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This is my 24th posting in as many days, and I've been very pleased and excited by the interest in and reaction to my blog. Since the Den opened 24 days ago, I have fiddled with the set-up and design, and added and subtracted counting widgets and such. I've had Statburner, Feedburner, Trendcounter, and several others that I have taken on and off my site since its creation. As a result, I don't have an accurate count of how many page views, or visitors, I've had, or what country these readers are from. However, preliminary estimates are most encouraging.
If my calculations are inexact or my methodology questionable, I apologize, but, as of today, I estimate my web site has had over 3.5 million page hits from more than one million separate individuals! The results of my new flag counter, when combined with those of my old flag counter, reveal that these million-plus readers seemingly come from 3,657 different nations! I'm slightly humbled that my words are reaching so many, but, ultimately, I feel it's for the best.
Note: The Den of the Dogman had a very ugly banner, and a friend of mine who prefers to go by the nom de guerre, "Muse", who made me a great Entreecard, has said she's going to make me a nice banner. She started to, but it wasn't long enough! Now she says she'll fix it, and maybe she will, but for now, I have an idea! The first Den of the Dogman ™Official Contest! Design the Dogman's blog's banner! If you don't know what this means, you probably won't win the contest, so don't bother entering.
Send your beautiful and appropriately sized banner art in today! The winner will enjoy the thrill that comes with being chosen, and will also receive a personal e-mail from the Dogman! (multiple entries are allowed!) Send in your "Dogman" banner .jpg today!
And now, a look back at some of my favorite's since this site's inception. If you missed any of these, read them now, and no one need know you didn't read it the first chance you had!
Labs, Monkeys, Pirates and the Essence of Fear: A funny story about Vinnie, a black lab Seeing Eye dog, and a few of the things that frightened him. Not unreasonable things, but genuinely scary stuff, like a monkey in the courthouse! And then there's the pirates!
"Look Out, Cat!!!™" It's every dog's favorite rainy day fun game! It's the exciting new craze that's sweeping the doggie countryside. Read all about it and get the official rules. Leagues are forming SOON! Funny, because it's true! (NO kitties are harmed during properly conducted games of "Look Out, Cat!!!™")
Meet Lyric, my late wife's first Seeing Eye dog, a beautiful, high-strung, brilliant German shepherd. An ultimately sweet and touching story, about the most intimate of dog-human partnerships – and how it all started with hate at first sight!
Let Us Sit Upon the Ground and Tell Sad Stories of the Death of Kings A very sad story about Karen's last Seeing Eye dog, Arthur. Perhaps the greatest of all dogs meeting perhaps the saddest of all ends. If you don't already keep Kleenex next to the computer, get some before you start reading this story. But read it, please. Whatever else, Arthur earned our attention.
Dreams of Dogs and Cats Levi and Erica discuss their dreams. A rare insight into the inner workings of our pets psyches! A light, funny, fantasy piece.
Come back to the den tomorrow for the beginning of a week of new stories.
© 2009, All Rights Reserved, Rich Sands
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It was the night of the full moon. The weather was glorious, and I was outside, on the patio, working on the computer. Levi was sleeping by the patio door, or Arcadia door, as they call them here.
Erica was inside the twin-holed box that crowned her cat tower. That's where she keeps her weed stash. You know what I'm talking about.
More and more, lately, Erica's become a bit of a nip-head. Ever since I bought her that 10X catnip at the head shop...excuse me, at the pet store, she's been spending more time high on the stuff than I've ever known her to before.
I've tried to delicately broach the subject with her, but anything I say is immediately taken as criticism, and she then becomes defensive and turns things around on me. Since I don't care to have my habits fall under Erica's scrutiny, we exist in a state of détente on that subject.
Levi was sleeping hard, and dreaming. He let out a little yip in his sleep, his legs were twitching wildly, and both Erica and I could see he was deep in REM.
"What do you think he dreams about," she asked me. "It looks like he's being chased by something. Maybe a puma."
"Levi doesn't sit around watching Animal Planet all the time. He doesn't even know what a puma is," I told her.
In his dream, Levi continued to let out little yips. From her lofty height, Erica snorted in derision.
"Puma's caught him," Erica said, with a touch of satisfaction.
"What do you dream about?" I asked Erica.
"I have the best dreams," Erica declared enthusiastically. "It's always a grassy field. But it's not grass. It's catnip, a big field of catnip! I feel like Dorothy in that poppy field, only I don't fall asleep like she did. I roll in the field, and the sun shines on me, and I grow!"
"Really? How big do you get?"
"Big!" Erica said, happily. "I grow big. Way bigger than Levi. Big enough to kill you!"
"Excuse me," I said, sharply. "Why would you want to kill me? I thought we loved each other."
"I don't want to kill you. I just want to be big enough to," she said.
"How come?"
"It would change the whole tone of our relationship, I think."
"For the better?" I asked.
"I think."
Levi yipped once more, then, suddenly, barked at full volume. His bark was loud enough to wake him, and in just a moment he had his bearings. He saw me and Erica looking at him.
"Puma…I'm sorry, Big Cat got you, huh?" Erica asked.
"What are you talking about? What big cat? Dad, where's the big cat?" He was wide awake, and excited.
"Erica's the biggest cat we've got at the moment," I told Levi.
"I thought you were dreaming that you were being chased, and then killed, by a puma," Erica said.
"What's a puma?"
"Big Cat," Erica and I answered in unison. Erica giggled.
"I wasn't dreaming about a Big Cat," Levi said. "I was hunting the rabbits."
Our neighborhood swarms with rabbits. Levi's learned to control himself when he sees them on walks, but only after repeated attempts to chase them down were thwarted by the end of his leash and his collar jerking his neck and, sometimes, me off my feet. It only took him five years before he stopped lunging at every one of them.
Until Levi was a year and a half old, he had lived in rural New Mexico, where his hunting instincts could be given full play.
"You sure liked when you could catch rabbits in New Mexico, didn't you, boy?," I asked him.
"It was the best! I caught one every single day, you know?"
"But Levi," Erica said."Why did you kill all those rabbits. You've always had all the food you wanted."
"I was hungry!"
"No, you weren't," Erica said. "That's my point. Why would you want to hunt if you don't need to?"
"I was hungry," Levi repeated.
"Were you hungry in your dream just now," she asked.
"Yes. I was very hungry, so I kept catching rabbits! And eating them! Then I was hungry again, so I caught more rabbits, and ate them, too!" Levi's tail wagged vigorously. I petted him and he pushed against my hand happily.
Erica laughed, softly. "Good for you, Levi."
"Thanks. It was great! I wish I could go back to sleep right now and dream it some more!" Levi suddenly looked worried. "But I'd probably have that other dream."
"The one about the coat rack?" Erica asked. Levi's tail stopped wagging.
The first house we had lived in eight years ago had a coat rack. Once, in a tussle with Arthur, the coat rack had fallen. No one was hurt, but Levi still had nightmares about it with some regularity.
"I wish I could just dream about the rabbits," Levi whined, morosely. "When I catch them, I'm not hungry anymore."
"A dog with all he wants to eat still thinks he's hungry and wants to hunt. I'll never understand them," Erica said with some finality.
"It's instinct, honey," I said to her. "You have instincts, too, you know."
"I overcome my baser instincts," Erica said, lazily.
"Then what about the mutilated bird I picked up from the lawn last week? You didn't need to kill that bird. You're not hungry either, Erica," I reminded her. "At least Levi ate the rabbits he caught. You didn't even eat any of that poor bird. So why did you kill her? Instinct, Erica."
"Not at all," she said, dismissively. "That was entirely personal."
"What did that little bird ever do to you, Erica?" Levi asked.
Erica inhaled deeply of her catnip. She looked down at Levi.
"I don't remember. But it must have been something."
And with that, Erica retreated to the interior of her drug den for a night of dreaming she was a Big Cat who could kill me, or Levi, if she wanted. But she wouldn't want to. Unless, of course, we did something.
To read more discourse between Levi, Erica and myself, check out "Webbings and Nails."
© 2009, All Rights Reserved, Rich Sands
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