Ahh........ Tomorrow I go to Snowshoe. Even though times are tough right now, I saw one day, a snowshoe poster in the window of an exxon station. I read it and discovered that, with 5 fill ups and 5 reciepts for the afore mentioned fill ups, and 5 coupons given out with those fill ups, I can get a FREE LIFT TICKET! Hey, I buy gas anyway. If I get a free lift pass for the best ski resort in the state for doing what I already do???? Man, I must have been a GOOD BOY lately! This is as close to a gift from God as I can envision right now. Maybe it IS a gift from God. I don't know and I'm not looking a gift horse in the mouth! I have my suspicions, but this ain't a religeous club!
The reason I'm posting this is that, well, I have to get up at 4 AM, get on the road by 5, to arrive at the Shoe when the lifts open. There I will stay until they kick me out! I do not know if there are any other "Zen Skiers" out there but as many who know me will attest, I will ski in the rain. I will throw on my "crud skis" and ski in the rain when the snow is so patchy that I have to ski over some gravel now and then. When you truely love something, there is no adversity that can keep you away. If I died skiing, I would be totally fine with that. To die doing what you love is to live forever!
Likewise, if I were to take the "eternal celestial dirt-nap" from an electrical shock I got while doing a water change???? That would be an OK way to go too.
Of course, the best way to go would be making the beast with two backs while riding a motocross bike through the woods, but instead of wheels, the bike has skis.... and some really good Greatful Dead bootleg is playing on a really good soundsystem-- just like you were really there-- or even a good Allman Brothers show-- or String Cheese Incident.... All the while driving a Subaru WRX on a snowy, twisty road in southern California drinking a really good Pale Ale straight from the cask. If I can die like that, where do I sign up???? Oh yeah, Heather Christensen has to be in there somewhere or NO DEAL!
Anyway, I have to do my traditional ski season ritual, which involves drinking Coors beer while watching "Hot Dog. The Movie"-- the best B rated ski movie ever made! The reason for the Coors is that is what beer one of the characters pulls out during one scene.
Anyway, yesterday we went to the dog pound. A more depressing place I have never been. Every single funeral home I have been to is infinitely more cheerful. Before you jump to conclusions here let me say this: The folks that work in those places must be the some of the finest people on earth. Their dilemma as I see it, is this: We take in strays, mental cases, and "unwanteds" and when we have them past a certain time, we gas them. We don't want to but we only have so much space. We work as hard as we can to get them adopted, but, sadly way too many are gassed.
However, a humane gassing is far better for the animal than a life of starvation, disease, parasites, attention starvation, abuse, pellet gun shots from people trying to keep them out of his garbage.... how deeply sad it makes me to see this underside of our society. Make no mistake! I am NOT bashing America or Dubbya or anything like that.. I am, if anything, bashing US!
I saw many dogs there that truely touched my heart in a big way. If you dare, dear reader, read on. What I have to say is NOT pleasant. At the end of this ridiculously huge rant I will actually tie this into reef keeping. I promise.
The first dog I noticed was a Skipperkee (or how the hell ever you spell it). I recognized this breed bc a dear friend of mine had a skipper. He was such a cool dog! He was a bit of a naghty boy but it was just part of his personality. I have an old-fart L.H. dachsund named "Pink Floyd the Grateful Dog"-- Floyd for short.
This skipper was an old dog. 10 years old or so I'm guessing. He did not understand how he got there. Labled as a "stray", this poor old fellow, a purebred, was undobtedly at some point, someone's pet... for a long time. He was abandonned or got lost and now he is basically waiting for death. No one is going to adopt this old dog. Where are his owners? Who knows. This poor old guy deserves better. I'd love to take him home but I already have 4 dogs in a small house.
Then there's the one in cage B-19. This dog I feel so sorry for. She came in as a stray puppy, she was adopted, her adopted family (I'm guessing) tried paper training or some other method besides crate training (the sure-fire best) and was unable to get her to stop peeing in the house. So they RETURNED HER!!! Now she is nervous around people and does not exhibit "cuddly" traits that people want. This poor dog so badly needs love. If she had that she would be so appreciative and cuddly. It would just take a little effort to bring her out of her shell. I want to take her home with me. Like I said, 4 dogs, small house.
Then there is "obsidian" or"ebony" or something like that-- it is a wood or rock that is black... whatever. The tag reads something like, "Elderly couple unable to care for. 9 years old. Housebroken...etc. etc. etc. If that does not make you want to cry, then you have no soul. Some poor doggie who had a loving family, all the sudden is faced with mom and dad advancing in age and unable to care for "midnight" or whatever. This poor pooch, having known only comfort and love her entire LIFE! is now faced with a cold, concrete pen, no hope of experiencing the love and appriciation she once knew, and in a month or two, the sweet release of death.
Then there are dozens of dogs who were obviously cared for by SOMEONE for several years who are now "strays". You can tell they love people and crave attention and just can't figure out why they are now some sort of canine "leper". I hate going to the shelter.
Bright side is that I said a few times that we have 4 dogs. We used to have 3. Adam, my kid, expressed that he wanted a dog. I think it is a CRIME to NOT allow a kid to have a dog. I have always had a dog. There is always a good by. That is a sad day but the good times are the ones you remember the most. So we went to the pound.
I'm still saddened by the experience. Even though we are bringing one home I feel somehow guilty for the countless ones I left behind.