What Sound Does Your Dog Make?

Autumn passed away in 2006 and I still miss her. I asked once before what does you dog bark sound like. Can you say it or write it down?

In your country all dogs say: > _______? _______?

In America "people say" that all dogs say: Bow Wow
Maria Verivaki says in Greece dogs say: Warv Warv \
Alice and Claude and Nathalie said French dogs say: Ouaf Ouaf\
Ineke said Dutch dogs say: Waf Waf or Woef Woef \
Blognote said Italian dogs say: Bau Bau \
Tom said said English dogs say:  Woof Woof \
Small city scenes said her daughter's American hound says: Ba-roooo Ba-rooooo
Runee said Norwegian dogs say: Voff Voff
Gramma ann said her dog lives in Iowa and says: Arf Arf
Sonia a.n. said dogs in Brazil say: Au Au Au
Buck said dogs in Japan say: Wan Wan
Gudl says German dogs say: Wau Wau
Complex (Yahoo answers) in China said dogs say: Won Won
Kyun Spa said dogs in Indonesia say: Guk Guk
Jules said in Papua New Guinea dogs in Pidgin say: Krai bilong dok
Giuce said in Peru dogs say: Guau Guau
Salty said his dog, Sparky, says: Bone
Dina said dogs in Israel say: How How
Steven said dogs in the Philippines say: aw aw
Peter said dogs in Sweden say: vov vov
Ming said dogs in NYC say: yelp yelp
Sydney said dogs in Poland say: Hau Hau or How How

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Lifestyle — Religion

 

 

The Way

My lifestyle is my religion. I spent a good part of my life trying to find god in religion and came up short in all of them. Then I turned to America

and the lifestyle of the people living here. I believe the same as the "People" once

believed. But after

the

Christians from Europe arrived and ruined the country, everything here began to change. No longer could a squirrel climb an oak tree on the East Coast and go all the way to the Mississippi River without having to step on Mother Earth for anything. The forests and everything in them died. The streams were eventually poisoned and the animals were sold and made into Beaver hats. The buffalo, some 60 million animals, were slaughtered until only 500 animals remained from the northern and southern herds. The forest buffalo, in the east, was slaughtered and the last one was shot as it tried to swim a river familiar to Daniel Boone. The Noon sun turned to midnight while the flocks of Passenger Pigeons passed overhead but people killed them and only one specimen is left, stuffed, in Cincinnati, Ohio.  This land became a Christian Nation and people are proud of that heritage after the Native Americans were slaughtered and survivors were put away, out of sight on reservations. Americans rejoiced when men, women and children, were killed at murderous events like Wounded Knee because our grandfathers got their land free. No more will the children recite the ABCs in homes in the Great Smokey Mountains like they once did. You have to follow the Trail of Tears to Oklahoma to listen to those children speak. There isn’t much about the religions that arrived in this country from Europe that I wanted to adopt.

I searched for decades for a civilized "way" of life – a kind of lifestyle that would be my religion and I think I found it. Blind, locked away on reservations, and made to stand in lines for handouts, the people I admire the most are saints in my religion.

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Before consciousness

The Origin of Consciousness by Julian Jaynes

In the breakdown of the Bicameral Mind Jaynes believes that he has the answer in two evolutionary steps that appeared for the first time in human history in the second millennium B.C..

If his concept is correct, mankind existed without any consciousness for centuries, functioning dimly in “antlike” colonies nearly up to the time of Confucius and the ancient Greek Philosophers. By that time mankind became bicameral and the left side of the brain was for speech and the right side produced inner commands. In time the voices were attributed to kings, and gods, thus becoming remarkable instruments of social control and allowing nomadic hunter-gathers to form permanent, structured communities.

Before consciousness, mankind was directed by hallucinatory voices, which survive today in schizophrenics; those voices assumed to be divine, gave rise to all religions. How an entire civilization can remain unconscious seems like a mystery but Jaynes thinks they survive in much the same way as sleepwalkers and hypnotized people function without awareness. According to him, humans began to develop language around 100,000 B.C., but lived with virtually no inner life until about 10,000 B.C..

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Rabbit

This was a bad year for rabbits here at the sanctuary. Last year was somewhat limited in that we did have a mother with one baby that survived to adulthood. This is that baby rabbit eating some shelled peanuts. This year we had one mother passing through and no baby rabbits have been seen. I wonder if the problem with our weather has had something to do with the lack of rabbits.

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Creative Craftsmen

I have another broken tooth. I think it is the partial plate causing the breaks. I don't know if the dentist can fix it or not. It will have to be pulled if he can't and then I am one tooth closer to a full upper plate of false teeth. Most of my teeth problems are related to my pipe smoking and clamping down on the pipe stem. The rest is related to a dentist I had when I was still working in Research and Development at NCR in the late 1960s. We had good insurance and I do think he was using some patients as cash cows filling imaginary cavities in perfectly good teeth to get the income. It was a common practice among dentists by the way – filling teeth often pays for more than automobiles.

Update:
The dentist gave me an appointment today and the broken tooth was repaired in less than an hour. I am more than satisfied with all the work this dentist has done on my teeth and my family now goes to him. Among dentists, he ranks near the top.

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Kitchen Table?

 
It’s All About Sex

If you have had sex on your kitchen table then read on. If you never did, then stop now and exit. If your ideas about sex are limited to the Golden Rule, then some of these facts will surely give you pause. Don’t read it if you feel it may be offensive.

I know men will jump on anything not fastened to the floor. And there have been times when they got what they wanted "on the go." Bill Clinton, a man that I really admired, was typical of all men. If the opportunity presents itself you got 'a do what you got' a do. Isn't that right? I did a poll on my blog, in 2006, and discovered that lots of ladies admitted to having had sex on the kitchen table. That made me think twice about eating out at the neighbor's house or grandma’s table — really old ladies still have sex, they said on my poll, and while some complained about laying down in bed, they never said they couldn't climb up on tables.I found the oddest place to have sex was the bosses' desk. Don't know if there was a hidden meaning there or not, but I could think of a few. I never had sex on any desk and never on a kitchen table.When I was young, the sofa and chairs, and every room in the house was used but that was a long time ago.Nowadays when I get down on my hands and knees, the furthest thing from my mind is sex. My knees ache like I just fell out of a barn. Sometimes I have to roll around and look for something to put my arm on to jack myself back up.

I know why she wears it – and I know that all women wear makeup because they want to attract the attention of males, and in some cases, other females, for sex. Any males will do, but some males are thought, by women, to be better equipped than others — I often wonder: Does the size of things, or the imagined size, have anything to do with it? What? You don't think so? Let me explain something. If women want to avoid sex with men then why don't they make themselves into an ugly, wretched, scum bucket — with yellowed teeth (and add some lettuce sticking out between those two teeth in front) that looks like a row of teeth on a dull chainsaw? And why don't the ladies just stop washing the "Wisdom of the Ages" and leave the hair grow under their arms and quit rubbing it with a scented stick. And, for heaven's sake, why have they discontinued scratching themselves? Huh? The ladies want sex; so they make themselves look pretty. All women know that guys don't stumble over bar stools and church pews to lay the ugliest ladies in the front row, but they will lay the made-up preacher's wife, in his new van — if given a chance. And that's a fact!

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What we believe and what it gets us

Howard saw the tunnel of “light” and his wife was a strong believer in Reincarnation. My mentor, Ray DaBoll was a Unitarian. Fred Eager, was a dedicated Christian Scientist who wore glasses. Then George Thomson, from Scotland, went through sects like a tornado and came to the conclusion the world is “mad.” Raphael Gasson has more doctorates than any man I know. He was born an Orthodox Jew, became a Spiritualist medium and healer and is now Protestant and a teacher. Sylvia Olster was at her peak in Christian Science but her voice kept failing her when she called me on the telephone. Dr. Ben Shaver is the ultimate Theosophist and saw my guide over my left shoulder while talking to me on the telephone. Margeurite Evans is finally out of Spiritualism and Kathy O’Brien was into everything but especially into “mind” development.

Generations of Jews raised their children to be devout Jews. And Catholics only have Catholic children. It isn’t rare to discover some people whose childhood belief system has changed because they asked questions and read books not on their approved reading lists. It isn’t easy to give up a reserved seat in Paradise for a look into what makes spooks talk, but some do, and “perhaps” got a better deal when the final curtain goes up. Had I only read the approved list I would have very few friends. I cherish the idea of sitting there and watching the lion lay down with the lamb, wondering, as I often do, if it is proper for me to be horrified if the lion forgets where he is and takes a bite out of a clutch of “do-gooders”?

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Drawing

Learning

One of those things I did and still do is to try things that seem interesting to me. I was born so poor that my mother had no

diapers and used torn rags that she washed out. My first

effort in trying to learn how things are was to look at a Sears and Roebuck catalog on a page showing women of the 1930s dressed in girdles. I can remember being upset and

disappointed because I could see the ladies from the front view and couldn’t understand why I couldn’t see the same lady from the back when I turned the page. What a disappointment that was. When I grew up I began to look for common

things that I could use to make something I didn’t have and had no money to buy if it was available. World War II was underway and I got to

see the Pathe News before the feature presentation came on

at the James theater in Arcanum. In those news reels were Army jeeps of all kinds, airplanes and soldiers. When I came home I remember taking a box of matches (everyone had boxes of matches to light the cook stoves with in the mornings) and using the bottom half as the body for my cardboard jeep. I used the strike side on the box of matches to make some round wheels and I used matches for axles to mount the wheels on. In

the end, I had a suitable jeep that I could play war with. What has all of this got to do with the illustration? Well, it shows a medieval monk character holding a copy book in one hand and adding some lines to a drawing of President Lincoln that I made for an advertising agency a long time ago.

Stop and think! Medieval artist and his alphabet – modern artist, me, and my alphabet put to use in the Gettysburg  Address

as written by my cousin. It also touches on the idea of reincarnation in that one life may lead to another very similar but in a different time or era. We all have soft spots in our hearts for certain animals, and for certain times in history and for things that seem so easy to do that people think we are extremely talented. The monk was interesting to me for a variety of reasons and one was how they lived and what they ate and what their lives were really like.

I learned that some monks were beaten for making a mistake or forgetting to say, “Amen,” at the end of a prayer. And others were whipped for cutting a notch or mark in a table. It was a cold and dreary life with little entertainment. In those days in spite of the strict delivery to Hell for anything related to sex or sexual abuse. I looked at Medieval manuscript illumination and found a favorite style and then learned all I could about that style and when I felt like I knew more about it than any other living person, and could do it myself, I set about writing a book about how to do it and illustrated it with art like the example “line ending” shown above.

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Honeybee

When I get any new plant the first thing I do is watch the plant to see who is feeding on it. If it attracts honeybees and wasps, like this hydrangea, then I am satisfied that I made a good purchase. I also know that there are a host of other insects whose names I do not even know, will use the same plant for the nourishment they need. There is no single plant that sustains all the insects but I wish I could find one.

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Cabbage White and Honeybee

When the plant is right the insect world finds and feeds on it, I would guess with some delight. I watched this pair to see if there would be any hostile interaction but saw none. Each moved about and did not invade the space of the other and both left refreshed.

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Buckeye Butterfly

The bold pattern of eyespots and white bars on the upper wing surface is distinctive in much of its range. The Buckeye Butterfly is handsome and those large eye-like spots on the wings are much like Buckeyes from the Buckeye tree. The eyespots likely serve to startle or distract predators, especially young birds. Adults feed on nectar and also take fluids from mud and damp sand. Males perch on bare ground or low plants, occasionally patrolling in search of females, but they are not territorial. The female lays eggs singly on buds or the upper side of leaves. The caterpillars are solitary and feed on the foliage, flowers, and fruits of the host plant. A variety of (typically) herbaceous plants are used, including especially plants in the snapdragon family (Scrophulariaceae). Snapdragons here are wild or are never planted but come up each year from their own self-seeding. I assume it is these the butterfly uses.

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Monarch Butterfly

One of our more attractive butterflies, the Monarch is regal enough and not unlike some monarchs in history, this one will give you a dose of poison if you choose to eat it. Monarch butterflies are poisonous or distasteful to birds because of milkweed poison stored by the caterpillar stage; their bright colors are warning colors. During hibernation monarch butterflies sometimes suffer losses because hungry birds pick through them looking for the butterflies with the least amount of poison, but in the process killing those that they reject. Monarch butterflies are one of the few insects capable of making transatlantic crossings. They are becoming more common in Bermuda due to increased usage of milkweed as an ornamental plant in flower gardens. Monarch butterflies born in Bermuda remain year round due to the island's mild climate. A few monarchs turn up in the far southwest of Great Britain in years when the wind conditions are right, and have been sighted as far east as Long Bennington. Monarchs can also be found in New Zealand. On the islands of Hawaii no migrations have been noted.

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Rainy but Warm

 
I wrote this in my diary on May 3rd 1977.
I am having a hard time trying to decide what to do over at school. Robert Williams wrote and said that he remembered that I had a terrible time in the spring when he was in school in my class. I can’t seem to make up my mind on what I want to do. I’ve even got the first semester of next years lessons done. I said that if someone, over at school, would piss me off I’d quit, but they’ve been marvelous instead. It’s amazing.

On the way back to school today (I’ve been coming home for lunch) I recalled that I have the catalogs done and un-mailed for my Art Services. That would bring in a considerable amount of work. If it did I could hire some of my students from school to do a lot of the work and I could spend most of my time on the road getting jobs and delivering them. With everything else, I’d be in good shape. Maybe the Lord will tell me what to do, as I can’t decide for myself. Mail has been slow yesterday and again today.

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Veterans Day

I served. Today, November 11, 2009, is Veteran’s Day in America. The schools in our town have an assembly to honor local veterans and the kids get out of school early. The United States Post Office is closed, not so much to honor veterans, but to give veterans a day off on their day. People always talk about veterans and those who died but the ugly is never mentioned and seldom seen. The man without a face or a nose or arms and legs or lower torso, sitting along in some VA hospital is the Unknown Soldier on Veteran’s Day. Have you seen him today? I know he would like to see you.

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Reincarnation

"Generations come and generations go, but the earth remains forever. The sun rises and the sun sets, and hurries back to where it rises. The wind blows to the south and turns to the north; round and round it goes, ever returning on its course. All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full. To the place the streams come from, there they return again...What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun." (Ecclesiastes 1:4-9)

To me, “there is nothing new under the sun,” means that the girl feeding the pigs in the street was here before this life. There are some excellent books on the subject and some stories by children telling stories about a neighboring city where they once lived – the people who lived there – their friends. Stories were checked and the people he knew were still living there and they remembered him. Yet he had never been out of his town and was still a youngster. It doesn’t prove anything but it does make life interesting.

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Stairway to Heaven

The sky is a big place just above your head. People point up to it and say all sorts of things live there including God. I also remember it was the place people looked when they spoke about Heaven, Angels and God. They gave me the impression it was the place “they” took poor old Grandpa to. “He was in Heaven,” they said in a chorus of bobbing and nodding heads. Heaven takes all kinds – as evidence the preacher who dispatched Hollie O’Dell from Gordon, Ohio, to be among angels in Heaven. He was the only man I knew who called out to God in some way whenever he spoke a sentence – he was always asking God to damn somebody or something. Mom called it, “cussing” and “swearing,” and “taking the lord’s name in vain.” But he did it anyway and went to Heaven according to the preacher.

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Carpe Diem

Flowers and seeds and stuff—
This is the time to plant seeds. This is the time Nature plants and to scoff at that and plant in the spring is folly. If you plant when Nature does your plants will be superior to anything you might remember to plant in the springtime, except for vegetable seeds.

My mother used to save seeds for next season. She saved all vegetable seeds and dried them in old newspapers. When they were bone dry she put them in small glass jelly jars saved for the purpose.

How do we know if flowers prefer poison chemicals that short circuits the role of marauding insects or would they rather just play their role they were created for. If God made the flower for all its beauty then he also made the bug that eats them. Playing God never works. Do you believe that?

Turkey dinner and fixings—
I am a sucker for turkey for Thanksgiving dinner. I know the friends of mine who are real turkeys don’t much like the whole idea but then they don’t have a choice in their holiday meals.

Ask your butcher to sell you the favorite part of the bird or, better still, tell him to fix it for you. If they want to stay in business it pays to do things the big box stores don’t do. But nowadays they will cook your turkey dinner for you and it only costs a few more pieces of paper. Besides that, it creates a lot of jobs. Have you ever wondered where those people are that the UFOs captured? Could it be that they were caged and then eaten by the highest bidder on Mars like we capture and eat turkeys on Earth? Wouldn’t it be wild if you were the turkey and God was invited for dinner?

Religion and politics—
There is a direct connection between God and politics – if you have studied your Bible and are not just a Bible-thumper, then you know that George W. Bush served and God allowed it. I only ask that a Bible scholar leave a comment and cite the exact spot to find where it is so written in the Bible, for it is written there. That leaves those leaders of Nazi Germany and Hitler to ask “why” they were permitted to serve.

How about the headlines in American newspapers citing the slaughter of Native American men, women and children as a “good thing?” Don’t believe it? Would you believe it if I told you that in 1867 the Cincinnati Gazette said, “The facts are obvious and men are either idiots or knaves who do not see that nothing  short of the strong arm of the government will subdue these demons of the Plains.” General Phil Sheridan praised the buffalo hunters because they were “destroying the Indians commissary.” And then he added, “For the sake of everlasting peace, let them kill, skin and sell until they have exterminated the buffalo.” The lofty New York Times wrote, in 1869, that the General of the United States Army, Ulysses S. Grant, had said, “The settlers and emigrants must be protected, even if the extermination of every living Indian tribe is necessary to procure such a result.” Those people all served at the pleasure of God.

The only alternative to God allowing these men to serve is that God left this part of the Universe He created and has gone to visit the homeland of the people who fly the UFOs.

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Wheel Bug

Thanks for your comments. I have commented each day on somebody's blog but maybe not your blog. I am still hibernating. I am still taking pictures. And I still take too many pictures. I am still writing. I write every day. Who is here. Where we went [We ate breakfast at Bob Evans and from there we went to Walmart and bought some groceries]. Otherwise I write stuff like the temperature outside when I get up. I wrote that it seems like we have way more white oak leaves on the ground this year than last. I try to use them as the fertilizer as they were intended to be. None of us are looking forward to winter – the kids are looking for days off and hope the snow makes it possible. Our granddaughter slept in a bed by herself for the first time since they moved in with us last October. I saw a Wheel Bug yesterday [above]. I suppose it is looking for a place to hibernate. See a another Wheel Bug here --
http://ourflowerpot.blogspot.com/search/label/Wheel%20Bug

さようなら - Tot ziens  - Au revoir - auf Wiedersehen – näkemiin – adiós – adeus – later alligator

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Hibernation

Autumn loved to take naps. Sometimes she put her foot up over her eyes like this. I feel like I need a snooze. What better time to do it than right now. Winter is coming. I will take a break from blogging and get caught up with my mind. Happy holidays. I will be back now and then and may drop in on you from time to time. Stay warm.

さようなら - Tot ziens  - Au revoir - auf Wiedersehen – näkemiin – adiós - adeus

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Visitor comments

I did spend way too much time looking at bird books and online at the lab at Cornell and even at allaboutbirds.org and then thought why am I doing this? I think it is a female purple finch.

Will I get 10 extra comments from 10 new visitors?

People try to be nice. Most leave a positive comment no matter what is posted.

I have seen rusty hinges garner adjectives I had to look up in my online dictionary to know what the meaning is. Some network nerds have a vocabulary of unspoken words that they drop off in your litter box knowing full well it will take us days to find out it is like the “V” for victory sign in Australia. You don’t want to do that if you are hitchhiking.

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Toad

This little toad showed up before all the cold weather struck us. He seemed determined to get somewhere and only stopped long enough to allow the black panther to smell and have a look. I wonder where he went and if he is warm.
This is a letter that we got way back in 1974 – thirty five years ago seems long but it was not that long ago. Patty and I had a home business I had started that year and in two more years it became a big deal and we were making money so I quit teaching and did this full time. I don’t know if you are all that keen on letters, but I am putting some of the letters we got online.
It is called Our 26 Letters.

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Honeybee

The honeybee was caught in mid-air flying toward the butterfly bush with the wing of the Tiger Swallowtail already there. I thought it was a neat photo when I took it and I had tried for some period of time to get this shot before I finally got it. Canon EOS Digital Rebel XTi with 18-55mm lens.

This is the same photo but shows the ragged butterfly without his long tails (Swallowtail).

The lens is the only one I have for macro shots. I would like others but it has served well over the years and I would rather get a longer zoom lens. My 120-400mm Sigma is way too heavy to lug about.

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Tricks

Which is it? You give me a treat or I will give you a trick – those days are gone forever. I am not sure people would stand for it nowadays but I was born when hitching posts and horses and buggies were as common as doors without locks and fields with fences made with cedar posts. And back then you were expected to cut notches in old sewing thread spools and stick a pencil through the hole; wind string around the spool; hold the pencil up against the window so the notched edges touched the glass and then yank on the string. The spool spun around like a bicycle wheel and the notches made a terrible racket on the window glass. Enough to scare the daylights out of grandma and grandpa listening to the Grand Old Opera on their elaborate Philco radio. Or, kids, and some adults wanting to get even with somebody, would push over the outside toilet; often while somebody was doing their business in it. Corn shocks set up at main road intersections, appearing like a solid wall of corn and often with a couple of cows and a horse asleep in the middle of it to rattle your brains if you were out and about on the roads at night. How about two kids – one on each side of the road. They had stretched a long string across the road. And on the string were sheets of newspaper hung on the string like you would toss a rug on a clothes line to dry out; but on the string on the road, the newspaper laid flat. You could hear a car coming into town and then the kids would watch it and just before it reached the string, both kids yanked their string and up and in front of the car was this wall of newspapers. Of course, the driver would have no idea what he was about to run into, so he would slam on his brakes and skid through the string and newspapers. The kids would be half a mile into the corn field and no way was the irate, shaking, nervous, thankful to be alive, driver, ever going to find them. No treats for us. Knowing all of this, people, as poor as Job, handed out popcorn balls, homemade candy like fudge, a penny, stuff they had but no longer used. Everyone handed out something to keep the kids from pulling a trick on them. A nasty trick was to cut a red beet in half and rub it around on a cement front porch, and that stained the cement forever. Or poop in a paper sack and set it on fire and knock on the door. The person comes out, sees the fire and stomps on the sack trying to put it out only to discover his shoe was covered in hot poop. Those were the days no longer celebrated. No imagination. Just treats.

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