[narcissism, vanity, exhibitionism, ambition, vanity, vanity, vanity]

19.8.09

Soulful dog.


nike
Originally uploaded by quiet.eye.


Would like to eat your slippers.

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posted by Diane @ 5:38 PM  0 reports from other planets links to this post

6.5.09

Nike Learns An Important Lesson

It's raining, the apple tree has dropped its blossoms. and Nike's beloved outside toy, the Aged Bald Basketball, is covered with petals. As he noses the ball around the yard, now and then he snarfs up a petal, which makes him cough.

You gotta learn to take the bad with the good there, Nike, I say. It is fun to patronize him. We have shortcomings in common.

I don't say: You need to understand that your all-good object, the Aged Bald Basketball, has its flaws, too. I don't say: Someday you will understand how the bad petals on the good basketball fit into the larger scheme of things.

Well, now he's chewing up apple blossoms. This is how he has decided to solve the problem.

If he throws up, we still have work to do. If he doesn't ... Problem solved, I guess.

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posted by Diane @ 3:38 AM  0 reports from other planets links to this post

2.12.08

The Dog Has Preferences

Likes: Late Beethoven, sonatas and strings.
Dislikes: Animaniacs.

Yesterday he stole one of the pillows from the couch in Matt's office and installed it in his own bed. Hmm. Is this evidence of some kind of canine oedipal stage, or is Nike just watching too much HGTV?

Update: It's HGTV. Nike has just relocated a throw from the TV room to Matt's office couch (dogbed) where there was no blanket, and he has added one of his own blankets to the supply on the living room couch (dogbed). Obviously, he likes things just so, meaning his way. Welcome to the family, Nike!

Also, he ate a slipper. My fault: I taught him to fetch it, but neglected to distinguish it from his chewy toy.

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posted by Diane @ 9:01 PM  0 reports from other planets links to this post

1.12.08

Introducing Nike


Nike
Originally uploaded by quiet.eye.
He sits. He stays.

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posted by Diane @ 9:07 AM  0 reports from other planets links to this post

25.11.08

Hot diggity. Dog!

I have passed into a strange new phase of adulthood. I now own a dog.

A one-year-old black German shepherd, to be precise. His name is Nike, which was not my decision, but I am starting to like it. It is high time someone retrieved that name from the ashcan of commercialization and returned it to the world. My four-legged slice of midnight will be a dandy vehicle for this transformation. And, no doubt, for much else. He already knows how to sit, stay, fetch, etc. He only pulls a little on the leash. And, good heavens, when I speak to him, he listens.

Granted, he wears a pinch collar. So my communications may have a certain urgency. But actually, the collar hardly seems necessary. He is the first conscious being I have met who actually seems to enjoy my telling him what to do.

I could get used to this.

He looked at me earlier as if to say: Sit, stay fetch. How boring. Surely there is more to doggy life than this?

Nike, I said, you're my man.

Wag, wag, wag.

This here is the coffee pot, I said. And this here is the button that makes it go.

Wag, wag.

If he makes me coffee before our morning hike tomorrow, I don't know what I'll do.

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posted by Diane @ 5:56 PM  0 reports from other planets links to this post