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Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Love me, Love all (Multnomah Falls)




Quick trip to Hood River, out the Columbia River on the Oregon side.  Really beautiful out there and plenty of opportunities to make Portlandia jokes.

My wife tricked me into going into Hood River on the promise that the worlds' greatest cheeseburger (at the Sixth Avenue bistrol restaurant place).  So when we go there it was like all Grateful Dead posters and Oregon micro-brews.  Then my wife starts talking all crazy about stalking my girlfriend from 30 years ... "I'm sure they know her here," my wife says, looking at the music memorabilia on the walls. "Maybe she's on Facebook."

Whoa, right? No way.

I want to plug the Skamania Lodge out there -- way dog friendly.  Very nice place.  Four pet rooms.  Extra $50 fee for a pet per the stay.  They deliver the dog a little goodie basket -- a leash, a tennis ball, a bed cover, treats.  Yeah, baby!

Multnomah Falls was spectacular, although the third bridge, the top one was closed.  Still, an awesome roadside attraction and a spectacular display of Mother Nature.  Way nice place to stretch your legs, get a cold hit of spray in your face.

It seemed kind of important to post something hopeful today in that so many people across the US have used May Day to protest.  I can get behind a protest, but when the little devil dudes in their black pajamas jump out of the crowd and start breaking windows and stuff, it's time to go home.  Sorry, I'm a party popper, I'm too old and messed up to get my skull cracked open.   I'd go down like a 747 ... "MAYDAY MAYDAY" ... yeah, you get the picture.

I'm not saying that some magic entity will take over the Earth and make all its people friendly and nice, but it sure would be nice if that happened.  All people.  Everyone.  All at the same time.  Nice, like pass the mashed potatoes, baby, it's time for the world to eat dinner, nice.

What's this love me, love all crap?  Just an observation, when people band together based upon their mutual hate of something, weirdness follows quickly.  Just my opinion.  Are we focusing too much on the negative?  How will the world change if we don't take it to the streets.  If I'm arrested for rioting, will I still be able to get a student loan?  These are the fundamental questions, my friends.

I like to believe that people can solve their own problems.  But it seems like we will need some spiritual intervention.  Strike that, we TOTALLY need some spiritual intervention.

I tend to sympathize with occupy, just because they make more sense than the banks and wall street and the governments of the world.

Occupy may make this an interesting summer, right on through to the presidential elections.  I guess we'll see what happens.

Peace and love.  Really.  And resistance, yes, but passive resistance.

Jimmyjumpnjive May Day 2012

Monday, February 20, 2012

Blow me a Bubble (Dumb Dog Trick #267)



Do you give your dog enough water?

One of the basic things every dog needs every day is fresh water. Exactly how much water is that?

From what I have heard the right amount of water is about an ounce of water per day per pound your dog weighs. So a 12 lb. little dog would need a medium-sized glass of water per day. But a 64 lb. dog would need a gallon.

Dogs are also self-regulating waterers. That means that if you put out a bunch of water for them, dogs will drink as much as they want or need. If they drink too much, they can leave some on the trees and the grass and the neighbor kid's bicycle.

My old dog Blue had quite a record of going pee on stuff. He really like to go you-know-what on other dogs, especially little dogs. He'd just mark them as soon as they got in position.

Blue also liked to mark other people's stuff, like their gear bags and ice chests. Blue liked to pee on buildings, food, statutes and people.

Yes, even people. Myself included.

Blue once peed on the marketing director of the local human society. I felt so bad, because the guy is awesome and he's in a wheelchair. What does my dog do? Lift his leg on the guy in the wheelchair.

Why? I have no idea. But I always try to give Blue enough water.

Actually, always have fresh water available for your dog. When you play with your dog (or play a dog sport) you should always have a bowl around for all of the dogs.

The only dog wee wee story I have that tops Blue's exploits would be the time that Red Dog peed on my brother's Christmas Tree. Red Dog was not allowed back into my brother's house for quite some time because Mrs. My Brother did not appreciate Red Dog's sense of humour.

"Hey, I was just goofin' and I peed on your Christmas Tree," said Red Dog.

"Leave now and I will let you live," said Mrs. Brother's Wife.

You get the idea.

Jimmy Jump
Tacoma, Washington
February 18, 2012