Is Fido the “New Black”

IMG_20160106_073831Okay, okay,  let me make myself perfectly clear- I  DO like dogs.  Not the ferocious I wanttoeatyouforbreakfast kind of dogs, but rather the panting, wide eyed, cannot wait for you to return home,  what can I do for you, Master kind of dog.

In fact, I have been the proud owner of several pooches in my 60plus years, as well as the adopted owner of two such canines- Lucky and Harry ( Some of you may remember my Award winning…seriously folks….Blog about daughter Js beloved Lucky who came to visit and never left). It was the Most Read of all my blogs in 2013! And was selected for publication in an online magazine. Certainly, a testament to America’s love affair with fido. ( and possibly my writing skills).

this girl never gets tired of tooting her own horn, does she?

So, why I am proposing that Rover is now the New Black? It all started when I was on an impromptu trip to MYrtle Beach during the frozen tundra winter of 2015. Searching for some sunshine and warmth, I boarded a Greyhound to MB in mid January for what I hoped was a respite from the el nino induced winter weather plaguing the East coast. MB, apparently, is the place where hundreds of Canadian “snowbirds” flock to each year from January to March..an alternative to Florida shores..in search of the Sun.

I thought this woman was Black. What she doing in Myrtle Beach with some Canadians..Hmph!

It was on one of my early morning strolls down the sparsely populated MB beach ( the temperature was a balmy 60 degrees) that I encountered not one, but several men of a certain age taking a similar outing accompanied by a little puffball at their heels, or in their arms, or in one instance strapped to his chest in a dog carrier.

Each of these older gentlemen seemed in some state of other world bliss as they walked fido stopping to offer encouragement, bag poop, or feed a perfect sized treat to their small companion. After day 3 of observing this ritual on the beach, in the mall, down deserted side streets, it occurred to me that something was missing! Where was the gentleman’s spouse, girlfriend, better half, or even sidepiece?

Being the inquisitive, never miss an opportunity to talk to a stranger kind of person, I posed this query to one of these happy go lucky dog walkers. The answer? Wait for it…Wait for it. There was none! She (or he) had been replaced by Fido.

I told you something was wrong with this girl..how can a dog replace a girlfriend…she done had too much Sun down there in MB!

As a person who likes to shore up her observations with evidence, I began to pay closer attention to men (and women) in my age group who were partner-less, but ..aha..had a relationship with a canine.

I will proffer the ‘One Who Remains Unnamed’ as my final piece of evidence. ( Many of you remember him from my Vegas adventure which was the catalyst for my first Blog). His ongoing relationship for the past 10 years with a Pomeranian named Marley exemplifies the point I am trying to make.

Not only has this  6 pound ball of black fur become the source of his constant attention, recipient of specially prepared meals, purveyor of expensive treats..when did dogs start eating duck jerky.. a place at the foot or side of his bed,  or constant admonitions by said dog owner to me:  Hon, I got to go home and see my dog…that movie/dinner/flat tire..whatever.. Will have to wait!

Huh? Reader, do you get my point? And no,  I am not jealous of a dog. I just believe all God’s creatures have a place in this life. That humans were made for each other’s companionship, misery or whatever.

So have we taken this dog thing too far?  Is having a relationship with another human too taxing, too much work, a relic of the past?

I believe a dog Can be man’s best friend..but best girlfriend??

Oh well, time to go watch some Reality TV. Until the next time.

 

 

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technophobia:a 21st century disorder

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Look familiar? These are the ravages of a 21st century disorder!

Hi, I’m Linda. I am a Baby Boomer.  I am not afraid of Technology.

In fact, I was the first on my block (back in the 80s) to have a MAC desktop courtesy of my employer. And despite my title as a teacher of English, I ran the computer lab and became the unofficial fixer of all problems MAC and otherwise.

Through the years, I graduated from MAC and became a PC user (Higher education folks looked down on us MAC users). I even became a proud member of Blackboard club and successfully taught freshman English to someone. ( Never sure who the students were since they could easily sit in their basement, blowing smoke and pretending to be on my roster).

Recently, I even enrolled in an online course and literally taught myself. Glad I didn’t have to pay for that travesty, but  it is one of the perks of living to be a ‘senior’. I digress.

Beyond the computer, I have owned a number of smart phones, tablets, and my most recent toys- Bluetooth keyboard and headphones.  My point Reader, is that I am not a novice when it comes to technology.  And as further evidence, you’re reading a Blog which I singlehandedly setup on this site. With only 2 consults to the ‘help’ button.

My technology concerns however, are not my own but rather global ones. Because, you see, I fear that we have gotten ourselves in somewhat of a pickle with this whole computer driven society.

For example, I was one of those ( former) hard working government workers who received notification that my security information had been hacked and all my personal information (including my SS#) was floating around in cyberspace.  The government’s response to this travesty was to provide all hackees with free identity theft services for a few years.

After spending several hours online providing the id theft fixit people with more of my personal info, it occurred to me what happens if they get hacked…what then?  And in fact, after I was awarded with a user name and a strong verified password by said id theft fixit company, I attempted to  log onto my account  only to find that my user name and/or password was not correct. Denied access to my own protection site..hmm..is that  like the pot calling the kettle black?

After several torturous hours of waiting on the phone for a customer service rep from the id fixit company, I was told someone would have to call me back as they were overwhelmed with other government employees seeking “the answer.”

Two whole days later, Jenny did call me back. But alas, I was cruising down the road and couldn’t talk to her. She hurriedly stated that it would be some time before I would get another crack at a rep so I pulled over to a parking lot and engaged in what turned out to be a fruitless foray into notgettingwhatyouaskedfor.

And despite her assurances, that everything was now fixed, when I returned home and attempted to log onto my id protection site, I was still denied access.

Despite all of this, Reader, like many of you,  I unfortunately drank the kool aid and continue to participate in using plastic for money, paying Peter and Paul online, shopping at the 24 hour Amazonia, and downloading movies/music  when the spirit moves me. I just pray the Hackers are gentle.

Blogging Again…

Well readers, it has been a minute since I last sat in front of this blinking cursor. Let’s just say like my grandma used to say, God required me to ‘sit down’ for a minute.

The genesis for this came in the form of a rear end accident that occurred almost 2 years ago while I was parked at the local post office…yes, I believe in snail mail…even have all my hate mail/bills directed to a PO box that I check periodically.

I had just left said establishment and was sitting in my car perusing the latest edicts from AARP…10 Best Places to Retire (if you have money, of course) when a loud boom followed by a forceful slamming of my venerable ’99 vehicle assaulted my body.

The perpetrator of this action was a delivery van backing into my unmoving vehicle (I did say I was parked didn’t I?) at a rather high speed for said parking lot. I saw the lady parked next to me running from her car with a look of fear on her face and because of the times we live in assumed it was some type of attack being rained down on said  PO…maybe a worker gone postal even…outside of the building.

Or perhaps, it was some type of random assault in which I was the starring victim. But imagination aside, it turned out to be an errant driver-in-a-hurry  whose actions turned me into an “accident victim” resulting in long hours lying on heating pads, mildly addicting pain meds and muscle relaxants, endless visits to physical agony (oops) therapy sessions and even a deja vue experience standing in a courtroom pleading my case to an understanding judge.

The legal wrangling alone is worth a Blog, but I was warned by my legal mouthpiece to refrain from discussing my case while it was pending.  And it is now just a mere 2 years later that this ‘case’ has been resolved and I am able to find my voice again.

did she just say that she hasn’t written a blog in almost 2 years because she had a court case pending? girl please…

Well, reader, I wish I could say I was “richer and wiser” because of the experience.  What I can say is that my 65 year old neck/ back will never be the same again and I think I have PTSD for the Post Office.  So much in fact that I just signed up online to pay my yearly PO box fee. Now, if I could figure out how to get them to mail me the contents of my always bulging box. Hmm, that might be a way to save snail mail.

Well, it’s approaching daylight….no, my insomnia has not disappeared…and I will bid adieu to you.  I hope that you will allow me to visit your inbox sometimes when my creative juices are flowing.  As always, I look forward to your comments. What is a writer without a reader.

But guys, be kind, like Ericka Badu said…I’m an artist and sensitive about my ****.

Happy Holidays!