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Posted Jun-08-08 21:22:32 PDT Updated Jun-08-08 21:54:58 PDT

I dunno’ Alice.

Do we take a Left turn or right? Hmmm.

Start In the beginning… ?

Go back to the Blogs?

Or should we just ask How it works?

Perhaps the Cheshire Cat will know.

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Posted Jun-08-08 21:16:18 PDT Updated Jun-08-08 21:57:29 PDTHow 12 dogs and a blogs works:

There are links embeded within EACH of the blog posts. They will lead you to other blog posts. Altogether they form a kind of interactive story or conversation.

You can change the story conversation by changing the links that you choose.

I will be updating with new blog additions/changes daily at different times.

Where do you go next?

Well there’s In the beginning…

(That goes to the dogs.)

Or you might take a Left turn or right? Hmmm.

(That way involves the days of the Week and my underwear drawer. You might even say that it’s where you learn the answer to “What did I learn today?”)

Your choice.

I hope you have a good time.

Remember this is a writer’s journal fact and fiction live here. If you don’t know what is true and what is not? Ask.

Happy reading.

Ann

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Posted Jun-08-08 20:26:22 PDTThere was?

The dog…
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Posted Jun-08-08 20:16:29 PDT Updated Jun-09-08 06:16:44 PDTI really do like that movie “When Harry Met Sally”

In one scene Sally (Meg Ryan) tells Harry (Billy Crystal) the tale of how she broke up with her boy friend – Sheldon. Apparently Sally had Days of the Week underwear! Well Sheldon noticed that Sally never wore Sunday underwear. Never. This bugged.

So Sheldon left Sally because Sunday was missing.

When Harry asked Sally where the Sunday undies went?

Well she said they didn’t make them?

Is this true?

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(playlist? Harry Connick Jr. sound track When Harry Met Sally. I’m looking for another song for here. Suggestions? threads. kd lang. watershed. the lyrics fit beautifly but the melody is a bit meloncholy.I’m looking)

Want to read more from my underwear drawer?

Click:

Left turn or right? Hmmm.

Continue your stroll through the new 12 dog posts? Click:

The sign said three left turns is as goo… d as a right.

Back to the beginning of this weeks blog entries? Click> The dog…

Back to the Blogs
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Posted Jun-08-08 17:22:13 PDT Updated Jun-08-08 20:39:47 PDT”The dog keeps licking my bum toe. I keep telling her to knock it off but she just keeps at it.”

“Hon, you’re running like a three legged dog.”

I don’t know what that means either. Just something I heard. Once. Along time ago.

“It’s so hot– if I were a dog? I’d be panting.”

I do know what that means. LOL It’ hot!

Eventful weekend.

I called my Dad and wished him Happy Father’s Day early or real late depending on how you look at it. He sounded good. It was good I did cause he’s going to be out of town next Sunday.

Now then if you’re wondering how to get to the new set of blogs? Lemmie think. Is it a Left turn or right? Hmmm. You’re just going to have to try it out and see.

Take care,

Ann

PS Rather take the scenic route out of Blogland?

click here>>>Cinderella and the Fairtales

The express route to the Blogs is this way.

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Posted Jun-08-08 06:39:36 PDT Updated Jun-08-08 19:58:04 PDTCinderella and the Fairytales. That’d make a great name for some post modern feminist DoWop group.

Hmm.

While I’m pondering,

*here’s a story a father tells his daughter about love and his own experiences in Pre-Castro Cuba. Read about it in:

Business is business?<<< The dog…

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Posted Jun-07-08 23:42:22 PDT

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Posted Jun-07-08 23:30:07 PDT Updated Jun-08-08 20:00:47 PDTDear Readers,

The following is a story that I wrote in April. It’s not as optimistic as a dying man getting hitched. It is optimistic. If you can find it in your heart to still think love might exist after this. You can’t be pessimistic.

You can be a pessimistic optimist.

I’m not being lazy. The fact is this story fits very well into the series of stories that I’ve written already. It’s win win.

You get a good story about Love.

Win.

I don’t have to break a sweat or expend mental energy to write said story.

Win.

It’s also a story about my love life and how I have been treated by love.

I’m beginning to wonder if even Love hates my guts.

You know, I’d love to believe that love exists. I try very hard to find it. But fate keeps telling me that, for me at least, “Business is busines and Love, for you? Hahahahaha….”

And yet I am ever the pessimistic Optimist.

I know love exists.(Optimist) He’s just out there unhappily with someone else. (Pessimist)

See pessimistic Optimist.

Funniest thing about this? The person who told me this story has been happily married to the same woman for – oh- 50 something years.

I didn’t do anything in a past or current life to deserve this folks.

Unless of course you believe that you should, “Trust No One”. Of course, if you believe that you’ll never find love.

Afterall,

Love is all about trust.

The story begins here.

Hi ya! So how goes it? Just ate my “wheel of cheese” and now I’m ready to write about

“What I learned last night.”

Well actually not.

I was up late last night and weeeellll– I’m a bit sleepy.

Meanwhile? I’ll see if I can write something to relieve the constipation that comes from trying to eat a “wheel of cheese” .

Now, listen (imagine I’ve just gently tweeked your cheek) come back now.

I’d hate for you to miss this.

*~*(hi. I’m back)

A story for your reading pleasure.

It is the answer to the question:

“What did I learn last night?”

This is based on a family story, some elements are true some are not true. I guess only my father really knows which is which.

Who knows. It is a cautionary tale about using the word love. Hopefully it will explain but not deter. In my family it is a story to say that we have hard times, that people can be mean, and but that our hearts ought not be hardened by the experience. It is actually a hopeful, encouraging story even though it does have “hard edges”. Just like you.

This is what I learned last night.

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Here is the story.

My father. Mercy. Once a fella came to ask my father’s permission to ask me out. I know that sounds quaint, but for my father it was not. There was a fella who my father told the equivalent to “f@@@ off “. I was devistated. He was a musician. Very talented and –well– he did turn a head or two at school. He drove 40 miles just to ask my dad. Later when he “borrowed” 500 dollars from a girl he dated and didn’t bother to pay her back, my dad gently explained why he didn’t care for the fella.

Here’s his story.

“When I was a young man, I ran away from home to work on a big freighter. It was all so romantic. When the ship reached the dock in Cuba, I was ready. Here this country boy stood on the shores of Hemingway’s home. Pocket full of money and ready for the ladies I had heard so much about on the freighter. It didn’t take long to find them. There off a side street was a tropical paradise. A small courtyard bar with “ladies” in colors that dazzled my eye. Hey! I was young. I was ready to find love among the “flowers” and to prove to the fellas I was a man. To knock the dirt of my home and my father’s ways off my shoes. One particular lady caught my eye. Dark hair, dark eyes, and what I recognize now as a very “dark” look. What I thought was ‘hunger” for love that look was not. But in my young and stupid mind it only took me a second to know that she loved me. And love me she did! Days of love! Nights of love! She was a delight in my inexperienced hands. With every move, she exclaimed more that I was truly the only love she had known. I thanked her with drinks and gifts. Round of drinks I bought for her and for her many, many friends. So the big spender. For her love, I was spending with abandon.

Till the day that came time to pay the bill.

A shipmate came to find me hung over and broke. When he saw me, the look on his face. Humilation. But I would prove him wrong just like my running away was proving my dad wrong. She loved me. She’d lend me the money to pay the bill. I knew it. She’d told me so. Or my new friends, they would perhaps pitch in. It was then I learned a hard truth. As the fellas, my friends, at the bar watched? A bear of a bartender beat the heck outta me. No one lended a hand to stop it. At least not until it looked like he might actually kill me then at that point, my shipmate stopped him and paid the tab.

With tears in my eyes, as my friend helped me to my feet, I heard the words that even now I hear clear in my head.

“You said that you loved me!”, through my tears I said.

And here in daughter is the lesson I want you to learn without heartache. Why I sent that young man away. Because I remember that pain that you will be spared.

Her answer? This “beautiful flower of love” told me?

“LOVE!!!

Oh my dear stupid boy. In this place?

Business is business and love is bullsh*t!”

That was the painless lesson my father taught me. No loss not dating that musician I can tell you.

But….

It would sound as if my father was a cynic. That the beating he’d gotten both mentally and physically had made him hard against love. No. And I’m not saying that because of a daughter’s blindness to her father’s faults. The man has hard edges because of his life. You aren’t the only one with the hard life or the life lessons. No. The difference is that my father not to many years later married the woman that he still after years and years really does still love. As she loves him.

He wants me to know that. So he told me this story in order that I shouldn’t trivialize the word. That I should know the difference. You remind me of my father. All cynic and hard won edges. However I suspect, because the punch was thrown gently that under hard edges is a kind nature. Maybe not.

That’s what I’m trying to find out.

Go find a copy of the Sara Bareilles song “Love Song”. Listen to the song but read the words too. She said the words with dignity and honesty. When she was asked a love song that she just didn’t want to write she wrote “love song”.

No “wheel of cheese” needed.

Then if that doesn’t do it, I’ll give you a few glimpses at my own hardships

That’s it for today.

Exit is this way

Hope you have a great day! 😀

My goodness that rhymes!

Back to the beginning of this weeks blog entries? Click> The dog…

This way to > Blogs.

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Posted Jun-07-08 21:24:24 PDT Updated Jun-07-08 23:30:47 PDTI’m here.

Sara Barielles * Many the Miles * Little Voices

Listen, read the lyrics then go to > Good evening Blogland.

I’m here. So are you. Have faith.

LOL Life is an adventure

Hugs 2u.

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Posted Jun-07-08 21:21:53 PDTThe sun is going down. I can see the last light of day.

Walking Buddy and I did indeed go our separate ways today. He spent the day with his brother. I read and wrote on the internet. Missed the ball game though. Dogs and birds got fed. Missed the concert. It happens. I hate to bush hog now because the grass is stressed enough. Normally it doesn’t go dormant this early but then we still need the rain. At least the rivers are full. That’s important to our state.

From the looks of it there will indeed be a wedding. I’m glad. There are still decisions left to make and promises yet to keep. A wedding to plan.

There are decisions for our family too. Walking Buddy and I have our own changes.

We’ve been on the same path for a long time. We’ve walked together and separately. Then there’d be a fork in the road and we’d part ways only to end up back together on the same path. We’re joined together by Pup. I told him that. We are family because of Pup. That never changes even though our individual paths do.

I told you. I don’t make plans. Something always changes them. Outdoor concerts in the balance with dying brothers. Fun in the sun in the balance with being a parent. Sometimes they balance some days no. You end up having to choose.

Somethings always more important.

And this is a something more important. We are looking at big changes in our lives. The road ahead. This is the other side of day. When we anticipate the sunset of life. Time to rest up for the next day. A time when we will again see the cosmos that weren’t visible to us during the day.

Our day was different. Our path was different. Now it’s the evening star not the morning star we see.

So dear reader, you too have come to a fork in the road here at 12 dogs. You can go either way or both. Like me and Walking Buddy, no matter which path you are taking. You will end up at the same place- home. You, me, the blog we are for this moment connected.

Not to worry. We aren’t dead. Tomorrow Walking Buddy’s brother will see the morning star. He’ll wake up and say so long to his family. He’ll go home to plan his wedding. To live each moment of his day. So will we. Maybe we should all celebrate with optimism. Same as Walking Buddy’s brother. It’ not over.

You’ll see tomorrow another day.

It’s just time to rest until we see the Morning of the next day.

Playlist? Morningside Sara Bareilles Little Voices
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Posted Jun-07-08 05:51:29 PDTI’m here.

Sara Barielles * Many the Miles * Little Voices

Listen, read the lyrics then go to >Good morning Blogland

I’m here. So are you. Have faith.

LOL Life is an adventure

Hugs 2u.

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Posted Jun-07-08 05:26:06 PDTThe sun is coming up. I can see the first light on the lawn. There are decisions left to make and promises yet to keep. In an hour I will know which way the day will go. I have an idea already. I know how important family is. I’m pretty sure that Walking Buddy will spend the day with his brother. Together they’ll tell their mother the news. The good news and the bad. Before he goes, I’ll ask him to go walk with me. We’ll talk. I won’t go with him. He needs to be with his brother. Without me. Without Pup. We have humored him. We have showed him Tv;s Craig Ferguson. Pup took him shopping and to the bookstore. He seems okay for someone who’s found out such news. Then we’ll come back. We’ll feed the dogs and the birds. Shower. He’ll leave and I’ll stay.

We been on this circular path for a long time. We walk together. Then there’s a fork in the road and we part ways only to end up back together on the same path. We’re joined together by Pup. I told him that. We are family because of Pup. That never changes even though our individual paths do.

While he is gone? We’ll clean and read and maybe catch a ball game on the television. I was going to a big outdoor concert today. Country music. It’s been going on since Thursday. Today is the big final. Hank Williams, Miranda Lambert. I would have been in country music happiness. I was going to take Pup along. See if he could stand all that country music. He’d have been good company. Walking Buddy was going to hang out here and bush hog the field then get some rest. I told you. I don’t make plans. Something always changes them. Something always more important.

And this is a something more important.

Our days will be different. Our paths will be different. Today’s blog entry should be that too. So dear reader you have come to a fork in the road here at 12 dogs. You can go either way or both. Like me and Walking Buddy, no matter which path you are taking. You will end up at the same place. You, me, the blog we are for this moment connected.

You’ll see.

Morning of the next day.
Playlist? Morningside Sara Bareilles Little Voices
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Posted Jun-07-08 04:31:49 PDT Updated Jun-07-08 09:15:38 PDT

Walking Buddy is awake. I can hear the floor boards creak on his way to the bathroom. It’s time for our walk.

You have a walk too if you want. A stroll through 12 dogs. No matter what path you take, I hope that you have a good day and a great weekend.

Your path begins here. Don’t worry your path is just a short morning stroll. Nothing drastic.

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Muffbro wrote on his blog about how each of us represents a universe of sorts. We aren’t just one person. We are a universe of people and experiences. Early this morning I went to see Newt’s page. There’s a video from the musical group Lacuna coil. The song called Stars. You can go to her blog, NewtlovesRock, to see the video. Or you can follow the second path and read the lyrics there. Funny how the words seemed connected to our day. One line of the song startled me. It was a line that fit the many interconnect paths today.

“…I’ll watch the stars go out….”

This way leads you to path one:

At dawn, the beginning of a new day, I watch the stars go out. This isn’t a sad thing. It means that another day, a new day, has begun. I have one more day to start over. To bring some good to the world. Another chance regardless the day before. Each moment is another star, another chance to shine. This section will be happy. It is for the morning of the day. Like a Saturday morning full of life.

As a matter of fact, What I learned last night surprised me.

“… I’ll watch the stars go out…”

This way leads you to path two:

At death, another star in our universe disappears to us. Not to worry though because they are still there. Just like stars are still in the sky during the day. We just can’t see them anymore. But they can see us turn and shine. This section is sad in someways and happy in others. It’s for Walking Buddy and his brother.

A Universe is Full of Stars. A life is f…ull of moments.

No matter which path you choose this morning. They are ironically the same in one aspect. They are in their core optimistic. They are full of love.

And both of these pathways will lead you back here to 12 dogs and to me.

Maybe we will talk about our walks later. I hope so.

Hugs.

Hope you have a good journey and a great day.

Ann

There’s another path that may emerge. Maybe another story not sure yet. This story doesn’t feel optimistic at all. Very sad.
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Posted Jun-07-08 04:12:57 PDT Updated Jun-07-08 06:20:50 PDTIs it asking too much to be given time
To know these songs and to sing them
Is it asking too much of my vacant smile
And my laugh and lies that bring them
But as the stars are going out
And this stage is full of nothing
And the friends have all but gone
For my life my God I’m singing
We’ll take our hearts outside
Leave our lives behind
I’ll watch the stars go out…
Is it asking too much of my favorite friends
To take these songs for real
Is it asking too much of my partner’s hands
To take these songs real
Is it asking too much
Is it asking too much

Lacuna Coil Stars lyrics

I missed it. I was so cocky. It had been a long, difficult day but for a bit we were able to laugh.

We needed that laugh.

I waited like everyother time for the smile or the joke.

Then nothing. Just I’m sleepy.

But you know what? Something did happen.

My heart did a leap.

What in heavens name was this?

I’m asking fate to change. There is another path I want to cross in a good way not a bad. I’m taking advice from Walking Buddy’s brother.

I’m listening to my heart.

This is nuts.

You see I missed you.

I just sat there feeling all kinds of funny.

But not so funny.

My rational brain is saying,

“I don’t know you and this isn’t supposed to happen.”

But my heart is desparately praying,

“If I promise to spend the rest of the weekend being miserable, will you promise to spend the rest of next week being kind. Will you give me extra hugs, send affection? Will you finally say….”

See.

Just stupid.

I’m sorry. It’s a weird feeling for me. Not supposed to happen under the circumstances. Really. Maybe it’s just listening to what’s going on with Walking Buddy’s brother. Another knee jerk reaction.

But I don’t think so.

And that’s got me spooked.

Will spend the rest of weekend reading and hiding out from the world.

It’s for the best.

But come Monday, I’ll have a knot in my stomach and a dread in my heart. I’ll gather myself up and prepare to be kicked.

I’m just hoping that instead of a kick there’ll be something wonderful.

Maybe.

Not the end of this pathway. Will update continuously.

Hugs. Ann

In the mean time you can.

(…note. even if you leave this point, you can come back anytime to continue this path…)

To go back to the beginning:

click > Morning of the next day.

To continue down path two:

click >A Universe is Full of Stars. A life is f… ull of moments.

To find out what is going on with Walking Buddy and his brother:

click >How are ya’. …”

To go back to Blogland:

click >Blogs

Which ever path you take, I hope that it ends with you having had a good day and a great weekend.

Remember though all paths will lead to “home”.

Take care,

Ann

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0 commentsA Universe is Full of Stars. A life is full of moments.
Posted Jun-07-08 02:57:01 PDT

For Walking Buddy and his brother.

Twin spirits of the same mother.

Forget me not.

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Posted Jun-06-08 19:19:48 PDT Updated Jun-07-08 02:49:05 PDT

Is it asking too much to be given time
To know these songs and to sing them
Is it asking too much of my vacant smile
And my laugh and lies that bring them
But as the stars are going out
And this stage is full of nothing
And the friends have all but gone
For my life my god I’m singing
We’ll take our hearts outside
Leave our lives behind
I’ll watch the stars go out…
Is it asking too much of my favorite friends
To take these songs for real
Is it asking too much of my partner’s hands
To take these songs real
Is it asking too much
Is it asking too much

Lacuna Coil Stars lyrics

What was he thinking?

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Posted Jun-06-08 19:03:06 PDTFunny what people think and when.
For some things are the end of the world for others it’s just the beginning.

What did you learn last night and today?

I don’t know what you learned but I learned…
that the last thing on a person’s mind might not be what you think.
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Posted Jun-06-08 18:20:59 PDT Updated Jun-06-08 19:04:33 PDTA quiet one. Softly. As if whispering in his ear.

“Seems a shame. Seems a shame. Seems a shame to miss seeing your son and his son.Turn around. Turn around. Then turn around again. Then you’ll be right.

The news was so bad. He stood looking at the concrete below. Thinking to himself. Wondering what his last thought would be. That’s when he heard the voice

“…Go home…”

So he did. He didn’t know how she’d take the news. What they would do.

You’d think he’d justa layed down and di…ed.

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Posted Jun-06-08 18:04:23 PDT Updated Jun-06-08 20:19:44 PDTSome folks just have enough and give up.

Some folks just up and get married.

Like dancing in a mine field it is.

Love still lives in some of the darkest days.

Lovers dancing in the midst of a storm

Living with With Arms Wide Open
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Posted Jun-06-08 18:01:49 PDT Updated Jun-06-08 19:10:56 PDT

Well I just heard the news today
It seems my life is going to change
I close my eyes, begin to pray
Then tears of joy stream down my face
With arms wide open
Under the sunlight
Welcome to this place
I’ll show you everything
With arms wide open
Well I don’t know if I’m ready
To be the man I have to be
I’ll take a breath, take her by my side
We stand in awe, we’ve created life
With arms wide open
Under the sunlight
Welcome to this place
I’ll show you everything
With arms wide open
Now everything has changed
I’ll show you love
I’ll show you everything
With arms wide open
If I had just one wish
Only one demand
I hope he’s not like me
I hope he understands
That he can take this life
And hold it by the hand
And he can greet the world
With arms wide open… (creed)

Well I just heard the news today.

It was the sound When Yin and Yang colide.

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