The Edge

When I started on this odyssey I was very near death and the prognosis was questionable. That was back in May or something like it. Bones and I have come a long way since my first postings.

It has been postulated that an artist must suffer to produce anything of substance. The blues is a case in point. The blues started with players that actually had the blues, people that lived through some gritty times and came out the other side to share the pain theonly way they knew how, with a guitar or a horn or a voice, you get my drift. The query is, 

"If you ain't got the blues how can you play them?"

"Starving artist" is a term applied liberally to many genres of creation. Many tortured souls working for nothing bleeding into their work. 

Bones always thought you had to have an edge to maintain any integrity in your performance. Frugality was necessary for the process to flourish. I had lived on the edge for a long time before I met Bones, Meg, and Jesse.

Like I said when I first started this journey, the pain was intense; my future was questionable. I had, I guess you could say, the doggy blues. As I got better the edge I had been living on became less painful so in my case I was able to see many things more clearly than ever before. The up-shot is life took a nasty turn, life took a good turn, and life took a great turn.

When Bones got in that accident a lot of very nice people stopped on the road to help him. That was an omen to not give in to negative thoughts. Besides, as Bones had often said, if you ain't felt the pain how could you write, sing, or play anything real. 

Along came Deb, I don't know how it happened. I had met her once at the beach and she took some great shots of me with her camera. I really never gave it a second thought because I knew what a great subject I was to shoot (with a camera). We walked on the beach a few times after that and I began to like her a lot. She always brought treats and let me ride in her nice car. 

When she took Bones out of the hospital and opened up her house to him she also took me in and shared her house life and love with me. The 3 cats in her life, Murphy, Percy, and JuJu, were suspicious of us 2 interlopers. I tell you this: I did not mind taking a back seat to these guys. It felt right from the beginning; it felt good and it felt comfortable. I had no problem with not living on the edge any longer.  When she asked Bones to move in he was reluctant. He didn't want to lose his edge. I can't believe he even had to think about it. Love has been a fickle friend to Bones, he had given up on finding it again (human love).  

Ask Deb if Bones still has an edge, heck ask anybody. 

We can sing the blues because we had them.

I saw Roxy yesterday we went to the beach and I was a bad dog. I guess I still have my edge also.

Hugs from the Valley: Cash Fargo Bellinger 

If someone wants to share their love with you let them.

The Edge

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	Edit		These are some of my friends in the valley The Edge When I started on this odyssey I was very near death and the prognosis was questionable. That was back in May or something like it. Bones and I have come a long way since my first postings. It has been postulated that an artist must suffer to produce anything of substance. The blues is a case in point. The blues started with players that actually had the blues, people that lived through some gritty times and came out the other side to share the pain theonly way they knew how, with a guitar or a horn or a voice, you get my drift. The query is, "If you ain't got the blues how can you play them?" "Starving artist" is a term applied liberally to many genres of creation. Many tortured souls working for nothing bleeding into their work. Bones always thought you had to have an edge to maintain any integrity in your performance. Frugality was necessary for the process to flourish. I had lived on the edge for a long time before I met Bones, Meg, and Jesse. Like I said when I first started this journey, the pain was intense; my future was questionable. I had, I guess you could say, the doggy blues. As I got better the edge I had been living on became less painful so in my case I was able to see many things more clearly than ever before. The up-shot is life took a nasty turn, life took a good turn, and life took a great turn. When Bones got in that accident a lot of very nice people stopped on the road to help him. That was an omen to not give in to negative thoughts. Besides, as Bones had often said, if you ain't felt the pain how could you write, sing, or play anything real. Along came Deb, I don't know how it happened. I had met her once at the beach and she took some great shots of me with her camera. I really never gave it a second thought because I knew what a great subject I was to shoot (with a camera). We walked on the beach a few times after that and I began to like her a lot. She always brought treats and let me ride in her nice car. When she took Bones out of the hospital and opened up her house to him she also took me in and shared her house life and love with me. The 3 cats in her life, Murphy, Percy, and JuJu, were suspicious of us 2 interlopers. I tell you this: I did not mind taking a back seat to these guys. It felt right from the beginning; it felt good and it felt comfortable. I had no problem with not living on the edge any longer.  When she asked Bones to move in he was reluctant. He didn't want to lose his edge. I can't believe he even had to think about it. Love has been a fickle friend to Bones, he had given up on finding it again (human love). Ask Deb if Bones still has an edge, heck ask anybody. We can sing the blues because we had them. I saw Roxy yesterday we went to the beach and I was a bad dog. I guess I still have my edge. Hugs from the Valley: Cash Fargo Bellinger If someone wants to share their love with you let them.

Nature Nurture and Velcro

 Turns out I am referred to as a Velcro dog. I am not sure what Velcro is actually I don't think anybody knows quite what Velcro is. The theory is my breed attaches themselves to their humans and prefers to be close at all times. This is true I prefer to be with deb and Tony where ever and whenever they do any thing. I hate it when Deb leaves in the morning. I love bones but there is much more energy for me  when they are together. Sometimes we go to the squirrel park together, Bones gets out to walk me and I lie down on the ground until deb Gets out. Think about it how smart am I? do you know any dogs that have learned the art of nonviolent protest? I thought not.

Roxy has an injury on her leg, they think she may have some soft tissue damage. I hope not she is too young to have surgery. Let's all wish her well and hope she gets better soon. I got to see her for just a little while the other day she jumped in my van and we goofed off for a while. Roxy is also a velcro dog she has Jess and Meg to stick to.

Heelers it turns out have certain characteristics that are ingrained or instinctual. We nip heals and herd other animals. I love to nip heals an Bones get in a lot of trouble for it.  He has to explain I am just doing what comes natural.

Ok now instinct in an animal is understandable,right? The other day we were in the parking lot of the supermarket, Deb got out of her car and barely bumped the car next to her with her door. The guy in the car next to her freaked out jumped out of his car and started yelling at Deb like something had actually happened to cause such a ruckus. Deb apologized and turned to go in the store, the guy screamed the B word at her. it is alright to call Roxy the B word because she is a dog,it is not alright to call my human that word. I was wondering if the guy was descended from idiots and his instinct was to act like a jerk.

Deb went in the store the guy was still yelling when Bones instinct kicked in. It has been rumored Bones was raised by wolfs so his instinct is to protect the pack. I wanted to bite the guy, Bones jumped out of the car and walked to the window, the guy rolled the window up and locked the door. Bones said roll the window down or get out of the car nobody calls my girlfriend the B word but me. The dude was yelling "she shook my car" through the closed window. Bones started to pound on the window and realized somewhere in the middle of this altercation he still had a badly injured body, but his instinct would not let him stop until the idiot drove off.

So instinct: Roxy and I nip heals and herd living things. The guy in the car is descended
from chickens and idiots and Bones is descended from wolfs and he also nips at heels.

Hugs from the valley
Cash Fargo Bellinger