My dog Johnny saw his vet last week for his annual exam. Ordinarily, this visit is uneventful and his vet proclaims Johnny is in excellent health. However this year Dr. Young reported that Johnny’s weight had increased by 50 percent. Now Johnny is on a diet, returns for more blood work next month, and David once again received the stern warning to never feed the dogs.
David eats anything he wants and never gains…and he shares what he eats with the dogs. He simply does not understand that there are those of us including dogs who must be mindful of what we eat.
David respects Dr. Young so I am praying he will remember her words. (Yes he’s the culprit…I am the enforcer.)
Those who have seen the film National Velvet may remember the scene where everyone is at sitting at the supper table and the mother says “Don’t feed the dog.” Everyone at the table then proceeds to slip the dog a morsel of food. As the dog circles the table from hand to hand, the scene is funny. However, dogs can eat themselves to death.
I’m writing a post this evening, because I am burned out on the news. Most days, David and I watch several hours of it. Yes, we are nuts, but we have deluded ourselves into thinking that somehow if we watch it, things won’t get worse. Call it magical thinking.
A talking head had a good point recently when he said, “What we have today is a breakdown in norms.” We did not realize what a normative society we lived in until now. Norms of behavior are good. Yes, sometimes they need to change, however they support social order so you don’t want them to change overnight as Lenin wanted (and resulted in 50million deaths.) Most people believe the evolution of norms is better than revolution. I certainly don’t want devolution, and don’t think most people do.
If you are a woman or person of color, you know our social order in the US is much better today than it was 50 years ago…or was until last year. Those of us who lived through the 1930s, 1940s and 1950s know the good old “Happy Days” are a myth. As David’s dad who lived through two world wars and a depression said, “The good old days were not that good.”
For one thing, there was little help for acne if you were a teenager. And that is to say nothing of the racism, sexism and ageism, which still exist, but in milder forms in most places.
In the 70s f today, so we worked outside this morning, filling the organic wheeliebin once again.
We have medical appointments every day this week, so I will be slower to visit blog friends. I’ll get around however.