Monthly Archives: September 2010

The Bastard, Mishka…

It occurred to me that some out there (if you are really out there) may not be sure how to interpret the header picture adorning the top of my blog page.  In the foreground is our baby boy, Mishka.  He is a rescued German Shepard and Collie mix.  He is perched, as he often is, on the arm of the living room love seat.

That is my forearm in the background.  It is poised at the edge of my Compaq.

The image is basically intended to show you how boring my evenings are, and it is intended to exploit the cuteness of my boy Mishka….

“Mishka” is the Russian word for “baby bear”.  He does look virtually identical to the cuddly mascot, Mishka, of the 1980 Moscow Olympics.  About 99% of the time he acts like the cute, funny, sweet little kiddie toy that runs 35 mph and weighs 60 lbs.  The other 1% of the time he acts like an evil bastard.

Mishka has what is called “toy aggression”.  This comes from his mother giving him multiple toys on a weekly basis, at which time they are each completely destroyed and digested within approximately 30 minutes of distribution.  If you are to try to take the toy away before the plastic is swallowed, he will most likely growl and clamp down like a Craftsman vise with razor sharp teeth.

Natasha and I share a couple of scars from moderating toy and play.  After the offense he immediately becomes sheepish and contrite, but he is an evil bastard nonetheless.

While children love the baby bear and he smiles and lets them pet him, Natasha and I cringe at the thought of a bloody little kid stump being pulled back from his fangs.  No, it hasn’t happened, but he did make a mess of a duck at our neighborhood pond.

I exaggerate…. a little.  He has calmed down as he has moved closer to 3 years old.  We take him for long walks as the Dog Whisperer recommends.  I wrestle with him and chase him in circles.  But at the end of the day, he is most placid at the arm of the love seat.  And, coincidently, so am I.  I can think here.  I am not sure what Mishka is thinking, but I am pretty sure he does his best thinking on this spot as well.

If you have recommendations for Mishka’s upbringing, please share.



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Blue Football Field

Hello folks,

This is my first post on an actual blog.  My past social media experience has essentially been limited to Facebook page musings and a little Fb group I started called “Wisdom from Strange Places”.  Those are both still going….  It seems my gift of gab is focused primarily on obscure quotes, rants about politics, music or movie obsessions, or the occasional triumph of the unlikely athletic underdog.

What’s Dave talking about???  Well tonight there was a strange phenomena….  On ABC they showed a college football game between Boise State and Oregon State.  What was so strange?  This evening Boise State was the favored juggernaut, bringing in a heady #3 ranking.  Poor Oregon State, labeled with a #24 ranking, was in the intimidating Bronco stadium with its vivid blue field.  Brent Musberger was dramatizing about the uphill climb the Beavers would have to overcome their halftime deficit.  Well, the Beavers did indeed lose this evening to the Boise State Broncos.  The underdog lost…  I think.  Yes, they did.  Boise State was the big blue bully.

So, what’s the point?  I have a headache…  Wasn’t Boise State the underdog just a few short years ago after nipping Oklahoma in a wild bowl game shootout?  And that royal blue football field just doesn’t make sense.  What are we supposed to think when the unique, forlorn, but colorful Cinderella is suddenly the established and favored Belle of the Ball?

It’s irritating!!!  When once in a lifetime victories become commonplace, doesn’t that require a reassessment of the paradigm?  Yes!  Obviously it does….  It’s change…  Change is difficult.  Ten years from now we may be seeing Boise State going for its third national championship.  Is that so bad?  No, not really.  No more so than voting for the first black president, or the first woman for that matter.  Or listening to Lady Gaga…  Or pretending that Rap is really music….

Change hurts because it requires learning.  Learning doesn’t have to hurt, but it can feel a bit repetitive and laborious if you put a lot of time and effort getting accustomed to the previous reality.  The trick is to approach it confidently because you figured it out pretty damn good last time…  Well, you survived it anyway…  So, don’t despair.  We will make it.

Just one request….  PLEASE, people of Boise, fix that blue football field!!!  That must be the source of my headache.  And that’s gotta be murder on the turf.