Nor am I a doggy person. I tend to be pro mammals that don't want to
eat me. Rats and mice included, unless they're in my house.
But the boy and his dog stuff isn't for me -- I mean the Harlan
Ellison story
But there was something going on there.
In part it may be that the dog isnt doing it very well. He doesn't
have a pack to learn from -- and I was struck by the quote about wild
dogs not barking. I was going to say Huskies bark; they're wild. But
of course they're not wild. They've been duped into working for us.
Thanks for the comment. It's not, as I said, an immortal poem; an
entertainment... and it has done a bit of entertaining!
L
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Sent:Mon, 8 Oct 2012 07:37:27 +1100
Subject:Re: The words of dog
These dog words spoke to me, Laurence and I'm not even a doggy
person. Dogs and salt water waves.
Something definitely going on there. The warning stuff seems to
capture it.
On Wed, Oct 3rd, 2012 at 11:33 PM, Lawrence Upton wrote:
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> A fox terrier is barking at the sea.
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> To dogs, his words might have exact meaning
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> depending on their breed and dialect.
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> It is for them that the dog barks; always;
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> even in his most intimate dealings
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> with Humans, he vocalises for the large pack
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> he fantasises -- from our point of view --
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> the pack which shall be when the world's made right.
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> Some canine thought will not translate that well
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> and seems to us flaccid, like a beach ball
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> that has been punctured by sharp teeth; or dull,
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> like something which one hopes will move, but won't.
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> Nevertheless, I'll try to give the gist.
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> He sings: Oh big area of drab water,
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> I mistrust you. Why do you keep moving?
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> I'm warning you! Be still and let me bite.
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> Ocean, if that's what you are â I doubt it â
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> don't be cowardly. Be still. I may attack.
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> Look at the mess you have made. Pathetic.
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> Is that the best you can do?
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> Disorder?
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> I've seen more chaos in my feeding bowl.
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> Just because there's a lot of you, you know...
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> I'm still warning you! I shall break contact.
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> I shall come back, when I am free, and piss
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> and I shall for a night and for a day
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> until you are polluted and ashamed
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> I will chew you into such little ponds
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> that you will not be coordinated
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> and my friends will come and drink all of you
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> I'm warning you. I don't like your size here
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> Go away now and come back much smaller.
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> I'm warning you. I'm warning you. Stop it.
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