Thursday, May 17, 2007

Dear Girl

I love you. You are such a good dog!

This is more of an online journal I keep about my dog.

You have such soft fur. I love your silky velvet ears. I love your smile and your happy bark. I love the wet little puppy paw prints you leave behind you when we cross a bridge on the trail or when we come back to the garage after you go chasing frogs in the pond. I love how you get so overcome with joy that your tail wags in circles instead of back and forth.

Thank you for the happiness you bring me every day!












Here we are (below) on our way to somewhere. She is by my side in a flash as soon as I grab the leash, always happy to be included in my travels wherever they may take us. Look at those pearly whites!

My Dog The Happy


This is my dog. She is my best companion in the great outdoors. Here she is contemplating our next adventure. One thing is for sure, there is no mountain too high, no river too wide, and no frog too elusive to strike her fancy and most of the time I am just trying to keep up.

I love it when people stop us on the trails to tell me how good she is or how beautiful she is. She is a good girl.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cYaczoJMRhs

Love this clip for so many reasons. Great people you'll recognize from cinema and film speaking out eloquently on some issues confronting every culture in every corner of the world. It's not preachy, just interesting and informative.

What hits home with me about the Equality Now project and organization is that I just talked to a friend who spent 2 years in Senegal, Africa helping out in the Peace Corps to assist a village with their education and health challenges. Lo and behold, the contact within the village to which she was assigned was a man who had some pretty confining ideas of a woman's role (yes, read: my very bright, college-educated friend devoting two years of her life to apply her talents in helping this man's community). So he had her holding a book for him - so he could read in comfort I presume - until she spoke up (quickly, once she picked up enough Pulaar (the native language there; French derivative due to the original colonization of the area by France)...
favorite bloggers and the things they say:

this is from Lycos @ http://lawyersgarden.blogspot.com/search/label/Bicycles , describing the occasionally meal-skipping demands of her busy law school schedule compounded by her devotion to riding her bike nearly everywhere:

"Once I got home, I was absolutely starved. I had eaten randomly all day and needed a solid meal. I didn't go to the gym, but the short ride definitely hammered in the appetite."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vd8cx-LiVFI

Precious Things

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-abO8HXsss&mode=related&search=

But something more precious than gold and gems came to Deronda from the
neighborhood of Diplow on the morning of his marriage. It was a letter
containing these words:--

Do not think of me sorrowfully on your wedding-day. I have remembered
your words--that I may live to be one of the best of women, who
make others glad that they were born. I do not yet see how that can
be, but you know better than I. If it ever comes true, it will be
because you helped me. I only thought of myself, and I made you
grieve. It hurts me now to think of your grief. You must not grieve
any more for me. It is better--it shall be better with me because I
have known you.

GWENDOLEN GRANDCOURT.