Saturday, March 6, 2010

The World's Stupidest-Looking Dog

Sadly, thanks to me, my dog now wins that title. He rolled in something repulsive outside, so he had to have a bath tonight. As I was drying him, I noticed that he had some mats, even though I brush him regularly (I guess I should start using the comb on him instead of the brush). I had to cut a few of them out, which gave me a "bright" idea: Why wait for Mom to give him a haircut? Shouldn't a woman of twenty-five be capable of cutting her own dog's hair?

The answer to that last question is a very large, emphatic NO!!! Unfortunately, I was not smart enough to realize this. So, with a trim-trim here and a trim-trim there . . . my dog soon looked horrible. I tried to cut more to correct the mess, and made a bigger mess of it. My dog looks like he got into a fight with a weed-wacker and lost. I will never again attempt to trim Jasper's hair. Clearly, I am too inept to attempt something of this magnitude!

Jasper is now curled on the opposite end of the couch, as far away as he can get from me, glaring at me as I type this. Even he knows that he looks stupid.

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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"