“When a dog barks at the moon, then it is religion; but when he barks at strangers, it is patriotism!”

Today is warm and lovely. Sunlight slants through the oak trees in the backyard. Henry stays outside longer in the warmth. I sometimes go out with him and wait on the deck. He plays his deck game with me, run up one set of stairs and across the deck then down the other set then up again. We’ll play later as the bird feeders need to be refilled.

When I was a kid, going to mass on Sundays was mostly an inconvenience. If I didn’t go with my father, my brother and I walked together to a later mass. We could go upstairs or down. Our favorite upstairs pew was the last one in the church. It held only two people. It had no kneeler so we had to sit the whole mass. We loved it. Downstairs was much smaller and sometimes we had to stand in the back. There were racks on the back wall with free pamphlets and saint stuff. I used to read them while mass was going on. When I got older, I cleverly hid the book I was currently reading in the follow along with the mass book. Mass always seemed to end quickly.

The best parts of every Sunday were the comics in the newspaper and Sunday dinner, aways special, always a roast of some sort. When I was young, we had turkey on Thanksgiving and Christmas so it was never part of a Sunday dinner. We had roast chicken, pork and my personal favorite, roast beef. The potatoes were always mashed. The other vegetables were mostly canned except for carrots. We didn’t like the carrots until my mother mashed them and mixed them in with the mashed potatoes. She somehow explained away the orange color, and we bought it.

Henry and I hear sounds. I turn off the TV volume to check and mostly the sounds disappear, muted by the remote. A few keep going. They’re real. Henry hears the barks from the house on the corner across the street. I heard bells last night. I looked out the doors and saw nothing. I’m still curious. Henry will be sleeping soundly on the couch, or seemingly soundly, when he’ll jump up, start howling and run to one door or the other where he’ll continue his howling. That scared the heck out of me until I realized Henry is the dog who cries maybe I heard a noise. Now, I open the door so he’ll see nothing. He does look and so do I just in case.

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7 Comments on ““When a dog barks at the moon, then it is religion; but when he barks at strangers, it is patriotism!””

  1. Christer. Says:

    Mostly grey and dull here today but nicely warm and withe a lukewwarm wind blowing. My neighbours had a fire in the garden again today and it smelled wonderful, it really smalled like autumn πŸ™‚

    A horse came walking by here today and Albin went crazy. The horse rider said it was ok since the horse is used to barking dogs πŸ™‚ I answered that Albin still needed to behave as if he wasn’t crazy πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ Otherwise he’s been acting rather good for a few days now.

    Last week I did hear bells ringing but I just couldn’t figure out from where the sound came πŸ™‚ Turns out that it as the beekeepers ringing the bells on their bikes πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ My mail had been put in their box so they tried to get my attention πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

    Have a great day!

    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Christer,
      It stayed really nice today. I got out on the deck with Henry and it was still warm around 2. My deck is covered in leaves. I still need to cover the furniture, but it has to be blown clean first.

      Henry goes crazy when dogs are walked on my street. I shut the front door, no seeing, no barking. When he runs out the dog door, I wonder what must be in the yard, but I never see anything. He has chased squirrels without any luck. They go right up tree.

      You found the cause of your bells. I am still wondering. Maybe it was the chimes, but they, I think, have a different sound.There is a bell by the door, but I know that ring. I wonder.

      Have a great evening!

  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Yesterday afternoon I sat out on our patio enjoying the beautiful weather. Today the clouds are supposed to clear up but haven’t yet and the high temperature will only reach 73Β°.

    Dogs have much better hearing and sense of smell than us. They can recognize our footfalls before we hear anything. We have evolved to use our large brains for protection and they evolved with excellent hearing and smell to give them a head start on predators. We can just out smart them. πŸ™‚

    We used to get the newspaper paper daily, but we didn’t have time to read it and on most days it would up in the trash. Eventually we switched our subscription to weekends only and even then we never could get through the entire paper. I used to read the Business section, Sports and the front page. Now days, I read a variety of news sources on my iPad which has expanded my news brain and it’s better for the environment. πŸ™‚

    My only fear about Trump not conceding the election is the amount of damage he can do with executive orders and pardons for the next three months. Can he preemptively pardon his family members or even himself? With a Supreme Court made up of six conservative justices, three of which he appointed, no one really can predict how they will rule in such a case.

  3. Hedley Says:

    Ha, the great Turkey debate. Mrs MDH and I have long battled over the issue of both Thanksgiving and Christmas. Our traditions are different so the unfortunate bird overlaps both holidays but not without a major battle

    70s in Michigan and I am moving away from any utterance from loser 45 , Malingerer of the sycophants

    • Bob Says:

      Normally, I’m not a fan of Turkey. I enjoy dark meat and commercial turkeys are bred without much thigh meat. However, last Thanksgiving we had a smoked turkey from Costco that was surprisingly good. I would rather have a Honey Baked Ham.

      • katry Says:

        I like turkey, both white and dark meat, and I love the day after sandwiches. I haven’t cooked in years as we went out to eat. I’ll check around to see if I can order a dinner.

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      When we were older, the turkey appeared only at Thanksgiving. At Christmas we usually had roast beef. It was ham at Easter. None of us objected to the loss of the turkey.

      His court cases will be dismissed.

      He golfed both weekend days. Why not? He is the lame duck!!!


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