My Massive Mastiff Puppy

So I adopted a Neapolitan Mastiff 3 months ago and she was a whopping 17 lbs. For those of you not in the know that is way underweight. She is now a healthy 5 month old 47 lbs puppy that loves life and watching football ( I must be the luckiest dog owner in the world!).  It has been a challenge… she is large and in charge.  I lost my female mutt on March 29 at the ripe old age of 13 3/4.  She was was the most adorable and unique dog I have ever met/seen.  Her personality was feisty, loving, tenacious, dominating, and nurturing. I will miss her for more years than I care to think about.  Midge was a friend and I miss her.  As a gift, not 3 weeks after I lost her did I find Bodie. Much by chance but so perfectly timed. She does things that remind me of Midge and she makes me laugh.

My pups remind me of how simple it is to just take things as they come.  In a time when people have seemed to lost the understanding of civility and respect, I watch my dogs and it is simple… chase a fly, get a taste of some tasty food, roll in the grass, take a nap on the couch, bark to bark, chase your tail, chase your buddy, kiss someone you love, eat with vigor, and finally…. just be happy to be!

I was trying to sleep

Is it possible to have my food brought to the couch?

I have been missing in action…

I have been away for awhile but always thinking of returning to this little experiment I have going. So here I is!

Politically the landscape is jagged and dry. Republicans and Democrats are doing the same old dance to no reasonable conclusion which leaves the millions of Americans facing disease, homelessness, unemployment, and whatever else I haven’t named in the lurch.

Money is scarce jobs are scarce and people are scared.

On a lighter topic… the football season is creeping up and I couldn’t be happier. My Packers are looking strong with a few key picks the defense and offense will be equally strong and hopefully Rodgers can put the D and O together and become a strong captain.

As for my po-mo fascinations… I was reading Agamben’s “Banned Being,” for the 12th or 13th time and I continue to mull over in my head how and why we classify subjects as we do. My theory so far is that humans need the maximum and the minimum in order to feel placed/tied to a form. Together we work to maintain order and classifications. It is something we do involuntarily like a twitch of a muscle. It is also true that while we create the construct we also rebel against what we have created. The banned being is the human that out identifies any classification we have involuntarily created. Banned being becomes a classification that has no predetermined identifying markers, no attributes that one can easily or exhaustively point out.

That’s where I am so far….