Luna Runs With Her Big Brother, Baby

Luna and her big brother, Baby, love to run. I'm not quite sure it's play....it seems to us humans to be ... just running. This is a typical scenario while at Dean and Ann's farm with Baby.

Here He Comes


Here We Go


WOOT


Can't Catch This


Running


Full Out


About Face


Snack Time


Pals


I Love You


That's about it. They run. And I swear Luna has some greyhound in her. She can get in a full stretch and nothing can catch her. Baby has more weight to haul but he is incredibly fast too. They are fun to watch. We do have to keep them from getting too rough with each other which we do by yelling at them. Usually to come back or just a 'Hmmp' noise that Dean makes and Baby attends too. Both are really well behaved actually. And oh so fun to watch.

Luna and Baby are descendants of the original 'Baby Doll'. When I was about 10 years old, Dean and Anne lived in Las Vegas. My family met their family thru Dean becoming the vet for our dogs and horses. It's been an extended family for me since then. The original Baby Doll dog was one of the two smartest dogs and most well trained dogs I've ever known.

I'd hang out at Dean's office while he was working on tigers, bears, snakes, leopards and horses. These animals were either out of a show on the strip or people's personal pets. Baby Doll would sit on the couch in Dean's office and watch the animals pass within 10 feet of his nose. He was never worried or excited about it all. It was just part of his every day job at the office. I played on the couch with him all the time. He was so fun and loving.

And professionally trained to kill. I'm not kidding. Twice that I remember, Dean put him into attack mode. I thought if Dean would have let him go, he would have eaten me alive. Then Dean would give him the 'out' command and Baby would rush to me, kissing me all over, begging for forgiveness. It was an interesting lesson in what a dog can do, learn, and how they should be treated and act. Any dog can be trained to kill. Training it to stop on command is what makes a truly trained dog.

It's a lesson I have never forgotten. It applies to many things in life -- dogs, horses, and people. Sometimes, it's not what we're doing, it's were we're stopping in that process that is so important. We have all seen that 'not stopping' process in our friends and family that have addictions and/or issues -- to drugs, alcohol, gambling, clutter, porn, computers, food, etc.

In the new of the year, I know there are many things we all want to change. Either add or stop. Here's to wishing us all success in our endeavor of those goals. One baby step at a time. Have I mentioned my issues with 'the mail' yet?

You know those people you hear about that get buried alive under a pile of crap in their house? OK, I'm close to that. I have a PILE of mail in my kitchen. If someday, I don't blog for about a week without telling you, it means that pile of mail has fallen on me and I'm dead. So, please, come feed Luna would you? Before she eats me.

Lastly, worked on Clapotis II last night. WOOT!! Charlotte may get her Christmas present before Valentine's Day!!

Wandering Link: Accidental Hedonist's "Avocado Global Politics: A Short Play In One Act" -- you MUST go read this. Toooooooo funny and very sad concerning the politics of our food supply.

"The most important scientific revolutions all include, as their only common feature, the dethronement of human arrogance from one pedestal after another of previous convictions about our centrality in the cosmos." --Stephen Jay Gould