Why "The Dog-Eared Pages"?

Mr. Frisky

 "Why" is never a simple question to answer as anyone who has been a 4 year old or spent any time around kids can understand. Very often it ends up being a question of motive and less often a question of scientific fact. It becomes even more complicated when the "Why" question is attached to feelings because, depending on where you are emotionally in your life, the answer may be different at any given moment.

So in part, at this moment, I can say dog-eared refers to the old practice of turning down the upper corner of a page in a book to indicate your place or a particularly important passage. Since I do not read books much any more, I thought I would give props to the memory of that practice and try to invoke a little bit of subliminal smell-a-vision hoping that the readers might recall the slight musty smell of thick paged older books or the chemical/antiseptic smell of a newer glossy paged text book (one of the big heavy ones that had to be toted around in school). The purpose being to give a bit of weight to the posts in this blog thing.

Another part of "Why" is to give a little tribute to our dog Frisky. He is getting older and I wasn't always very nice to him as he was growing up. In truth I am still not very nice to him. He is a pig-dog! He will eat most anything that falls on the floor or that he can find outside on the ground. Particularly things that are not good for him, like the little dryer sheets that inevitably fall off a load of clothes on the way to be folded and chicken bones he finds on the side of the street on trash day.

With Frisky there is no reaching in to save him from swallowing once he has glommed onto a perceived treasure. When he gets a grip its a goner for sure. At breakfast or dinner he whines terribly while it is being prepared, eats it in less than 10 seconds and then looks at you like it is time for the next meal or treat! He is a fatty for a Shih Tzu Poodle mix, at about 26+ lbs. He has a hard time walking, laying down, sitting up, getting up, running(forget it!) and he snores, but I do love the little pig-dog bugger anyway.

So part tribute to our boy and part implication that, at least to me, some things I say may be humorous  and possibly insightful.

"When you're creating your own shit, even the sky ain't the limit." —Miles Davis