Thursday, August 30, 2007


May I please issue my protest here and now?

Ya see, me and 'Drew were all set to go to the beach today when someone (whose name I won't mention for fear of not being fed something other than dog food) decided it was time for a bath and grooming cuz we gotta go to a show in some Dog-forsaken hot, out of the way place tomorrow.

Well, that may have sat well with poor Andrew (the youth just doesn't know the fine art of protest yet), but I was having none of it. Just look at the poor boy, all wet from the hose, all soaped up, then an hour of drying under the furnace like apparatus. (He's even seeing double!)

"Not for me" I said. "Been there, done that".

So as you can see, I made my way to the beach, had a whole lotta fun and then Dad tracked me down, leashed me and put me through the same cruel and unusual punishment that is refurbishing.

I mean, really, if I want to get wet I'll just saunter my way into the . . . . . uh, uh, I was going to say "water" but, well, I suppose I could say it although it wouldn't really be true. But just what is the truth? Truly, what is that which is and is not truthful, and who is to make that decision? Uh, can't I just follow in the steps of those who advise the President and have a failure of recollection???
"Uh, yes Senator, I understand the question but currently I have no present recollection although I may have had a past recollection that I cannot now recall."

"Hoist upon my own petard", says Dad. I don't even like the sound of that!

In ending, any and all (but not necessarily) inconsistent statements aside, please send your letters of protest to this blog. Phleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze! (Even your best recollection would be appreciated.)


Tuesday, August 28, 2007

For The Vick-tims, Part 2

Did you hear that pathetic "apology"?

"Uh, dog fighting is a terrible thing . . . . . if you get caught."

And not a single apology to the dogs he murdered and maimed!

May every year he is sentenced by multiplied by 7.

Too bad we're called Gentle Giants or we'd pay him a visit.



Sunday, August 26, 2007

For The Vick-tims

"With heavy hearts; and a tear in our eyes;
we must say goodbye.
Please understand; we've done all we could
if there was anything we could do; you know we would

I'm sitting right here; gently rub your ears
while I talk to you softly; trying to hold back the tears
The memories you gave us; we'll never forget
especially the ones; of the day we all met

One last hug; and one last kiss
you have no idea; how much you'll be missed
To look into your eyes; this one last time
you tell me it's ok; you know it's your time

Close your eyes now; and go to sleep
we'll pray to the Lord; you're soul he'll keep
Go in peace now; our good friend
we'll stay right here with you; until the end

Dream of that special day and time
when we'll meet at the Bridge; and all will be fine
We'll run and play; side by side
with a soft warm feeling; deep down inside

Your memory will live on; in each one of us
you'll always be number 1; to all of us
Have a safe journey; through the night
I promise when you awake; you'll be in God's light

So with heavy hearts; and tears in our eyes
just for now my friend; we say goodbye"

(Attributed to: John Quealy)

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Existential Crisis

Yesterday was fantastic.
Finally, Andrew and I were back at our favorite beach (Crissy Field), and we had hours of romping time.
But then it happened -- Andrew did his swimmin-thing and Dad was all over me to get into the water. Sigh! It's just not my thing.
Yes, I know I'm a Newfie and I know all the history (goodness, he's always reading books on Newfies, videos, Newfie Flix, you name it), but it just ain't in me.
And the whole "show thing". Nada. Nyet. No more grabbin my "you know what", opening my mouth, pulling on my tail. Pshaw!
So here I sit on the shoreline. Dad has left to congratulate Andrew (but look at him laying in the bushes -- the poor pup is just lost) and I am left to wonder just what Satchie is........................
I'm experiencing an existental crisis.

Okay, maybe I'm just a poser, a uh, uh, kind of a model. Not too bad, eh?

Well, this is a question to be pondered, there is no fast and easy answer.
Perhaps, in the end, I'm just lucky to have a new buddy to frolic with everyday.
Dog knows, I love him (even though he can't make his way up into the new wheels).

"Just take it one day at a time" (heard it on the Animal Planet). But, that means no beach today or next week cuz we have a show way up in the boondocks.
What's a Newf to do? (Don't say swim!!!!!!!!!!!)

Heck with it, I think I'll take a nap.



Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Because I Loved You

"I watch the western sky
The sun is sinking
The geese are flying south
It sets me thinking

I did not miss you much
I did not suffer
What did not kill me
Just made me tougher

I feel the winter come
His icy sinews
Now in the fire light
The case continues

Another night in court
The same old trial
The same old questions asked
The same denials

The shadows closely run
Like jury members
I look for answers in
The fire's embers

Why was I missing them
That whole December?
I give my usual line:
'I don't remember'.

Another winter comes
His icy fingers creep
Into these bones of mine
These memories never sleep

And all these differences
A cloak I borrow
We kept our distances
Why should it follow, I must have loved you?

What is the force that binds the stars
I wore this mask to hide my scars
What is the power that pulls the tide
I never could find a place to hide

What moves the earth around the sun
What could I do but run and run and run
Afraid to love, afraid to fail
A mast without a sail

The moon's a fingernail
and slowly sinking
Another day begins and now I'm thinking
That this indifference was my invention
When everything I did sought your attention

You were my compass star
You were my measure
You were a pirate's map
A buried treasure

If this was all correct
The last thing I'd expect
The prosecution rests
It's time that I confess: I must have loved you
I must have loved you."

(Sting, "Ghost Story")

Monday, August 13, 2007

Jack Would Be Eight Today

"Under the dog star sail
Over the reefs of moonshine
Under the skies of fall
North, north west, the Stones of Faroe

Under the Arctic fire
Over the seas of silence
Hauling on frozen ropes
For all my days remaining
But would north be true?

All colours bleed to red
Asleep on the ocean's bed
Drifting on empty seas
For all my days remaining

But would north be true?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?

Dark angels follow me
Over a godless sea
Mountains of endless falling,
For all my days remaining,

What would be true?

Sometimes I see your face,
The stars seem to lose their place
Why must I think of you?
Why must I?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?
Why would you want me to?
And what would it mean to say,
That, "I loved you in my fashion"?

What would be true?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?"

(Sting, "Why Should I Cry For You")

Sunday, August 5, 2007

Of Bibs And Bicycle Kicks

Hello from Newfoundland!
Okay, just a bit southwest.
Anyway, our Sunday was spent getting all refurbished (bathed and groomed) and we didn't even have a show. Again, what's the point?
I was as patient as I could be but this nonsense is virtually an all day affair for a Newfie -- just the bleeding drying is an hour! What's a dog to do?????

With all this pent up zest for fun, I decided to attack Andrew's bib and make a toy of it. Mmmmmmmmm, tastes like chicken!

Game on: as the video clearly shows (just scroll to the bottom of the page), the young Terranova was no match for me. I used my patented bicycle-kick defense to wear him out. He's just no match for me and easily falls pray to my deft defensive skills.

Okay, I'll admit that this is a subjective thing but even if it were an objective kinda thing, objectivity is, ultimately, subjective. So the long and short of it, no matter what you may see, is that I won. Chalk up another victory for Satchie!!!! Dad says I have some kinda "delusional" problem. I dunno what he means and pay no attention, but I smile (sort of)and he thinks all is understood. Oh how little does he know!

Ciao. Satchie