Tuesday, April 26, 2011

The end of the line


Where do I start?
The world is a mess and I did not make it that way. The humans are saying my poop is the reason the oceans are so messed up. Well not my poop per se but the droppings of dogs all over the planet. They have made millions of plastic bags to pick up poop to save the planet. Let me get this straight if you put my droppings in a bag with an after life of 3000 years and drop that in a landfill with a million other plastic bags full of stuff way more toxic than my used food, that is somehow helping the planet?

I realize most everyone thinks you should clean up after your dog. I believe there are exceptions. If for instance I squat in the bushes where no one can see me and let one go  that reminder of my last meal will darken dry and turn to dust. I also have an incredible technique of burying what I leave. I turn my back to the product and scoop mounds of dirt on top with all four feet. The way I look at it that will be inert in a matter of days. Now of course going on someones lawn or drive way should be tended to by the owner, in this case Bones.

All right back to the beach. I have a question about horses. When you see one or a group of riders there is an awful lot of horse plop left behind as they pass by. I have yet to see a horse rider jump off their steed with a giant plastic bag and scoop up after them.

"No problem", I hear you say. They eat grass. It is still poop.

The earth is about 61 percent water. The human body is about 61 percent water.

The ocean makes up a lot of the water on the earth, most of it in fact. The ocean is being killed and not by my poop. Man has dumped toxic waste, dropped bombs into and on the surface.
 With no regard for the future or the health of the inhabitants of this wondrous watery world, humans have depleted its resources, ruined its ecosystems, and virtually destroyed large portions of mother ocean.

Now the big deal is "save the ocean". Of course Bones and I agree. When bones was a kid the ocean was clean. After a dip in the ocean you felt refreshed. Now after you get out of the water you better wash it off or you may get some sort of disease.

Of course a lot of the filth in the ocean is a side effect of war. We have a lot of young men in a lot of countries fighting for things that just don't matter in the long run. Some of these countries have been squabbling with each other for centuries. Let them squabble I say. Keep our young men at home with their wives and children.

If we had put the genius minds of the past generations on the task of providing alternative power resources instead of creating killing machines, guns, and weapons of mass destruction, we would have solar powered cars. Wind would be harnessed to provide us with heat and cool our dwellings. It is totally possible.

Just think, if we used our minds for the good of all and worked with the planet instead of against it, the oceans would still be alive.

There was a horrible earthquake and tsunami in Japan recently. In the aftermath  a nuclear power plant leaked a lot of very bad stuff into the air and the ocean. If we had been using other forms of power this would not have happened. We better figure out that this is not the way to go before the big one hits this coast.

Ok here it is.

 If we had used all the smart people to perfect solar energy,  wind energy, methane energy, and an assortment of other sources (like poop), we would not have to go to war for the oil under the ground in most of the countries we are fighting in.

Humans, stop the wars, bring the boys home, use the sun for what it is intended, harness the wind, and stop killing the ocean.

If everything was done right I could take a crap in your car and get you to town and back.


Hugs from the valley. Cash Fargo Bellinger

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

This one goes out to the girls



Not so long ago it was a big deal for me to go on a car ride. I was never allowed inside and I had no friends. The first 6 years were tough ones. It was a "Cash against the world situation". 

Sure I had somewhere to stay, with 100s of turtles and birds and lizards and dogs oh my. It is hard to remember what I was living for and what kept me getting up everyday. Who knows how long I had been dealing with the disease that almost killed me.

When Megan and Jesse came along I saw my way out. It helped that Roxy liked me right off the bat and I knew why I got up in the mornings after that. It didn't happen overnight but the visits became more frequent and I was so happy to be with these guys. I did not want to go back to my dung filled yard. Roxy and I were obviously soul mates.

Along comes Bones. He seemed to be the alpha dog in this set-up although Megan would dispute that hierarchy. Bones had just lost his buddy Alli of 14 years, a beautiful Border Collie mix of sweetness and light.  He and I were not sure about each other at first. As it turned out I was in such pain and agony it was hard for him to understand why I would not get close to him. The reason was I hurt all over, but especially in my head where a nasty colony of living fungus had taken up residence in my right sinus.

All right there is some history for those of you new to the Cash Chronicles.

Here is what I think the magic is behind my survival. Now, remember I was terminal.

Without Megan, Jesse, and Susan I would be 4 foot deep in a hole full of turtle shells.

Roxy loved me from the start. Jesse and Megan liked that a lot. Susan met me and loved me. I am so lucky that what ever energy exist allowed our worlds to collide.

Bones was no slouch in this scene. When I started to bleed from my head and could not stand up he put towels under my face and made me as comfortable as he could. He cried a lot when I first came to live with him, partly because he had just lost Alli and partly because I was dying in front of him. The troops rallied, money was lent to Bones, and I received some amazing grace by being treated by the best doctors ever . I want to thank the women in my life. You know how women are--even if they love each other they want to be number one. 

First, let me bring you up to date. Bones and I were getting into a groove. Simple pleasures for simple creatures. Bones against the world became Cash and Bones against the world.

Then the car wreck. Bones' little world was shattered. Along came Deb. She took him in when he could not walk or even sit. Most important of all she took me in and did all the things Bones could not do like walk me ,feed me, love me.

I want to thank Roxy for loving me and giving Meg and Jess a reason to bring me into their lives.

I want to thank Megan and Susan ( and Jesse ) for providing the monetary  means to save me.

I want to thank Deb for being Deb and taking me in as if I had known her all my life. I feel like I have known her all my life. I now have a physical home, a spiritual home, and I really know now why I get up in the morning.
          
 By the way, I did have a lot of help. But, remember I am a bad ass dude and I am tough to the bone or I would not be here right now. 

I have come to realize I am pretty amazing. My feet are perfect.

This is the end of this chapter. Next:
 Life in the valley, Cash goes camping (Misrepresentia ).   

By the way, now I go on a car ride every day. I have my own bed. I get to go to the beach with Roxy a lot and I do not sleep outside any longer. The last 6 months have been better than the first 6 years.

I love you girls: Megan, Susan,  Deb, 
Susan, Megan,  Deb
Deb ,Susan, Megan
 and of course my queen Roxy Woo the best girlfriend ever.

Hugs from the valley:  Cash Fargo Bellinger