Monday, September 8, 2008

Sandals Are the Enemy...

At least, according to Jasper. He has it in his head now, apparently, that my sandals are the enemies of civilization and must be destroyed. Every time I turn around I catch him growling "ferociously" at them and trying valiantly to rip them to shreds (with his tiny teeth, he can't do much damage...yet). I've been trying to convince this crazy dog that I really don't need him to defend us both against a possible sandal-onslaught, but to no avail. He's convinced that they are evil.

Jasper's other favorite toy at present is the bright orange face massager that I got for free when I bought some face scrub at The Face Shop here in Gyeongju. He looks pretty funny carrying that long orange thing around! Right now he's deep in battle against the face massager, and it's hard to say who is winning.

Honestly, I hate to recall what it was like around here before I got Jasper. That adorable little gender-confused (see an earlier post) puppy adds a lot to my life!

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"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"

~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"