MY DOG
I was thinking today. That usually gets me in trouble. We have a neighbor dog named Emily Dickinson. Tom is her owner. But his last name is something other than Dickinson.
She's an old dog. I don't know if she ever knew any tricks. She has trouble walking now, but always comes over to me to be petted. She must know I really like Emily, the poet she's named after. I like her, though she does stink somewhat. Like most dogs.
If I had a dog, and this is where I was thinking, I might just call him Mike Vick. You see, Mike Vick quarterbacked the Eagles in their loss to Green Bay this afternoon. Before that he spent 18 months in Leavenworth for dog raising, training to fight, fighting, betting on which animal would win, and sometimes destroying the losing animal. Terrible stuff.
So why, other than bitter irony would I name my pooch after him? He's rehabilitated, he paid for his crime at a tough prison, and he still takes a lot of guff from others for his past. A hero? Not to me. Did I root for the Eagles? Nope. I'm not a big fan of the Packers. In fact, I guess I'm not much of a Green Bay fan. But I didn't want Vick to be well Vicktorious. (Sorry)
What I like is as far as I know, he owned up to what he did. He paid the price. You just don't see that very much in these days. And I haven't heard him squall or squawk about it.
Maybe it's muddied thinking on my part. But then, again, I'm not about to get a dog. But I will pet Emily when I see her and all the neighborhood dogs. Except one who tried to bite me and on another occasion tried to bite my wife. He gets no props from us. Except I hope the two neighborhood bobcats don't find the nippy dog. Even though I really like them, too.
So, maybe I need to re-think the Michael Vick thing. How about Fido? I never knew a Fido though I think in Greek or Latin it means faithful. Yeah, that might work: Fido Vick.
I was thinking today. That usually gets me in trouble. We have a neighbor dog named Emily Dickinson. Tom is her owner. But his last name is something other than Dickinson.
She's an old dog. I don't know if she ever knew any tricks. She has trouble walking now, but always comes over to me to be petted. She must know I really like Emily, the poet she's named after. I like her, though she does stink somewhat. Like most dogs.
If I had a dog, and this is where I was thinking, I might just call him Mike Vick. You see, Mike Vick quarterbacked the Eagles in their loss to Green Bay this afternoon. Before that he spent 18 months in Leavenworth for dog raising, training to fight, fighting, betting on which animal would win, and sometimes destroying the losing animal. Terrible stuff.
So why, other than bitter irony would I name my pooch after him? He's rehabilitated, he paid for his crime at a tough prison, and he still takes a lot of guff from others for his past. A hero? Not to me. Did I root for the Eagles? Nope. I'm not a big fan of the Packers. In fact, I guess I'm not much of a Green Bay fan. But I didn't want Vick to be well Vicktorious. (Sorry)
What I like is as far as I know, he owned up to what he did. He paid the price. You just don't see that very much in these days. And I haven't heard him squall or squawk about it.
Maybe it's muddied thinking on my part. But then, again, I'm not about to get a dog. But I will pet Emily when I see her and all the neighborhood dogs. Except one who tried to bite me and on another occasion tried to bite my wife. He gets no props from us. Except I hope the two neighborhood bobcats don't find the nippy dog. Even though I really like them, too.
So, maybe I need to re-think the Michael Vick thing. How about Fido? I never knew a Fido though I think in Greek or Latin it means faithful. Yeah, that might work: Fido Vick.
posted by TQ @ 6:31 PM
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