Thursday, September 13, 2007

GGNRA, Go Away! (Part 2)


Well, Andrew and I have looked at the question of whether an "emergency situation[]" exists under 36 C.F.R Section 1.5 such that Lyin Brian O'Neill can get away with shutting down portions of the beaches we hang 'round.

We've looked at the recent science and the law, and it just doesn't work for the GGNRA. There just ain't no emergency on this "non-critical" habitat for them Plovers. It doesn't even pass the sniff test.

So, again, we must conclude the GGNRA is acting illegally. We've come up with a theme song to rid the area of these despots once and for all. It goes to the tune of "Home on the Range". Everybody sing along now

NO MORE GGNRA


In the frontyard of my home
Where no plovers roam
Where no dogs should be allowed to play
Where seldom is heard
An encouraging word
It's City property, let's take it away

Home of the GGNRA
Where the Rangers and Park Police play
Such sadistic games
Under Lyin Brian's reign
Thank dog Judge Alsup's just a heartbeat away

No more home of the GGNRA
It's time those liars went away
Send O'Neill to jail
And his enforcers to hell
They'll get along with Satan right swell

No more home for the GGNRA
Send those liars and haters away
Let's take back our land
We don't need the City's hand
Let the dogs get out and play.


Adidos federales.


Satchie

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

GGNRA, Go Away!





TO BRIAN O'NEILL, SUPERINTENDENT OF THE GOLDEN GATE NATIONAL RECREATION AREA

Dear Superintendent O'Neill:

You are in violation of the Court's ruling in United States v. Barley, 405 F.Supp.2d 1121 (N.D. Cal. 2005). In declaring that an "emergency situation[]" exists under 36 C.F.R.Section 1.5 such that you can avoid public notice and public comment before taking away my beach, you are in contempt of the spirit and letter of Judge Alsup's decision.

Andrew and I ain't gonna abide by your illegal actions -- and the proof is in the pictures. We know you simply hate dogs and are on record as stating, "I will not have dogs running loose in my Park." It's not your Park -- it's the people's Park to recreate as they see fit, and that includes off-leash recreation.

Since you must have forgotten what the Court stated, here are some of its findings. You need to re-read them (or read them for the first time) because those who are our guardians are not going to let you get away with it any more than they did before.

Superintendent, you've sown a bitter crop. We won't let it harvest. It's our obligation to all the dogs, particularly Big Jack. One day when you're drowning at Crissy Field or Ocean Beach, you'll look to use for rescue. We'll have to think long and hard about it. You should hope Dad doesn't have us on leashes.

Satchel & Andrew



Excerpts From United States v. Barley:

"In sum, for more than twenty years, the GGNRA officially designated at least seven sites for off-leash use. This was not accidental. It was a carefully articulated, often studied, promulgation. The responsible GGNRA officials in 1978 and thereafter presumably believed they were acting lawfully. Even now, the government concedes that the GGNRA had full authority at all times to relax the general leash rule at the GGNRA but argues it could have done so, at least after 1983, only via a "special regulation." In other words, the agency allegedly used the "wrong" procedure back in 1978 (and thereafter) even though a "right" procedure to reach the desired result was available and could have been used. The government has not revealed its internal justification for following the "wrong" process. Whatever it was, the justification was abandoned in 2002 with the two-word explanation that it had been "in error." With this ipse dixit, the NPS wiped away two decades of policy, practice, promulgations, and promises to the public."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

After more than twenty years of consistently approving and designating areas for off-leash dog walking, the GGNRA clearly engaged in an "activity restriction" when it suddenly reversed field, closed all areas for off-leash use, and started citing off-leash dog walkers. Not only did this activity restriction work a "significant alteration in the public use pattern of the park area," but it was of a "highly controversial nature." The whole point of Section 1.5(b) was to allow the public an opportunity to be heard before such a change occurred.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"This affirmance in no way restricts the authority of the superintendent or the NPS to "protect the resource," including the protection of endangered and threatened species. After the notice and comment under Rule 1.5(b), the superintendent is plainly authorized to adopt such closures as are reasonably necessary or appropriate to protect the resource even at the expense of fully closing the park to all off-leash use. Congress has committed the proper balance of resource protection and recreation to the park professionals. Their judgments should be respected by the courts absent a violation of the law. But here there was a violation of the law--a violation of the NPS' own regulation requiring notice and comment before making a dramatic land-use change."

Sunday, September 9, 2007

Of Champs And Pups




Finally, 'Drew and I had a full day at the beach (good riddance Grass Valley).
Fuuny thing though: Andrew was playin with a lab (he's bloody fixated) and the owner (some crazy woman) started yelling at Dad. He got that look and they said some stuff I can't repeat. What's the deal? Uh. "I'm gonna bring my dog to the beach but he can't play." Always the people who are the crazy ones! (The glazed-eye looking one touched my . . . . uh, "little Satchie".)

Anyway to get to today's point: Big ups to Karazan H2 (Hummer) for pulling off a double major last week and nailing his championship at the wee age of barely two. Just look at that big boy. And he's still growin. Gonna be just like his pappy, Gaia! Way to go buddy. (Just don't beat me up.)

I'm also a bit relieved that Huggy Bear found a "proper home" (that's Mrs. P) because Dad had that "I want him" look in his eye. Anyway, sounds like he went to a great home with lots of kids and stuff. We love ya Huggy -- even Aunt Heidi couldn't Bear (get it?) to see him go.

Of course, it wouldn't be "proper" without sending all our love and congratulations to Mrs. P on her 60th (er, 39th) birthday. Everybody, after me: "Every little thing she does is magic . . . . ."


Love,

Satchie

Saturday, September 8, 2007

Andrew Has A Girlfriend







Well, it finally happened -- Andrew's fallen in love.
With a 6-month old lab named "Kona".
I've tried to warn him that "ancestor" rhythms with "incestor" to no avail.
Just look at the two of them -- it's disgusting. He's at least twice her age!!!

And, with love has come that fog-headedness that he already had too much of to begin with. Just look at the poor lad laying in the bushes. Ridiculous!!! He won't even watch TV anymore. This kind of puppy love just won't last.

What, me jealous?
No way.
I got babes coming out my big ears.
I even let them drive my personal ride.

Oh well, one day he'll come sulking back (walking, mind you), heartbroken and looking for his buddy. I'll shun him with some guilt then accept him back. The poor boy just needs to learn life's lessons.

Now get me to the beach!!!!!!!!!

Satchie

Thursday, September 6, 2007

Of Dogs and Men, Part 2


Andrew and I have been talkin a lot lately about the anti-dog movement, a movement that pervades those who run parks, those who own property they rent, those who feel there are too many dogs and therefore we should all be spayed or neutered and, essentially, those who are ignorant.

We tried to think how to change the hating and perhaps we have found some writing that may lend some perspective to those who feel we are lesser than Man. Take a read and pass it on to those who make these value judgments and seek to impose them on us, who have no vote in the process.


Eulogy of Old Drum
George Graham Vest

“Gentlemen of the Jury, the best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it the most. A man’s reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads. The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him and the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog.”
“Gentleman of the Jury, a man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master’s side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the wounds and the sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert he remains. When riches take wings and reputation fall to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens. If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies, and when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even to death.”


Satchel & Andrew

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Too Hot To Trot, Part Two









Okay, so here it goes: you stand around in the unrelenting heat, waiting to have someone look you over as if they know you, know how you should be, and know how you are not. And they've never even met you!
Then they proceed to open your mouth, grab your chest, check to see your . . . you know, grab your tail, then stare you down again and ask you to gleefully run beneath the sweltering sky. This is called a "Dog Show".

Someone else put it very well, albeit under different circumstances:

"Summer" A Poem
(Unknown)

"Oh! Summer's Day!
A day so hot that the fleas on my stomach
are sweating.
...(Excuse me one second.)
SQUIRRELS!
DIE! GET OUT OF HERE!
I HATE YOU! I'M SERIOUS!!!!!!!
...(Please forgive me. Where was I?)
Alone. Adrift in this bleak living hell.
An olive-sized tick on the back of my...
...(Uh Oh. Excuse me.)
SCUM! GET OUT OF HERE!
I'M NOT KIDDING!
COME INTO THIS YARD AND YOU'RE DEAD!!!!!!!
(Pardon me again. I'm sorry)
My empty dish mocks me.
Will the folks with the food never come home?
Flies buzz in my brain now. My mouth full of gravel.
I search for...
ah...the hell with it."


Okay, I'm done whining for now. For in the end, Andrew and I were able to be ourselves, laying around as my best friend cooled me off with licks of love.

(Grandma Charlotte -- please get well. I can't live without you.)


Satchie.

Sunday, September 2, 2007

Too Hot To Trot



Phew.

Just got back from a show in Grass Valley (didn't see either) and dang if it wasn't the hottest place I've ever been (and I don't mean hot in a cool way). One-hundred-and-six degrees yesterday and I'm supposed to run around a bleeding ring like a lunatic. Then they pull on my legs and wonder why I yell -- uh, because it hurts!!! Not gonna say it hurts too much because Dad might take me to the vet and I don't like needles, not even the dang pine needles all over me from the campgrounds. Newfies camping in stove-like temperatures? We're water dogs!!! Okay, at least in theory.

More on the show later but first, huge congratulations to Hummer (he's so big he scares me) on a double major and his CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Ch. Karazan H2 (Hummer)". And big congrats to Momma Claire for bringing out the beauty in that big boy. Il fantastico! On another note, little baby "JJ" left for his new home on Friday. We all miss him already, especially Aunt Heidi. Just look at them. Here's to seeing you soon JJ.

Love to Mr. and Mrs. P for putting up with my whining and 'Drew's unwillingness to stay crated. And many thanks to Terri and Dave for all their help. (Gotta meet that babe 'Bella.)

Andrew and I are hitting the sack: we're hot and tired.

Sleep well Preston & Wesley; and Hummer, enjoy your steak - - well done!

Love,

Satchie