MAGGIE CÓRDOVA / “WHY ME?”
{Chapter 1}
Hello! My name is Maggie. I'm a dog. I'm almost three years old now. My birthday's coming up soon but my boss, Mr. Steve, doesn't know it. Sometimes I really wish I could talk!
My boss, and our nice neighbor, Miss Melanie, "rescued" me from a field I was living in about two years ago. We're in California, in a place called the "High Desert." We're 70 miles to the northeast of a big city called Los Angeles; where Mr. Steve grew up. We're in the San Bernardino County.
I like it up here in the desert, though it can be very hot or cold! You just have to make some compromises and adapt to the sometimes severe weather but, it's worth it! I sure didn't like the desert much when I was homeless: and living out in that field. It's definitely no fun to always be scared; of constantly “walking on pins and needles,” or "eggshells,"as those old sayings go. I love old sayings!
My best friend is Daisy. We're a team! We live on the two acres which are fenced in on our boss's land. Daisy and I guard our territory well. At night, when Mr. Steve and Miss Melanie sleep, we're even more alert! Daisy and I patrol what Mr. Steve calls the "perimeter."
Mr. Steve says that Daisy and I complement one another. We each have strength's and weakness's. Our boss jokes that I'm the “Yin”to Daisy's “Yang.” He nicknamed me “Omega” while Daisy is “Alpha.” Daisy was also rescued by our boss and Miss Melanie. When I first got here Daisy welcomed me with open paws. Daisy took me “under her wings,” and now treats me like a younger sister. Our boss says we should be like the three Muskateers; “All for one, and one for all!”
When I was brought here Daisy showed me around. Daisy taught me what my rights and responsibilities were. I don't like to brag but, if I do say so myself, I'm a very fast learner! I love to learn; mainly because Mr. Steve and Daisy also like to learn. I like to do what they do! Our boss says he tries to learn at least one new thing every day. Daisy and I try to do this too! Mr. Steve jokes he's lucky Daisy and I are “smarter than the average dogs.” We're curious, just like him.
Since being taken in by Mr. Steve, I've come to appreciate my situation. Life can be a hard struggle, full of stress but, I now know forsure that the grass is not always “greener on the other side." Daisy would agree with me! Nothing's perfect, but Daisy and I are gratefulour boss and Miss Melanie came along. As a matter of fact, it was Miss Melanie who named me!
What's not to like! Daisy and I have free food and water. We have a nice place to live with two acres to roam. We're surrounded by beautiful scenery. The Sunrises, as well as Sunsets, are often colorful. Daisy and I like the beginning and end of each day.
Mr. Steve says most things in life are "dual" in nature; with good comes bad and with bad comes good. Although the winds are strong, our air is cleaner because of it. In the High Desert there are no street lights so it's darker than in a city. But you can see stars forever!
Our boss likes it up here in the High Desert. One reason is because there are fewer people and cars. Our boss jokes our "little patch of land" is our "relative Utopia." It's our “Shangri-la" or "El Dorado." At first, neither Daisy or I knew what Utopia meant. But now we even know what "Dystopia" is!
Daisy and I are becoming “observers of life” like our boss. We look for clues about things. I love clues! We call our land"CÓRDOVA," Mr. Steve's, and now Daisy and I's, last name. The name originated in Andalucia, in the southern part of Spain. Cordoba is a city there. My boss says our name is known in “todo el mundo,” which is Spanish for “all of the world.” In the 16th century our name traveled all the way to "New Mexico" where Mr. Steve's parents are from and many of his relatives still live. There is no such thing as "Paradise" on this earth, or in this life but, if there was, CÓRDOVA might come as close to that as possible; at least for Mr. Steve, Daaisy and I. But, of course, we're biased.
Daisy and I want to impress our boss! He's 57 years old and never married. He has no children, so we're kind of like his kids. Daisy and I enjoy it when our boss talks to us and tells us things. We're a family of three! Mr. Steve jokes that we're a "gang of three."
Our two acres are crisscrossed with paths Daisy and I have carved out over time on our patrols. We know them them by heart! These paths allow Daisy and I to more easily get from one place to another in the shortest time; like one of Rome's Legion's marching on a Roman road in the ancient world. In 1985, Mr. Steve walked on the “Via Appia,” south of the city of Rome! He took pictures of the Pope and went to Israel on that trip! Daisy and I would love to go to Israel!
Daisy's about 11 years old. She likes our “roads” because she saves energy. Daisy's smart! When she was young Daisy, like a good athlete, had the ability to get a “second wind.” I still have that ability. But, Daisy's getting old now so has only one “tank of gas.” I just love to run!
Although Mr. Steve clears away the thorny weeds, our dirt paths also keep us from getting stickers in our paws. Stickers really hurt! I don't like stickers! The first time Mr. Steve started his "Weed Whacker" I ran away as fast as my four legs would carry me. I'd never heard such a scary sound! At first I was afraid of the Weed Whacker but now I like it! But I still keep at a safe distance anyway.
We live in a small town called "Piñon Hills." “Piñon" is the Spanish word for "pine." The sign up on Highway 138, to our south, says we have almost 7,000 people. This sign also says we're at about 4,000 feet above sea level. It snows here! But, in the Summer it often gets over 100 degrees! At one time there were probably more Pine trees here in the High Desert. There were water Springs near the mountains to our south. But now, it seems as though Piñon Hills is mainly desert "scrub" at the foothills of those mountains. When our mountains have snow on them they're so pretty!
We live among many Joshua trees. Mr. Steve says the name “Joshua” came from 19th century Mormon settlers. The Mormon'sthought these “Yucca” trees reminded them of the Old Testament Prophet Joshua stretching his arms up to the heavens in prayer. Daisy thinks they might be reaching out to the Sun or the Moon! Joshua trees have sharp, pointed leaves! I was stabbed once by that jagged little tree near the front gate. But, I learned my lesson! Now I steer clear of all Joshua's; just like Daisy!
Mr. Steve says that the writer Mark Twain once joked; "After much deep and abiding thought, reflection and contemplation on the matter, I have come to the unequivocal and unalterable opinion that there is very little, if any, knowledge, wisdom, or educational value to be gained from the second kick of a mule." There is another old saying our boss likes; “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.”
On our south side, Miss Melanie has two acres parallel to ours. Right now there are four dogs living thereTheir leader is Twinky. Fawn is Twinky's “Second in Command.” Fawn weighs about 80 pounds and was leader for five years. Then Twinky, 30 pounds, took over.
Mr. Steve's nickname for Twinky is “Short Biggy.” He calls Fawn “Big Shorty.” Daisy thinks this is funny. I like Fawn and Twinky, though they bark at us a lot. Since we're all “in the same boat,” Daisy thinks we should be nice to Miss Melody's dogs. She says they're our “natural allies.” Daisy right! Twelve eyes and ears are better than four. And, six noses are better than two.
For now the “apex” leader of our “pack” of two is Daisy. Twinky's the apex leader of Miss Melody's pack. One of Miss Meanie's dogs is named Shadow. Shadow is a big, black, 14 year old male. He has a lot of gray and seldom barks. Sadly, Mis Melanie says Shadow will likely die soon. Life is too short! That's why one should try to not waste time. Time is valuable!
Mr. Steve says Miss Melanie is knowledgeable about many things. Daisy and I really like Miss Melanie! Our boss respects her opinions on plants and animals; among other things. She made him realize how fragile life can be. Along most of the south fence Miss Melanie grows green cactus. After taking out the needles she eats the "leaves" because they're good for you. Just as Joshua trees have spines, Cactus needles are sharp! Daisy and I avoid them. We give them a “wide berth.” Watching Mr. Steve use tweezers to pull a needle from Daisy's nose made me realize I like to learn what not to do by observing others mistakes.
Daisy is mostly “Australian Shepard." Mr. Steve says that she looks like a small bear. Daisy is very experienced! Miss Melanie says one dog year is equal to seven human years. So Daisy is about 77 in human years. But Daisy is still “young at heart” as they say. At her age Daisy is always looking to “work smart rather than hard.” She's become good at this! Daisy likes to always have a backup plan or “Plan B.” She's teaching me to have “fall back” positions.
Mr. Steve calls Daisy his "veteran;" whereas I'm still the "rookie." At least for the time being, I'm still the “novice” or “apprentice” to Daisy. I don't mind being “second fiddle” to Daisy! In fact, Mr. Steve expects me to help her so she'll live longer. Someday I'll likely be the veteran who shows a “trainee” the “ropes.” I'll remember how Daisy trained me!
I've been desribed by my boss as “wiry.” He says I'm "limber" and at times remind him of a Deer in the way I jump. I have short, khaki-colored hair. Daisy is stocky and covered by thick black fur. If it's really hot outside Daisy envies me. But when it snows I envy her and stay close. Daisy's like a blanket! Daisy weighs about 70 pounds. Mr. Steve says carrying her is harder than carrying a bag of cement.
Our boss has so many nicknames for Daisy and I. Because Daisy's built like a Linebacker in Football he calls her our "Butkus." She's also the "Mini Bus." Daisy's still strong! Weighing 55 pounds, Mr. Steve calls me "Barry Sanders" or his “Whippet.” I run fast and cut quickly. Daisy and I know what a Linebacker or a Running Back is! We also know what a “Coach” is.
Mr. Steve, who's kind of like our Coach, thinks that, at full speed, I resemble a “Greyhound.” Without wanting to sound arrogant, I do run fast! I know what a Greyhound is! In fact, I'm hoping someday to race against a Greyhound! It's one of my goals in life!
I love to chase Jackrabbits and Roadrunners! I'm hoping to catch one someday. When I'm chasing a Roadrunner Mr. Steve says I look like the cartoon character “Wile E. Coyote.” Roadrunners are amazing! They can even lift off the ground and glide too!
At first, before I trusted him, Mr. Steve sometimes got upset with me when I faked him out and made him fall as he tried to catch me. He said I must be part Gazelle. But now I like it when my boss cleans my eyes or checks my coat and ears for stickers or fleas. Why, Ieven let him examine and touch my stomach and hind quarters! Daisy loves nothing more than being petted and groomed.
One of my nicknames is "Spookie Tooth.” My boss says I was “spooked,” maybe not “wired” right, when I first got here. Also, that was the name of a band when he was young. Mr. Steve used to get very frustrated with me. At times I'm still overly nervous, cautious and skittish. My boss has described me as a “work in progress.” I think I'm progressing!
Mr. Steve forced me to go into the garage by putting our food and water bowls inside. At first I didn't like this at all! But now I don'tmind. In fact, I kind of like it! A bucket of water is always inside the garage so, if I'm thirsty, I have to go all the way to the back of thegarage to drink.
I'm sure glad Mr. Steve is patient. I came to him with a lot of “emotional baggage.” At times he's gotten aggravated with me. But I'ma lot better now! There were times when Mr. Steve considered getting rid of me. He thought maybe I was just too “wild.” But Daisy “putin the good word” for me. It's lucky for me that Daisy's opinion carries a lot of weight with our boss!
Some of Mr. Steve's friends told him to keep me. One lady joked that God might have sent me to teach our boss patience. When Mr. Steve considered getting rid of me some people joked that I might bring him good luck if he kept me. Mr. Steve met a Muslim man whose name he thinks was “Rafi.” Mr. Rafi reminded him, even though Muslims really don't like dogs that; "Allah favors the compassionate." This made my boss reconsider and "think twice."
Daisy and I believe we were sent to Mr. Steve for a reason. We think that our purpose is to protect our boss just like the “Praetorian Guard” protected the ancient Roman Emperors. Mr. Steve thinks I resemble a prancing Arabian Horse in the way I hold my head and tail up when I trot. But when chasing a Jackrabbit or Roadrunner I'm a lot more streamlined; Mr. Steve says “wind resistant.” My boss thinks Daisy, who has no tail, trots and runs like a small tractor or little Bulldozer. One of the many nicknames he has for her is “Madame Wrecking Ball.”
Daisy's still strong! There are times she doesn't realize her own strength. Once, she “hit the brakes” late and accidentally bowled over our boss. He sprained his wrist! At first, Mr. Steve was mad at Daisy for knocking him off his feet. But he later blamed himself for not paying attention. He and Daisy won't make that mistake again! Daisy and I are fortunate Mr. Steve doesn't hold grudges. Daisy and I don't hold grudges either! Daisy is a patient mentor to me, even when I make mistakes.
Our boss often sits at his desk in his office, looking out a big window as he works. He faces the western horizon. About 100 feet from the front of our house is “Oasis” Road. At what Mr. Steve calls “Twilight” or “Dusk,” we look beyond Oasis Road. I love even boringSunsets! No one scans a horizon or fence line like me! Nothing escapes my eye. Daisy's eyes are old so she relies on me.
Daisy and I know Mr. Steve gets up early most mornings. So, at sunup, we go to his office window. It's a ritual. Daisy and I look forward to each day. We try to make every day productive; just like our boss. But Daisy and I really look forward to breakfast and dinner too! Just after daybreak or "first light," if Mr. Steve is in his office, below the window, I hop around in small circles while giving him my best sympathy whimper. Daisy just stands there looking hungry.
Oftentimes, Mr. Steve opens up the window and asks “Are you girls hungry.” Well, both Daisy and I know what those words mean. You don't have to ask us twice. I sprint for the back patio with Daisy jogging slowly after me. The daily routine below Mr. Steve's window works most of the time; but not always. Sometimes Mr. Steve is talking on the phone for his job. So we just have to wait.
Mr. Steve, Daisy and I love the first rays of sun, when the sound of crickets is replaced by the musical chirping of birds and the crowing of Miss Melanie's Rooster. It's like magic to me! Also, I just love to celebrate! It's one of my favorite things to do!
Sunrise, as does the beginning of Spring, makes Mr. Steve, Daisy and I feel alive and renewed. We all also like the smells and sights of sunup; especially during Spring. Most people celebrate their “New Years” on the first day of January. But not Mr. Steve, Daisy and I! In our household March 21, the first day of Spring, is the beginning of our new year. Daisy really likes Easter!
At Dawn on most mornings, before we check at his office window, Daisy and I go to either one of the two windows in Mr. Steve'sbedroom. We listen; knowing that Mr. Steve often brushes his teeth while listening to a really good song called “La Primavera” (“The Spring” in Latin). This song was written by Antonio Vivaldi, (1678-1741). Daisy and I have come to really like this song! Mr. Steve says La Primavera is part of Vivaldi's “The Four Seasons.” He sometimes plays it on his “Boombox” when he's working out in the yard. LaPrimavera has now become part of the soundtrack to our lives; as have other songs.
Mr. Steve admires the Native American Shawnee Tecumseh (1768-1813). He once read Daisy and I a quote of Chief Tecumseh's; “In the morning, give thanks for the light, life, strength, food and joy of living. If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself.” Daisy and I at times wish we could read! It seems like such an unbelievable thing to be able to do!
It's often in the soft glow of early morning that Daisy and I realize, compared to other dogs, we have it made! Mr. Steve jokes that, in a sense, the three of us get to be “born again” every day! I had never thought of that before!
Daisy and I bark when people walk, or ride bikes or horses past out on Oasis Road. We let them know we see them. One time a braying, kicking Donkey got loose on Oasis Road. Three men were chasing him. It was amazing! Even old Shadow was barking at that Donkey! I like Donkeys! Mr. Steve said the men chasing that Donkey looked like the “Three Stooges.” I sure wish we could have met the Three Stooges! Daisy says they seemed like really nice guys. But, Mr. Steve tells us the Three Stooges, who were mostly brothers, died years ago. Too bad we have to die!
Our boss owns a half acre of undeveloped desert behind our house; to the east. There are big Bugs there. Scorpions, Lizards,Snakes, Jackrabbits and Quail also live in our half acre. Mr. Steve likes to walk back there. Miss Melanie also owns half an acre behind her property. But she converted hers into a corral. Right now there's a tall (16 “hands”), light brown mare named Sonata in Miss Melanie's corral. Sonata seems nice.
Sonata, who weighs about 1400 pounds, was rescued by Miss Melanie. She has a black mane and tail. Sonata stays to herself and doesn't bother anyone. Daisy likes her. People have joked that Miss Melanie and “Sonata,” which is a “musical composition for one or two instruments,” should be able to make “good music” together. For a time there was a Donkey named Dolly living in Miss Melanie's corral. Dolly could hear even better than Daisy and I; which is saying a lot!
As Daisy gets older her eyesight gets worse. But her hearing and sense of smell seems to be improving! If something was out on theback dirt road at night Daisy notices first. When Dolly the Donkey noticed she would bray and kick the fence hard. Mr. Steve believes that one night there was a Mountain Lion on our back dirt road. He saw tracks the next day! I must admit, Donkeys have impressive ears. Daisy says it's small wonder Donkeys can hear so well. She says we'd hear better too if we had big ears like a Donkey.
Jackrabbits also have really big ears! The first time I ever saw a Jackrabbit I couldn't believe my eyes! In fact, I flinched! And my heart beat faster!
Sadly, Dolly the Donkey died some time back. She was old. I miss Dolly's scent and voice. Daisy and I still think fondly of Dolly. She left a good legacy in our minds. I sure hope that Miss Melanie someday gets another Donkey! We sure like Donkeys!
Living alone out in that field I learned when to fight and when to run. Mr. Steve says I was like a Poker player who has to know when to "hold," or when to "fold" his cards. Mr. Steve says I'm a good "bluffer." This is funny because he's told Daisy and I that it's usually not a good thing when image becomes more important than reality.
The Australian Shepard in Daisy makes her first instinct to "herd." Mr. Steve laughs when he sees Daisy trying to pin me into one of the corners of our two acres. Daisy is like the famous Boxer Joe Frazier, who was good at “cutting off the angle” against faster opponents. Unfortunately for Daisy, I'm as hard to catch as Muhammad Ali. I can move quickly! Mr. Steve jokes that trying to herd me is like trying to herd a cat, or catch a greased pig. Daisy has now pretty much given up on trying to box me into corners. But, sometimes she can't help herself. It's in Daisy's nature to herd. Telling her not to do it would be like telling me I could never run again!
Mr. Steve once told us that, in ancient Greece, when people like Alexander the Great wanted to know their future, they went to afamous city called Delphi. Inside a Temple in Delphi, one paid a girl called an “Oracle,” or “Pythia,” to go into a trance and speak in code. Supposedly, the "Sibyl" had a “direct line” to the God Apollo. The person who was paying the Oracle had to interpret what the Prophetess said in predicting his or her future. But, the Pythia usually spoke is “gibberish” so this was sometimes a really hard thing to do.
Before a person went into the Priestess' chamber, they read the words carved on the marble walls; "KNOW THYSELF" and "NOTHING IN EXCESS." One was supposed to keep these words in mind when trying to "decipher" the Pythia. Many didn't. Mr. Steve says there are stories of people like Kings getting it wrong and making big mistakes. They misinterpreted the words! Our boss thinks it's good to keep those words in mind even when not listening to an Oracle. Daisy does. I try to do it but it's hard for me to not want to do things "in excess.”
Sometimes, when Daisy tries to corner me I let her catch me. We then play fight. But, after a while it becomes obvious Daisy hasme at a disadvantage on the “inside.” In what Mr. Steve calls our “Grappling,” Daisy uses her weight and strength as leverage. It's too bad there's no such thing as an Olympics for Dogs! We should invent a dog Olympics and make a lot of money! It would be great! Mr. Steve handles the money and doesn't like gambling but, I'd risk some of our money betting Daisy could win a medal in wrestling! I could represent us in running!
When Daisy starts to get what our boss calls the “upper hand” in our “Rugby scrum,” I just jump back and then dart quickly out of Daisy's range. When we're done playing Daisy goes off and rests; usually on her blankets inside the garage. We both feel better. Mr. Steve says that “play fighting” might be good practice for Daisy and I. He tells us it's like an unemployed musician who keeps up his “chops;” just in case a job comes up.
There are times when Daisy does not want to play with me. She gives me a low growl and I know to leave her alone. When Daisy wants to be alone I sometimes go and lay down too. I'll chew on a piece of wood or, one of the toys or rawhide bones which we have stashed about. But, the truth be told, I could play and run all day with no problem! I love to run! Daisy, not so much.
At times I still have nightmares when I sleep! I dream about that field; of being homeless, with no friends or any hope for a better future. I lived a life of peril, isolation and fear. I was so lonely living out in that field. I'm sure glad I'm here now. At times, it seems too good to be true! How could I have gotten so lucky? Is life just random chance with no purpose or “rhyme or reason?”
There are still times when I'm frightened and jumpy but, now I'm never lonely and have renewed hope. But, best of all, I have a friend in Daisy! I fit in here! Mr. Steve says if a person has one good friend in a lifetime that's a gift because many don't. I have Daisy!
Because Mr. Steve and Miss Melanie saved me I sometimes think, perhaps, they were my Guardian Angels. Maybe that's why I've come to love Angels so much! Who knows? I might be dead by now if I hadn't come here. You might say my life is a sort of “redemption.” I have a second chance and can begin again! Mr. Steve calls it a “Tabla Rasa” (Latin for “Blank” or “Clean Slate”).
There are times when I feel a bit guilty. I wonder why I survived when so many other Dogs and Cats don't? But, at least I haven't had any bad dreams lately! I've been sleeping well. I'm grateful for that. I used to be a bit “self-pitying.” But not any more because I know that our boss likes people who don't blame things for bad luck or life's frequent unfairness. Mr. Steve thinks one should take responsibility for ones own mistakes. He once told us that President Truman had a sign on his desk which read; “The buck stops here!”
Our boss was raised Catholic. In the San Fernando Valley, through eighth grade, he went to a “Parochial” school called SaintFerdinand's (“San Fernando” in Spanish). Nuns in full black “Habits” were Mr. Steve's teachers. Mr. Steve and his classmates, who at times gave them grief, recall these decent women fondly as “Penguins” or, “Pinguinos” in Spanish. Daisy and I have at times wondered what a real Penguin would sound or smell like!
Our boss was influenced by the Nuns at Saint Ferdinand's; many of whom were Scotch-Irish. All are gone now; except in his memory. As much as possible, our boss tries to practice the Christian “Golden Rule” as taught to him by the Nuns. Daisy and I believe in that rule. It seems like a good idea!
A Nun named Sister Rita Joseph was the first one to tell our boss to never stop learning. She said; “The day you stop learning is the day you start to die.” Daisy and I are what she would have called “lifetime learners.” A Nun named Sister Clara Joseph once told Mr. Steve that, in life, there are often more things to be unhappy about than to be happy about. So she said, at times, it's necessary to make a “conscious effort” to be happy; even if for no other reason than for those around you.
Daisy and I are happy! We're always alert! Both of us hear and smell things from far away; especially Daisy. Also, as Mr. Steve believes, us females have a “sixth sense” that most males don't have. We “feel” things. Our boss tells us that a female's “intuition” is one of the reasons why males simply cannot live without females. He says very often “two opposites create one whole.” Our boss thinks females tend to “civilize” males, often by acting as their “conscience.” That's why on a televised Football game, the players on the bench yell “Hi mom!” if they see a camera.
Mr. Steve says Abraham Lincoln once said; “The hand that rocks the cradle is the power which rules the earth. All that I am andall that I will ever be I owe to my mother.”
Sister Rita Joseph was the one who told Mr. Steve that there are only two types of people in the world, from any group, race or culture; “decent” and “indecent.” Our boss says the first group is composed of flawed but “basically decent” people who have a conscience. They usually do the right thing; but not always.
The second category of people are those who are “basically indecent.” These people often don't have a conscience but sometimes are capable of doing the right thing. Sister Rita Joseph also told Mr. Steve that no group has a "monopoly" on good or bad."
Mr. Steve likes “decent” women like Miss Melanie. He says history proves one of the quickest ways to “tame” a wilderness or frontier is to bring in a population of decent females like Miss Melanie. This is partly because decent women don't easily tolerate indecency around children.
Our boss believes the joke phrase “His better half” did not come out of nowhere. He and his brothers and sisters have seen firsthand how, over fifty years, his mother's basic decency has influenced and benefited their father and all of those around her.
It is Mr. Steve's belief that many females possess an instinctive ability to have strong “gut” feelings. These feelings very often don't seem logical to males. Mr. Steve has told Daisy and I about stories where men like Julius Caesar ignored their females “premonitions” and paid a very high price for it. Mr. Steve owns a Roman Gladius and even some Roman knives!
I still sleep with "one eye open." Out in that field there were Coyotes, Bobcats and the occasional Mountain Lion who would have liked to eat me! But I was too smart for them! I won't be caught “flat- footed” if I have anything to say about it! Now that I live here I can relax a bit more when I sleep but, I'm still a very light sleeper. But, who's complaining!
Out in that field there were Scorpions, Lizards, Snakes and Bugs. To this day I still avoid Ants, Bees and Spiders! But, a useful thing I learned in that field; you can eat Lizard if you have to, though they don't have much meat. Since my days in that field Hawks always catch my attention! When I see one circling I go sit under the back patio and wait for it to leave. I'm glad I haven't seen any Hawks lately. I know they're not likely to attack me but, I still don't trust them! They have mean looks in their eyes!
Mr. Steve says, years ago, there were likely Eagles and even Grizzly and Black Bears in our area! What a scary thought! It makes me nervous just thinking about it! I hope to never meet a Bear! But if I do, I would do like Daisy told me; don't move. Just as my instinct is to chase something which runs from me, so is the same instinct in a Bear so, I'd just freeze in place.
Our boss tries, if possible, to make the most of bad situations. He tries to turn negatives into positives. One of his favorite jokes is; “If life gives you lemons make lemonade!” Mr. Steve says nothing's perfect and everyone has problems and obstacles to deal with. Too many see themselves as victims” but, everyone's a victim of something! Mr. Steve says it seems to be human nature to look for “scapegoats” to blame for misfortune. This is a normal “tendency” but one which we should try to "keep a tight rein on."
Mr. Steve jokes that “gregarious” is not exactly a word he would use to describe himself. But, more and more, he enjoys talking toolder people because he's old now too. Daisy's old! I admire Daisy! She's wise and has valuable insights. She's saved me time and energy.
Our boss, like Daisy, believes “Trial and Error” is the norm. But, sometimes others can tell you a shortcut which prevents unnecessary mistakes. Our boss thinks failure is normal. He says that only those who never try anything never fail. Mr. Steve and his his two younger brothers played Baseball for much of their lives. So they know that even the best hitter gets a hit only three times out of ten at bats.
It is the opinion of Mr. Steve that, in our sometimes overly competitive society, the “end result” is all that matters. But, as Sister Clara Joseph once told him and his classmates; "There are times when, even in defeat, the journey itself is just as beneficial as the bottom line. In such cases you might say the journey is the destination. You can learn in the process.”
Older people have done their trial and error so can give you ideas. Mr. Steve believes many people, but not all, can teach yousomething. I'd like to believe I'm a "Success Story." I could teach! But, of course, this is my "subjective" opinion rather than an "objective" fact. I still don't entirely trust many strangers; especially if they're holding something in their hands. I'm still a bit jumpy and frightened at times. But I'm working on it every day!
Mr. Steve, Daisy and I really like the 1960's song “Turn, Turn, Turn” by Bob Dylan. We all like even more the Byrds “cover” version of this song. Mr. Steve, who plays drums, likes the 12 string guitar on Turn, Turn, Turn. We all like the lyrics. The words to this song are from the Old Testament; To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven, a time to plant and a time to sow, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to love and a time to hate, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to speak and a time to keep silent, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to make war and a time for peace, and a time to be born and a time to die” (Ecclesiastes 3: 1-2). In my case Mr. Steve says it's now my time to thrive after my time of suffering. He says I was lucky but now probably stronger for surviving my time existing out in that field.
Oh! What's that sound? Daisy's barking out near the front gate. So is Fawn over in Miss Melanie's yard! And there goes Twinky barking too! I'll bet there's something happening on Oasis Road! I'd better go! That's not Daisy's emergency bark so it's likely not that important but I should check on it anyway. You never know when that one in a million comes up and a bad person tries to invade us. As Mr. Steve and Daisy often say; “It's better to be safe than sorry.”
If nothing else, I'll just go and give Daisy moral support. I love Daisy! We count on each other. She's my friend! Besides, this gives me a perfect excuse to run my fastest! I love to run as fast as I can! It's one of my favorite things to do!
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{Chapter 1}
Hello! My name is Maggie. I'm a dog. I'm almost three years old now. My birthday's coming up soon but my boss, Mr. Steve, doesn't know it. Sometimes I really wish I could talk!
My boss, and our nice neighbor, Miss Melanie, "rescued" me from a field I was living in about two years ago. We're in California, in a place called the "High Desert." We're 70 miles to the northeast of a big city called Los Angeles; where Mr. Steve grew up. We're in the San Bernardino County.
I like it up here in the desert, though it can be very hot or cold! You just have to make some compromises and adapt to the sometimes severe weather but, it's worth it! I sure didn't like the desert much when I was homeless: and living out in that field. It's definitely no fun to always be scared; of constantly “walking on pins and needles,” or "eggshells,"as those old sayings go. I love old sayings!
My best friend is Daisy. We're a team! We live on the two acres which are fenced in on our boss's land. Daisy and I guard our territory well. At night, when Mr. Steve and Miss Melanie sleep, we're even more alert! Daisy and I patrol what Mr. Steve calls the "perimeter."
Mr. Steve says that Daisy and I complement one another. We each have strength's and weakness's. Our boss jokes that I'm the “Yin”to Daisy's “Yang.” He nicknamed me “Omega” while Daisy is “Alpha.” Daisy was also rescued by our boss and Miss Melanie. When I first got here Daisy welcomed me with open paws. Daisy took me “under her wings,” and now treats me like a younger sister. Our boss says we should be like the three Muskateers; “All for one, and one for all!”
When I was brought here Daisy showed me around. Daisy taught me what my rights and responsibilities were. I don't like to brag but, if I do say so myself, I'm a very fast learner! I love to learn; mainly because Mr. Steve and Daisy also like to learn. I like to do what they do! Our boss says he tries to learn at least one new thing every day. Daisy and I try to do this too! Mr. Steve jokes he's lucky Daisy and I are “smarter than the average dogs.” We're curious, just like him.
Since being taken in by Mr. Steve, I've come to appreciate my situation. Life can be a hard struggle, full of stress but, I now know forsure that the grass is not always “greener on the other side." Daisy would agree with me! Nothing's perfect, but Daisy and I are gratefulour boss and Miss Melanie came along. As a matter of fact, it was Miss Melanie who named me!
What's not to like! Daisy and I have free food and water. We have a nice place to live with two acres to roam. We're surrounded by beautiful scenery. The Sunrises, as well as Sunsets, are often colorful. Daisy and I like the beginning and end of each day.
Mr. Steve says most things in life are "dual" in nature; with good comes bad and with bad comes good. Although the winds are strong, our air is cleaner because of it. In the High Desert there are no street lights so it's darker than in a city. But you can see stars forever!
Our boss likes it up here in the High Desert. One reason is because there are fewer people and cars. Our boss jokes our "little patch of land" is our "relative Utopia." It's our “Shangri-la" or "El Dorado." At first, neither Daisy or I knew what Utopia meant. But now we even know what "Dystopia" is!
Daisy and I are becoming “observers of life” like our boss. We look for clues about things. I love clues! We call our land"CÓRDOVA," Mr. Steve's, and now Daisy and I's, last name. The name originated in Andalucia, in the southern part of Spain. Cordoba is a city there. My boss says our name is known in “todo el mundo,” which is Spanish for “all of the world.” In the 16th century our name traveled all the way to "New Mexico" where Mr. Steve's parents are from and many of his relatives still live. There is no such thing as "Paradise" on this earth, or in this life but, if there was, CÓRDOVA might come as close to that as possible; at least for Mr. Steve, Daaisy and I. But, of course, we're biased.
Daisy and I want to impress our boss! He's 57 years old and never married. He has no children, so we're kind of like his kids. Daisy and I enjoy it when our boss talks to us and tells us things. We're a family of three! Mr. Steve jokes that we're a "gang of three."
Our two acres are crisscrossed with paths Daisy and I have carved out over time on our patrols. We know them them by heart! These paths allow Daisy and I to more easily get from one place to another in the shortest time; like one of Rome's Legion's marching on a Roman road in the ancient world. In 1985, Mr. Steve walked on the “Via Appia,” south of the city of Rome! He took pictures of the Pope and went to Israel on that trip! Daisy and I would love to go to Israel!
Daisy's about 11 years old. She likes our “roads” because she saves energy. Daisy's smart! When she was young Daisy, like a good athlete, had the ability to get a “second wind.” I still have that ability. But, Daisy's getting old now so has only one “tank of gas.” I just love to run!
Although Mr. Steve clears away the thorny weeds, our dirt paths also keep us from getting stickers in our paws. Stickers really hurt! I don't like stickers! The first time Mr. Steve started his "Weed Whacker" I ran away as fast as my four legs would carry me. I'd never heard such a scary sound! At first I was afraid of the Weed Whacker but now I like it! But I still keep at a safe distance anyway.
We live in a small town called "Piñon Hills." “Piñon" is the Spanish word for "pine." The sign up on Highway 138, to our south, says we have almost 7,000 people. This sign also says we're at about 4,000 feet above sea level. It snows here! But, in the Summer it often gets over 100 degrees! At one time there were probably more Pine trees here in the High Desert. There were water Springs near the mountains to our south. But now, it seems as though Piñon Hills is mainly desert "scrub" at the foothills of those mountains. When our mountains have snow on them they're so pretty!
We live among many Joshua trees. Mr. Steve says the name “Joshua” came from 19th century Mormon settlers. The Mormon'sthought these “Yucca” trees reminded them of the Old Testament Prophet Joshua stretching his arms up to the heavens in prayer. Daisy thinks they might be reaching out to the Sun or the Moon! Joshua trees have sharp, pointed leaves! I was stabbed once by that jagged little tree near the front gate. But, I learned my lesson! Now I steer clear of all Joshua's; just like Daisy!
Mr. Steve says that the writer Mark Twain once joked; "After much deep and abiding thought, reflection and contemplation on the matter, I have come to the unequivocal and unalterable opinion that there is very little, if any, knowledge, wisdom, or educational value to be gained from the second kick of a mule." There is another old saying our boss likes; “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.”
On our south side, Miss Melanie has two acres parallel to ours. Right now there are four dogs living thereTheir leader is Twinky. Fawn is Twinky's “Second in Command.” Fawn weighs about 80 pounds and was leader for five years. Then Twinky, 30 pounds, took over.
Mr. Steve's nickname for Twinky is “Short Biggy.” He calls Fawn “Big Shorty.” Daisy thinks this is funny. I like Fawn and Twinky, though they bark at us a lot. Since we're all “in the same boat,” Daisy thinks we should be nice to Miss Melody's dogs. She says they're our “natural allies.” Daisy right! Twelve eyes and ears are better than four. And, six noses are better than two.
For now the “apex” leader of our “pack” of two is Daisy. Twinky's the apex leader of Miss Melody's pack. One of Miss Meanie's dogs is named Shadow. Shadow is a big, black, 14 year old male. He has a lot of gray and seldom barks. Sadly, Mis Melanie says Shadow will likely die soon. Life is too short! That's why one should try to not waste time. Time is valuable!
Mr. Steve says Miss Melanie is knowledgeable about many things. Daisy and I really like Miss Melanie! Our boss respects her opinions on plants and animals; among other things. She made him realize how fragile life can be. Along most of the south fence Miss Melanie grows green cactus. After taking out the needles she eats the "leaves" because they're good for you. Just as Joshua trees have spines, Cactus needles are sharp! Daisy and I avoid them. We give them a “wide berth.” Watching Mr. Steve use tweezers to pull a needle from Daisy's nose made me realize I like to learn what not to do by observing others mistakes.
Daisy is mostly “Australian Shepard." Mr. Steve says that she looks like a small bear. Daisy is very experienced! Miss Melanie says one dog year is equal to seven human years. So Daisy is about 77 in human years. But Daisy is still “young at heart” as they say. At her age Daisy is always looking to “work smart rather than hard.” She's become good at this! Daisy likes to always have a backup plan or “Plan B.” She's teaching me to have “fall back” positions.
Mr. Steve calls Daisy his "veteran;" whereas I'm still the "rookie." At least for the time being, I'm still the “novice” or “apprentice” to Daisy. I don't mind being “second fiddle” to Daisy! In fact, Mr. Steve expects me to help her so she'll live longer. Someday I'll likely be the veteran who shows a “trainee” the “ropes.” I'll remember how Daisy trained me!
I've been desribed by my boss as “wiry.” He says I'm "limber" and at times remind him of a Deer in the way I jump. I have short, khaki-colored hair. Daisy is stocky and covered by thick black fur. If it's really hot outside Daisy envies me. But when it snows I envy her and stay close. Daisy's like a blanket! Daisy weighs about 70 pounds. Mr. Steve says carrying her is harder than carrying a bag of cement.
Our boss has so many nicknames for Daisy and I. Because Daisy's built like a Linebacker in Football he calls her our "Butkus." She's also the "Mini Bus." Daisy's still strong! Weighing 55 pounds, Mr. Steve calls me "Barry Sanders" or his “Whippet.” I run fast and cut quickly. Daisy and I know what a Linebacker or a Running Back is! We also know what a “Coach” is.
Mr. Steve, who's kind of like our Coach, thinks that, at full speed, I resemble a “Greyhound.” Without wanting to sound arrogant, I do run fast! I know what a Greyhound is! In fact, I'm hoping someday to race against a Greyhound! It's one of my goals in life!
I love to chase Jackrabbits and Roadrunners! I'm hoping to catch one someday. When I'm chasing a Roadrunner Mr. Steve says I look like the cartoon character “Wile E. Coyote.” Roadrunners are amazing! They can even lift off the ground and glide too!
At first, before I trusted him, Mr. Steve sometimes got upset with me when I faked him out and made him fall as he tried to catch me. He said I must be part Gazelle. But now I like it when my boss cleans my eyes or checks my coat and ears for stickers or fleas. Why, Ieven let him examine and touch my stomach and hind quarters! Daisy loves nothing more than being petted and groomed.
One of my nicknames is "Spookie Tooth.” My boss says I was “spooked,” maybe not “wired” right, when I first got here. Also, that was the name of a band when he was young. Mr. Steve used to get very frustrated with me. At times I'm still overly nervous, cautious and skittish. My boss has described me as a “work in progress.” I think I'm progressing!
Mr. Steve forced me to go into the garage by putting our food and water bowls inside. At first I didn't like this at all! But now I don'tmind. In fact, I kind of like it! A bucket of water is always inside the garage so, if I'm thirsty, I have to go all the way to the back of thegarage to drink.
I'm sure glad Mr. Steve is patient. I came to him with a lot of “emotional baggage.” At times he's gotten aggravated with me. But I'ma lot better now! There were times when Mr. Steve considered getting rid of me. He thought maybe I was just too “wild.” But Daisy “putin the good word” for me. It's lucky for me that Daisy's opinion carries a lot of weight with our boss!
Some of Mr. Steve's friends told him to keep me. One lady joked that God might have sent me to teach our boss patience. When Mr. Steve considered getting rid of me some people joked that I might bring him good luck if he kept me. Mr. Steve met a Muslim man whose name he thinks was “Rafi.” Mr. Rafi reminded him, even though Muslims really don't like dogs that; "Allah favors the compassionate." This made my boss reconsider and "think twice."
Daisy and I believe we were sent to Mr. Steve for a reason. We think that our purpose is to protect our boss just like the “Praetorian Guard” protected the ancient Roman Emperors. Mr. Steve thinks I resemble a prancing Arabian Horse in the way I hold my head and tail up when I trot. But when chasing a Jackrabbit or Roadrunner I'm a lot more streamlined; Mr. Steve says “wind resistant.” My boss thinks Daisy, who has no tail, trots and runs like a small tractor or little Bulldozer. One of the many nicknames he has for her is “Madame Wrecking Ball.”
Daisy's still strong! There are times she doesn't realize her own strength. Once, she “hit the brakes” late and accidentally bowled over our boss. He sprained his wrist! At first, Mr. Steve was mad at Daisy for knocking him off his feet. But he later blamed himself for not paying attention. He and Daisy won't make that mistake again! Daisy and I are fortunate Mr. Steve doesn't hold grudges. Daisy and I don't hold grudges either! Daisy is a patient mentor to me, even when I make mistakes.
Our boss often sits at his desk in his office, looking out a big window as he works. He faces the western horizon. About 100 feet from the front of our house is “Oasis” Road. At what Mr. Steve calls “Twilight” or “Dusk,” we look beyond Oasis Road. I love even boringSunsets! No one scans a horizon or fence line like me! Nothing escapes my eye. Daisy's eyes are old so she relies on me.
Daisy and I know Mr. Steve gets up early most mornings. So, at sunup, we go to his office window. It's a ritual. Daisy and I look forward to each day. We try to make every day productive; just like our boss. But Daisy and I really look forward to breakfast and dinner too! Just after daybreak or "first light," if Mr. Steve is in his office, below the window, I hop around in small circles while giving him my best sympathy whimper. Daisy just stands there looking hungry.
Oftentimes, Mr. Steve opens up the window and asks “Are you girls hungry.” Well, both Daisy and I know what those words mean. You don't have to ask us twice. I sprint for the back patio with Daisy jogging slowly after me. The daily routine below Mr. Steve's window works most of the time; but not always. Sometimes Mr. Steve is talking on the phone for his job. So we just have to wait.
Mr. Steve, Daisy and I love the first rays of sun, when the sound of crickets is replaced by the musical chirping of birds and the crowing of Miss Melanie's Rooster. It's like magic to me! Also, I just love to celebrate! It's one of my favorite things to do!
Sunrise, as does the beginning of Spring, makes Mr. Steve, Daisy and I feel alive and renewed. We all also like the smells and sights of sunup; especially during Spring. Most people celebrate their “New Years” on the first day of January. But not Mr. Steve, Daisy and I! In our household March 21, the first day of Spring, is the beginning of our new year. Daisy really likes Easter!
At Dawn on most mornings, before we check at his office window, Daisy and I go to either one of the two windows in Mr. Steve'sbedroom. We listen; knowing that Mr. Steve often brushes his teeth while listening to a really good song called “La Primavera” (“The Spring” in Latin). This song was written by Antonio Vivaldi, (1678-1741). Daisy and I have come to really like this song! Mr. Steve says La Primavera is part of Vivaldi's “The Four Seasons.” He sometimes plays it on his “Boombox” when he's working out in the yard. LaPrimavera has now become part of the soundtrack to our lives; as have other songs.
Mr. Steve admires the Native American Shawnee Tecumseh (1768-1813). He once read Daisy and I a quote of Chief Tecumseh's; “In the morning, give thanks for the light, life, strength, food and joy of living. If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself.” Daisy and I at times wish we could read! It seems like such an unbelievable thing to be able to do!
It's often in the soft glow of early morning that Daisy and I realize, compared to other dogs, we have it made! Mr. Steve jokes that, in a sense, the three of us get to be “born again” every day! I had never thought of that before!
Daisy and I bark when people walk, or ride bikes or horses past out on Oasis Road. We let them know we see them. One time a braying, kicking Donkey got loose on Oasis Road. Three men were chasing him. It was amazing! Even old Shadow was barking at that Donkey! I like Donkeys! Mr. Steve said the men chasing that Donkey looked like the “Three Stooges.” I sure wish we could have met the Three Stooges! Daisy says they seemed like really nice guys. But, Mr. Steve tells us the Three Stooges, who were mostly brothers, died years ago. Too bad we have to die!
Our boss owns a half acre of undeveloped desert behind our house; to the east. There are big Bugs there. Scorpions, Lizards,Snakes, Jackrabbits and Quail also live in our half acre. Mr. Steve likes to walk back there. Miss Melanie also owns half an acre behind her property. But she converted hers into a corral. Right now there's a tall (16 “hands”), light brown mare named Sonata in Miss Melanie's corral. Sonata seems nice.
Sonata, who weighs about 1400 pounds, was rescued by Miss Melanie. She has a black mane and tail. Sonata stays to herself and doesn't bother anyone. Daisy likes her. People have joked that Miss Melanie and “Sonata,” which is a “musical composition for one or two instruments,” should be able to make “good music” together. For a time there was a Donkey named Dolly living in Miss Melanie's corral. Dolly could hear even better than Daisy and I; which is saying a lot!
As Daisy gets older her eyesight gets worse. But her hearing and sense of smell seems to be improving! If something was out on theback dirt road at night Daisy notices first. When Dolly the Donkey noticed she would bray and kick the fence hard. Mr. Steve believes that one night there was a Mountain Lion on our back dirt road. He saw tracks the next day! I must admit, Donkeys have impressive ears. Daisy says it's small wonder Donkeys can hear so well. She says we'd hear better too if we had big ears like a Donkey.
Jackrabbits also have really big ears! The first time I ever saw a Jackrabbit I couldn't believe my eyes! In fact, I flinched! And my heart beat faster!
Sadly, Dolly the Donkey died some time back. She was old. I miss Dolly's scent and voice. Daisy and I still think fondly of Dolly. She left a good legacy in our minds. I sure hope that Miss Melanie someday gets another Donkey! We sure like Donkeys!
Living alone out in that field I learned when to fight and when to run. Mr. Steve says I was like a Poker player who has to know when to "hold," or when to "fold" his cards. Mr. Steve says I'm a good "bluffer." This is funny because he's told Daisy and I that it's usually not a good thing when image becomes more important than reality.
The Australian Shepard in Daisy makes her first instinct to "herd." Mr. Steve laughs when he sees Daisy trying to pin me into one of the corners of our two acres. Daisy is like the famous Boxer Joe Frazier, who was good at “cutting off the angle” against faster opponents. Unfortunately for Daisy, I'm as hard to catch as Muhammad Ali. I can move quickly! Mr. Steve jokes that trying to herd me is like trying to herd a cat, or catch a greased pig. Daisy has now pretty much given up on trying to box me into corners. But, sometimes she can't help herself. It's in Daisy's nature to herd. Telling her not to do it would be like telling me I could never run again!
Mr. Steve once told us that, in ancient Greece, when people like Alexander the Great wanted to know their future, they went to afamous city called Delphi. Inside a Temple in Delphi, one paid a girl called an “Oracle,” or “Pythia,” to go into a trance and speak in code. Supposedly, the "Sibyl" had a “direct line” to the God Apollo. The person who was paying the Oracle had to interpret what the Prophetess said in predicting his or her future. But, the Pythia usually spoke is “gibberish” so this was sometimes a really hard thing to do.
Before a person went into the Priestess' chamber, they read the words carved on the marble walls; "KNOW THYSELF" and "NOTHING IN EXCESS." One was supposed to keep these words in mind when trying to "decipher" the Pythia. Many didn't. Mr. Steve says there are stories of people like Kings getting it wrong and making big mistakes. They misinterpreted the words! Our boss thinks it's good to keep those words in mind even when not listening to an Oracle. Daisy does. I try to do it but it's hard for me to not want to do things "in excess.”
Sometimes, when Daisy tries to corner me I let her catch me. We then play fight. But, after a while it becomes obvious Daisy hasme at a disadvantage on the “inside.” In what Mr. Steve calls our “Grappling,” Daisy uses her weight and strength as leverage. It's too bad there's no such thing as an Olympics for Dogs! We should invent a dog Olympics and make a lot of money! It would be great! Mr. Steve handles the money and doesn't like gambling but, I'd risk some of our money betting Daisy could win a medal in wrestling! I could represent us in running!
When Daisy starts to get what our boss calls the “upper hand” in our “Rugby scrum,” I just jump back and then dart quickly out of Daisy's range. When we're done playing Daisy goes off and rests; usually on her blankets inside the garage. We both feel better. Mr. Steve says that “play fighting” might be good practice for Daisy and I. He tells us it's like an unemployed musician who keeps up his “chops;” just in case a job comes up.
There are times when Daisy does not want to play with me. She gives me a low growl and I know to leave her alone. When Daisy wants to be alone I sometimes go and lay down too. I'll chew on a piece of wood or, one of the toys or rawhide bones which we have stashed about. But, the truth be told, I could play and run all day with no problem! I love to run! Daisy, not so much.
At times I still have nightmares when I sleep! I dream about that field; of being homeless, with no friends or any hope for a better future. I lived a life of peril, isolation and fear. I was so lonely living out in that field. I'm sure glad I'm here now. At times, it seems too good to be true! How could I have gotten so lucky? Is life just random chance with no purpose or “rhyme or reason?”
There are still times when I'm frightened and jumpy but, now I'm never lonely and have renewed hope. But, best of all, I have a friend in Daisy! I fit in here! Mr. Steve says if a person has one good friend in a lifetime that's a gift because many don't. I have Daisy!
Because Mr. Steve and Miss Melanie saved me I sometimes think, perhaps, they were my Guardian Angels. Maybe that's why I've come to love Angels so much! Who knows? I might be dead by now if I hadn't come here. You might say my life is a sort of “redemption.” I have a second chance and can begin again! Mr. Steve calls it a “Tabla Rasa” (Latin for “Blank” or “Clean Slate”).
There are times when I feel a bit guilty. I wonder why I survived when so many other Dogs and Cats don't? But, at least I haven't had any bad dreams lately! I've been sleeping well. I'm grateful for that. I used to be a bit “self-pitying.” But not any more because I know that our boss likes people who don't blame things for bad luck or life's frequent unfairness. Mr. Steve thinks one should take responsibility for ones own mistakes. He once told us that President Truman had a sign on his desk which read; “The buck stops here!”
Our boss was raised Catholic. In the San Fernando Valley, through eighth grade, he went to a “Parochial” school called SaintFerdinand's (“San Fernando” in Spanish). Nuns in full black “Habits” were Mr. Steve's teachers. Mr. Steve and his classmates, who at times gave them grief, recall these decent women fondly as “Penguins” or, “Pinguinos” in Spanish. Daisy and I have at times wondered what a real Penguin would sound or smell like!
Our boss was influenced by the Nuns at Saint Ferdinand's; many of whom were Scotch-Irish. All are gone now; except in his memory. As much as possible, our boss tries to practice the Christian “Golden Rule” as taught to him by the Nuns. Daisy and I believe in that rule. It seems like a good idea!
A Nun named Sister Rita Joseph was the first one to tell our boss to never stop learning. She said; “The day you stop learning is the day you start to die.” Daisy and I are what she would have called “lifetime learners.” A Nun named Sister Clara Joseph once told Mr. Steve that, in life, there are often more things to be unhappy about than to be happy about. So she said, at times, it's necessary to make a “conscious effort” to be happy; even if for no other reason than for those around you.
Daisy and I are happy! We're always alert! Both of us hear and smell things from far away; especially Daisy. Also, as Mr. Steve believes, us females have a “sixth sense” that most males don't have. We “feel” things. Our boss tells us that a female's “intuition” is one of the reasons why males simply cannot live without females. He says very often “two opposites create one whole.” Our boss thinks females tend to “civilize” males, often by acting as their “conscience.” That's why on a televised Football game, the players on the bench yell “Hi mom!” if they see a camera.
Mr. Steve says Abraham Lincoln once said; “The hand that rocks the cradle is the power which rules the earth. All that I am andall that I will ever be I owe to my mother.”
Sister Rita Joseph was the one who told Mr. Steve that there are only two types of people in the world, from any group, race or culture; “decent” and “indecent.” Our boss says the first group is composed of flawed but “basically decent” people who have a conscience. They usually do the right thing; but not always.
The second category of people are those who are “basically indecent.” These people often don't have a conscience but sometimes are capable of doing the right thing. Sister Rita Joseph also told Mr. Steve that no group has a "monopoly" on good or bad."
Mr. Steve likes “decent” women like Miss Melanie. He says history proves one of the quickest ways to “tame” a wilderness or frontier is to bring in a population of decent females like Miss Melanie. This is partly because decent women don't easily tolerate indecency around children.
Our boss believes the joke phrase “His better half” did not come out of nowhere. He and his brothers and sisters have seen firsthand how, over fifty years, his mother's basic decency has influenced and benefited their father and all of those around her.
It is Mr. Steve's belief that many females possess an instinctive ability to have strong “gut” feelings. These feelings very often don't seem logical to males. Mr. Steve has told Daisy and I about stories where men like Julius Caesar ignored their females “premonitions” and paid a very high price for it. Mr. Steve owns a Roman Gladius and even some Roman knives!
I still sleep with "one eye open." Out in that field there were Coyotes, Bobcats and the occasional Mountain Lion who would have liked to eat me! But I was too smart for them! I won't be caught “flat- footed” if I have anything to say about it! Now that I live here I can relax a bit more when I sleep but, I'm still a very light sleeper. But, who's complaining!
Out in that field there were Scorpions, Lizards, Snakes and Bugs. To this day I still avoid Ants, Bees and Spiders! But, a useful thing I learned in that field; you can eat Lizard if you have to, though they don't have much meat. Since my days in that field Hawks always catch my attention! When I see one circling I go sit under the back patio and wait for it to leave. I'm glad I haven't seen any Hawks lately. I know they're not likely to attack me but, I still don't trust them! They have mean looks in their eyes!
Mr. Steve says, years ago, there were likely Eagles and even Grizzly and Black Bears in our area! What a scary thought! It makes me nervous just thinking about it! I hope to never meet a Bear! But if I do, I would do like Daisy told me; don't move. Just as my instinct is to chase something which runs from me, so is the same instinct in a Bear so, I'd just freeze in place.
Our boss tries, if possible, to make the most of bad situations. He tries to turn negatives into positives. One of his favorite jokes is; “If life gives you lemons make lemonade!” Mr. Steve says nothing's perfect and everyone has problems and obstacles to deal with. Too many see themselves as victims” but, everyone's a victim of something! Mr. Steve says it seems to be human nature to look for “scapegoats” to blame for misfortune. This is a normal “tendency” but one which we should try to "keep a tight rein on."
Mr. Steve jokes that “gregarious” is not exactly a word he would use to describe himself. But, more and more, he enjoys talking toolder people because he's old now too. Daisy's old! I admire Daisy! She's wise and has valuable insights. She's saved me time and energy.
Our boss, like Daisy, believes “Trial and Error” is the norm. But, sometimes others can tell you a shortcut which prevents unnecessary mistakes. Our boss thinks failure is normal. He says that only those who never try anything never fail. Mr. Steve and his his two younger brothers played Baseball for much of their lives. So they know that even the best hitter gets a hit only three times out of ten at bats.
It is the opinion of Mr. Steve that, in our sometimes overly competitive society, the “end result” is all that matters. But, as Sister Clara Joseph once told him and his classmates; "There are times when, even in defeat, the journey itself is just as beneficial as the bottom line. In such cases you might say the journey is the destination. You can learn in the process.”
Older people have done their trial and error so can give you ideas. Mr. Steve believes many people, but not all, can teach yousomething. I'd like to believe I'm a "Success Story." I could teach! But, of course, this is my "subjective" opinion rather than an "objective" fact. I still don't entirely trust many strangers; especially if they're holding something in their hands. I'm still a bit jumpy and frightened at times. But I'm working on it every day!
Mr. Steve, Daisy and I really like the 1960's song “Turn, Turn, Turn” by Bob Dylan. We all like even more the Byrds “cover” version of this song. Mr. Steve, who plays drums, likes the 12 string guitar on Turn, Turn, Turn. We all like the lyrics. The words to this song are from the Old Testament; To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven, a time to plant and a time to sow, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to love and a time to hate, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to speak and a time to keep silent, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to make war and a time for peace, and a time to be born and a time to die” (Ecclesiastes 3: 1-2). In my case Mr. Steve says it's now my time to thrive after my time of suffering. He says I was lucky but now probably stronger for surviving my time existing out in that field.
Oh! What's that sound? Daisy's barking out near the front gate. So is Fawn over in Miss Melanie's yard! And there goes Twinky barking too! I'll bet there's something happening on Oasis Road! I'd better go! That's not Daisy's emergency bark so it's likely not that important but I should check on it anyway. You never know when that one in a million comes up and a bad person tries to invade us. As Mr. Steve and Daisy often say; “It's better to be safe than sorry.”
If nothing else, I'll just go and give Daisy moral support. I love Daisy! We count on each other. She's my friend! Besides, this gives me a perfect excuse to run my fastest! I love to run as fast as I can! It's one of my favorite things to do!
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