In short, she is spectacular.
One reviewer said this of the book:
Here is the story of a jet pilot, a leader of men. A woman. And her life path with joy, pain, and pathos befitting any romance.
Except this is not about the love of a man. It’s about the love of a dog.
But not just any dog.
Barkley. Black Lab extraordinaire.
I think it was George Carlin who said owning a dog was automatically a sad proposition. Because with dogs not living 70 years like we humans, the outcome is pretty much a forgone conclusion.
But author L.B. Johnson takes us on her journey, his journey, their journey with both solemn and joyful remembrance:
“I will remember him, standing there in the light. the reconciled luminous-less of angels in stained glass, their form, a four legged one, lacking wings, but not their saving Grace. The light upon him was so bright, that when I looked at it, the body of the dog and face had clarity, almost brilliance, but without form or dimension, no longer animal, no longer flesh and heart and bone, but simply the brilliant inherent capacity to love as fully and as freely as possible.
That is the way I wish to remember him. His Light.”
If you’ve ever loved a pet, read this book. If you’ve never loved a pet, read this book. If you are not even a pet person, read this book.
And understand unconditional love can, and does, go in both directions.
Go and get The Book of Barkley. I gain nothing from hawking the book – FTC, get your own book and dog!
“a world where law-abiding American citizens are huddled together in camps. NOT for the acquisition of merit badges.” – Guffaw (with apologies to the late, great Rod Serling)
There’s a lot of information available on the Internet – free for the reading. Much of it is unadulterated crapola! Of course, some of it holds a kernel of truth. And some, parroting Goebbels, is an oft repeated lie, until the great unwashed believe it to BE true.
For example, I keep seeing stuff about this…
My question to you, dear reader (as I doff my tin-foil chapeau once again), is how much of this is crapola, and how much is true?
We keep hearing about
anthropogenic global warming climate change climate disruption (or whatever they are calling it this week) even though much of the ‘evidence’ has been tainted by obvious fraud and bribery of the ‘scientists’ involved, along with a specific political agenda tied to a pre-arranged outcome.
But they keep beating the drum so that the lie becomes truth.
Does this also apply to these FEMA camp stories? Is it misdirection lest we look at some other heinous act(s)?
(If I’m getting locked up, I want to take my woolies – and my tin foil hat!)
h/t Paul Lemmen
My friend North advises us that his good friend – and a friend to us all – MAURA – passed away this morning.
I only knew her from the Internet, but was introduced to her via North. She authored a blog for a while about clean, healthy eating. We exchanged emails for a short time, as my niece was doing a vegan blog then. I missed her when she stopped blogging, but was unaware of her having health issues. This now makes sense.
RIP Maura. You touched more people than you know!
(re: ‘offensive’ sports team names…)
Just call them the Redskin Potatoes. That way nobody gets hurt.
And no one gets to amputate the dictionary.
Light pink/tan people remain white.
By now you’ve likely seen the suggestion to drop Washington
from the name, because it’s too embarrassing too.
Hypocrisy though is no longer racist, according to The National Council for La Raza, speaking for the United Negro College Fund, according to the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, at a meeting of the Black Congressional Caucus. It remains improper to call mulattos mulatto.
This is cultural Marxism, an effort to control thought and language, by applying opprobrium, cultural taboos and using social constructs designed to pit classes against each other in a power struggle. It leads up to use of force justified by new law, to exercise political control over a population. It’s a very effective political technique and tearing at the fabric of America.
(from Page Nine #136 – Alan Korwin – the Uninvited Onbudsman)
On a similar bent, have you seen the TV commercials for a Blacks Only on-line dating site? Can you imagine the furor if there was a Whites Only dating site? THAT (of course) would be racist!
I like FNC…
NO, NOT the Fox News Channel – although I DO like it, too, on occasion.
I’m speaking of the blog Free North Carolina!
They sometimes have blog fare I view as incendiary, but, more often than not, they make me think differently on a specific issue – even if I continue to disagree with them on that very issue!
One of this Constitutional Republic’s tenets I wholeheartedly endorse is speedy justice. I know, with the judicial bureaucracy, it doesn’t always seem so, however.
FNC did post a short video of one such event:
Pickpocket, purse snatching, shoplifter?
After the chautauqua that was getting my ‘good’ computer back on line and working properly, I switched from IceDragon back to Firefox. An updated version.
And all was right with the World.
Except, of course, my inability to leave comments STILL on certain BLOGGER Blogs. Not all, just some. Sigh.
At Murphy’s Law’s suggestion, I kept plodding at the problem. I reinstalled Opera, and was able to comment on more blogs, and pretty pleased with myself. I was even able to leave a comment on Lagniappe’s Lair (Murphy’s Law)!
But then, I was unable to post comments on Bell’s A Ringing (again) and now Lagniappe’s Lair (yet again)!! AARRGGH!
So, I’m off to try Google Chrome, again later this week.
Insanity is doing the same thing repeatedly, expecting different results – Benjamin Franklin
But rather, My Breakfast with Murphy’s Law!
This new-fangled Internet thing is a fantastic place! Not only do we get to have stuff delivered by The Brown Truck of Happiness ™ after a few clicks of a mouse (funds or credit permitting), get to communicate via Email, text, and Skype, but sometimes we get to develop friendships unheard of only a few years ago.
I am speaking, of course, of meeting persons we otherwise previously might have no knowledge of. Like fellow gun bloggers!
Sure, we can speak on our cellular telephones with such folks, and that too is very cool. But sometimes they have the means to visit our communities old-school.
And we get to break bread together.
Murphy’s Law and I have exchanged numerous emails over the years, and commented on each other’s blogs. I was fortunate yesterday to have him pass through my little berg and take me to breakfast!
@ 0700 (Yikes!) He originally wanted 0600!
To be fair, he was on his way South, and wanted to cross the bulk of the desert before the heat of the day. As it was 108* here, yesterday, I completely agreed.
We met at a local, independent diner not far from where I live. We compared notes about our lives, disabilities, guns and such, and had a great time.
I only hope (as I don’t have the financial means to travel) that he’s able to stop by again some time. Perhaps in the more temperate months? (hint, hint).
As we say here in the Southwest (if we’re sick-and twisted. as I am): Vaya con queso*, my friend!
*go with cheese
90 Miles From Tyranny posted a compendium of the legal mumbo-jumbo, specifically aimed at bloggers. So I HAD to
steal copy and post it!
Seriously, it’s good information regarding legal precedents in the blogosphere. I advise all my brethren and sistern to drink from his pool of knowledge:
Every day my morning ritual includes signing onto the Internet, checking my email, the news (such as I can stomach) and doing my blog (such as it is).
Then, usually after I read the daily almanac, I start perusing my blogfriends (TM), many of whom are listed as ‘The Usual Suspects’ on the blog.
But, more and more I’m distressed. In the 3 1/2 or so years I’ve been reading blogs, many have dropped off the radar. Some due to unfortunate circumstances (death, illness, law-enforcement-interaction), others just because they lost the interest or material to continue blogging. To wit:
Whose Paranoid, Eternity Road, TJIC, Hedgeroot, Misanthropic, Tall Tree-Short Rope, Tango Juliet, North, A Girl And Her Gun, To which I replied, Tranquility Lost…
And one or two more who went ‘dark’ or are now password protected.
(I’m certain I’ve missed a couple of others. Apologies.)
The most recent is Kevin Baker’s The Smallest Minority. Due to family illness and business concerns, he’s not stopping blogging entirely, but is cutting back.
And I’m sad. He and the others are missed.
PS – Does anyone know CoolChange’s (Tranquility Lost) status? Last I knew he was quite ill and hasn’t responded to my email.
I’ve been whining of late, in this venue, regarding my lack of funds, a decent transportation vehicle, lack of guns, health ISSUES, in other words, me, me, ME!
How shallow and self-centered of me. Seriously.
I’ve had two brothers. One, a step-brother, lives a short distance away, was pre-eminent in his field (is now retired), and is a truly fine human being. But, we have no real relationship.
Why, you ask?
Because he is 12 years older than I and we have absolutely nothing in common, except we lived in the same house for a year or so, after my Dad remarried. He, in college, me, in the third grade.
You see the problem?
The other brother remains unnamed. Why? Well, I only found out about him a couple of years ago. You see, I am a twin, and my brother didn’t survive. And my parents never told me about him.
Fast-forward to this past weekend. I’m fumbling around here, trying to get computers to work and get on-line long enough to post on this blog, with limited success.
And I didn’t get to read many other blogs, as I usually do, daily.
I missed word from Brigid that her brother ‘Big Bro’ had passed away, after his long battle with cancer. He was a U.S. Navy veteran, a motorcyclist, and a fine man. How do I know this? He’s her brother, how could he not be?
Please say a prayer for her and her family, if that’s what you do.
And take time to remember brothers everywhere – named and unnamed.