Look at Those Cover Girl Eyes

The thing about our beloved Boxers is their spirit, heart, soul...divine. The bearer of goodness, good cheer, warmth, affection, nonjudgement, excitement, oh yah...exuberant as all get out, athletic, ready for a walk, run or ride at a moments notice, funny, full of joy, posers, as in strike a pose, loyal...oh my God, the loyalty. What's not to love and adore?

I've known some great doggie dogs in my life; Moochie, Muskie, Juno, Tuffy, Sammie, ChaCha-Marie-Jack, Sandy Jean, Maggie, Jiggs, Rufus, of course Alexander Maximillian Wolfgang Francois Dubois Houndog Ramirez de Ipiotis. I just called my boy; Alexander or Ali Babba or Ali Bob, whatever I was in the mood to call him, half Doberman, half Alaskan Malamute, and one hell of a dog with quite a presence. My mother sometimes referred to him as a sheep in wolves clothing, because of his fierce face. If we ever picked-up a hitch hiker, back in the early 80's, on the way to Vegas or Gallup he would let me know if the individual had a weapon, with a growl, as if to say; "Watch it with this one Mair, he's packing heat,"

Yah, whose gonna try anything funky with a big black and tan dog-face (puro cara) leaning over the front seat, right in your face like; "Where you headin fella?" "We're on a road trip and if you try anything motha f**ker, I'm gonna take a big-bloody-bite out of your hitchhiking face much faster than you can cause any trouble." "No warning, I'll just mess you up, real-quick-type-thing." I wouldn't do that now-a-days, way too risky, sadly but honestly, way to hostile a world out there and Alexander is in heaven. Rruff.

But back to the Boxers. I just love them. I will write and blog more about those crazy but incredibly lovable doggie-dogs. The first Boxer I've sheltered and shared a good part of life with was Annie May, she loved children and children loved her, then Spike, Annies good son. He was a baby-cry but was intimidating and had that don't f**k with me look. Both dogs succumbed to mass cells and we loved them to death. I held both of them in my arms at their respective time of death, when it was time to let them go. I cried like a baby to have to say goodbye to my precious doggies. <-Spikey the big boy (top), and his precious mommie, Annie, posing on the arm of the chair.

And now we have our kooky Sunni Marie Jack Paws or Paz Guadalupita.

We named her Guadalupita because we brought her home from Gary's (big brother) the day before the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe. We got Annie from Gary and Dellie back in the early 90's, probably 1990 to be exact. Anyway loves me my Boxerz. Sunni Marie ->

Dogs really do make life, for me anyway, more livable and often I've pondered that 'ol addage that goes something like: "The more I know poeple, the more I like my dog." Woof!

Redickulous

Joyful one, you wonder what I would say about man's best friend...Ask a ridiculous question-get a redickulous answer. Pretty simple; It has it's place.

Some male and female, egocentrics fancy themselves to have a substantial enough "beginning" to sling it in back of their shoulders. Big, drag on the floor, gets in the room before you do...big...notifying the whole world "I am here, you lucky people"..."large and in charge, alpha a**hole." I know how it goes... I know that brash, brazen, cocky way. Nothing to be proud of necessarily.

It's an ego maniac type thing...absurd, asinine behavior requiring the dumb ass "ego" to be stroked, nothing less than audacious, psychotic, cave- dwelling, bizarre, freaky and thankfully for me fleeting albeit out of control, even if only for a moment.

HAZARD-WARNING: Reality check required. So let's break it down, fold? bend? but not mutilate in graphic detail. The long and short of it: Fry, shake n bake it up, sizzling, shriveling hot, open face and served generously to those jonzin to show it off the most, to see who wins the pissing contest, drag it around like a boa on Marilyn Monroe and see whose is bigger. That's pretty much what I'd say Joy.

Special Time in Space, Special People in Place

*June 22nd is an important time... celestial changes in the works as the world turns, life on earth attempts to maintain balance, this planets axis shifts right on schedule, day dancing with night as night turns into day...time, space... matters relative to the heavens and earth. The world welcomes a certain individual who with a grateful heart offers in return; goodness, a gentle touch, kindness, creativity, authenticity and crazy cute stuff. So Pink, pretty and precious, Thank you for so much, for so long, with everything I have and with all my heart I say; Happy Birthday Pink!!!

Like the title of one of FF's best story books and what I would like to say to you had I been there the day you were born is; "Welcome to the World Baby Girl" Thank you for what you are about to do forever more...which is...make life lovlier, softer and much more livable for me and many more.

With love,
from me ~

Luna Llena (Full Moon)

Oh that sumptuous, opulant moon. What a planet. What a view we take in from it's awesome aura as the slightest motion of it's mass moves one to reflect on what was, what is and what will be. That swollen orb, that compells us toward it's stratosphere transporting us to places we don't recognize, places that jolt us into behavior that is nontypical, places in the heart and head that stretch one's imagination and calls on you and me with the breath of an angel and the depth of infinity, the stunning sight sometimes too beautiful to look at directly, turn away and look again, gaze upon and stare at hypnotically. It's a full moon that can drive humankind mad with mayhem brewing in the caldran of the mind yet delights the heavens with delirium by it's silver, buttery radiance, miraculous, majestic...timeless. ¡Ay yi yi La Luna Llena! How sweet it is. •○

Respiratory System

Mark, yesterday marked the 14th year since you've made your transition on to another place and time. Man we miss you like crazy. I take a great deal of comfort in thinking; The last breath you exhaled on earth was the first breath you inhaled in heaven. Every little and big thing I've learned, know to be true and believe, tells me you are in a better place.

Your death on June 6, 1994 around 10:10 PM mountain daylight time created a timeline for me, for those of us who got the wind knocked out of us something ugly upon your departure from this cruel, crazy, beautiful world. Life and times while you were here and my life after your passing...there is a definite void without you even tho you are very much still thought of, referred to and loved. It's just that it's a different era since you've been gone. I still and will always consider us twins but where are you?

Precious life, a limb has been amputated from my existence. I make do, no doubt make the best of it... life without you... but daamn sometimes that dastardly grief and all the funky stages involved get me by the short and curlies, at the most inconvenient times and kind of bitch-slap-me around...and let me tell you it ain't pretty. It passes, reminiscent of a hot flash, the roar subsides into a dull aching purr, a chronic pain that is there, reminding me that I'm not gonna get a call to brief me on the upcoming game statistics, personal profiles and the backgrounds of key players, the stuff that made a game (whatever sport) interesting and why we want this team or that one to win. I'm not gonna get a call to invite me over for a round of Liverpool (card game played w/2 decks), nor get together with friends nor to tell me Barny's in a fix on The Andy Griffith Show.

Just getting a little sentimental and blue about you. I'm on my way to host a radio program. I'll put on music I know you love and I'll think of you endearingly with longing and love.

I said what I had to say for now brother. Talk to you later ~

In Memoriam

Dear Son, daughter, father, brother, best friend... called upon to protect our precious freedom and liberties, our rights and privilege's not everyone, everywhere enjoy. I think about you often. I am grateful and hold an enormous amount of respect for what you are doing and for what you did. You are missed and still loved and thought of by many everywhere, often.To brother, sister, family,friend who have transitioned on;
I am forlorn, such an obvious void without you. Grief strikes without warning as heartache hums it's haunting tune, loneliness echoes delicately in the background then subsides until the next wave of longing rushes in. To say "we miss you" sounds so inadequate, vague...but true. We long to share life with you as we remember the reasons we love you then, now and forever.

Re: May 23

Taking stock of my treasures on this day, my favorite day; I find the people we embrace and take into our hearts whether for moment or a lifetime have the awesome capacity to truly enhance the quality of our lives and render our shine...shinier,
our happiness...happier, turn a negative into a positive while filling us us with joy, jubilation, gladness and glee, and manage to create more light, make life more livable, laughable and lovely. ¡Ay que Rico! Oh how Rich!