Hear No Evil

As a member of one of the more sensitive dog breeds (and smart but that’s for another blog post), I’ve always been a bit more, shall we say, aware, of strange, loud, or otherwise bothersome sounds. Things that beep, for instance, which includes many household objects: the stove when it comes back on after a power outage, the battery backups on the computer equipment, the dreaded smoke detector.

 

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I’ve spent my fair share of time hiding in closets.

 

And then there are cell phones. Why can’t they just ring like the phones of my puppyhood? There are umpteen different rings, chirps, beeps, and chimes, most of which are alarming to my ears.

Movies and television shows are chock full of disturbing noises—explosions, gun shots, roaring engines, booming music, to name just a few. What is the human obsession with all things noisy?

 

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What’s that noise?!

 

If it were safe outdoors, I’d just spend my time there, but then Nollind starts up the compressor or, horrors, a nail gun, a thunderstorm rolls in, or some duck hunter is firing off rounds. And then there’s fireworks. Seriously, whoever invented that crap must have been a real dog hater. Scares the bejesus out of most of us canines.

 

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One of our hair-raising summer thunderstorms rolling in.

 

In 2012 we were on our first RV trip over the Christmas holidays and Teresa and Nollind took us walking on a beach at Oceanside on New Year’s Eve. We went early, so that we’d be tucked in safe and sound at midnight when the fireworks started. At least that was the plan. At 8:00, the sky exploded just up the beach and if I hadn’t been attached to my people with a sturdy leash, it’s possible I’d still be running along the coast of California.

 

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The beach was great during the day.

 

And it’s not just me. A lot of dogs are sensitive to noise. My buddy Aspen, who lived with Teresa and Nollind when I first came, used to run blind as soon as she heard a gunshot, even if it was so far off it was imperceptible to anyone but her. In fact, it was what did her in in the end. She ran right into a tractor in one of her panicked states and damaged herself beyond repair. Poor silly, sweet girl.

 

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Aspen.

 

Other than that night on the beach, I’ve never been panicked by noise quite like Aspen, but lately, it’s like I hardly notice noises at all. An abrupt bang or a loud sneeze will launch me out of a nap but, generally, the world has become a lot quieter. Teresa and Nollind think I’m going deaf in my old age, but I don’t know about that. I still hear the important stuff, like the fridge door, a cheese wrapper, or someone driving into the yard. Maybe hearing just becomes more selective as we age, so I’ve opted out of thunderstorms and gunshots and the like.

 

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An undisturbed sleep.

 

Whether it’s loss of hearing or just being more selective, lately the world is a quieter, friendlier place for a sensitive dog, and that’s a good thing.

 

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This photo’s not really on topic, but it does feature ears, and we just had to post it somewhere.

 

When Words Collide

T’s off to a writing conference in Calgary today and for the rest of the weekend. It’s called When Words Collide and I think this will be the third or fourth time she’s attended. My question is, why don’t we get to go along? We do most of the writing around here. Our blog posts have been coming out regularly for almost six years now. Have you seen her blog? Her last post was in June and she left all her readers hanging when she didn’t finish the story. No dedication.12742276_10156662350700599_6801386984095510705_n

 

Granted, she did finish and publish a novel, but that was a year and a half ago and the second novel is a bit like the second coming, a long way off and a concept only supported by the true believers.

When Words Collide is not the only writers’ event we haven’t been invited to. T’s attended one in Tucson a couple of times and another in Colorado Springs. And it’s not as if we weren’t nearby. For both of these events we were along on the trip, hanging out in the trailer all day while she learned about our craft.

 

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Colorado in 2014 – at least we got to go along on the hikes.

 

But I don’t blame T, really. They probably have some kind of rule about dogs attending these things. There is so much inequality in the world when it comes to those of us blessed with four legs.

What you may not realize is that there are a lot of us dogs out there writing blogs and even books. Maybe we should start our own writers’ conference. We could call it “Paws and Prose”, or maybe “Pooches with Pens”, or just “Dogs Write 2“. We could hold it at some dog-friendly hotel (there are many of them now), bring in some of the top dogs in the business, fill the conference rooms with mats instead of chairs (although I prefer a chair), and, because we’re man’s best friend and don’t hold grudges about not being included in their events, invite the humans to join us. Rise above, I always say!

 

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Thursday morning pre conference-weekend walk.

 

Some food for thought…mmm…food…suppertime in a few hours. Maybe I’ll go have a nap until then, dream up some ideas for my next blog post. And after that I’ll poke around on Facebook.

 

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Brainstorming blog ideas.

 

In case we forgot to invite you, we’ve got a new Facebook page where we’re posting all kinds of fun dog memes and photos, along with some important canine-type information and links. Come friend us on Facebook!

Chow for now!

August 11, 2017

Foto Fur-iday – Walk with Us

Since they sprayed weed killer along the canal and T doesn’t want to walk us there for awhile, we’ve been exploring some new territory.

Ember is the company that looks after the gas wells around here and they make these nice little roads through the crops that we’ve been walking. Within Logan-distance, there are two, one to the south and one to the north.

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Headin’ out.

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Grain crop on the south road.

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The crops are ripening already!

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The south road.

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South road inhabitants.

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Almost home.

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This morning along the north road.

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North road sky.

We’re supposed to get some rain over the next few days which might make the canal walk safe for us again. That’ll be great for the hot days but I hope T doesn’t forget about our new routes along the north and south Ember roads.