a time, but who pass on and often get forgotten as time rolls on. That seems to me to just be not right. Our pets help make us who we are just as much (and sometimes more) than the people in our lives. I personally think that we learn much more about ourselves reflected through our pets than we even know.

All of my pets have always been rescues, so I adopted poor, cast-off Beloved in spirit, and he can watch over Nemo like an adopted ancestor, one beloved Big Black Dog to another. I don’t need to know the specifics of Lovey’s life; all that’s important for me to know is that he once meant a lot to someone, so therefore, he now means a lot to me.

Australian Cattle Dog

Puppies hate to be left alone … so Phoofie thought he’d keep this little howler company.

I saw the funniest looking little puppy recently whose owner says he has a bad case of separation anxiety. This little cry baby is modeled from that wildly coloured little pup, an Australian Cattle Dog. He sits 13″ high and is short-coated with blue merle colouring.

He is available through Stirling Art Studios, Broadway, Dunedin, Florida.

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