Celie told me yesterday that Senta might be coming to the end of the road which is so heartbreaking. She is the introspective one of the two big, and I mean big, wolf size big, German Shepard girls who have been such a constant for me ever since I moved in here going on three years now. My first greets on opening a BB door.

Eve (her sister) has always been the one you don’t want to fool with, the one you want to make sure doesn’t get overly annoyed by the traffic of the house but also the one who wants only to slam my hip for ear rubs, insistently, when I come home. Bruce was the same way, always front and center, always slamming my legs and feet (adjusting for size) for equal ear rubs and another always first greet. He was the Alpha cat, a one who I neglected to write words for at his passing a little while ago though. I’m so sorry for that Bruce. I just couldn’t. But any cat who can keep a large set of dogs at bay in a mud room simply by just sitting in the doorway was a REAL cat in my book. And one with a Billy Idol sneer. Miss ya Bruce. It was good look by the way.

Senta though is just the one that wants only a hello before heading off to do Senta things. She’s the one that when I come to feeding the gang on occasion, on some mornings, that you have to search for, usually having already grabbed a comfy spot on the front lawn in the sun, a bowl held the only reason to get her to move. I’m surely going to be a coward again when it comes to the goodbyes, as I was with Wynne. Though I’ve always been the one that was there in the past for my dearly missed friends, Benny and Shana girl, Shoes and Grayson, Blink, I grow a little more weary now of the moment. Kind hearts like theirs and Senta’s are getting harder to think of letting go of. Especially now. When finding such can be so difficult.

There’s been loss since I moved in here, Blue (Oh, big Blue) the one, who if you got approval from you were golden and Chubs and those little prairie dog stand ups and Dolly who always had me singin’ a Broadway tune in my head whenever I would say “hello”, Bunny with the bent ear, Bruce. But there is also life. A living barking, squawking, meowing even silent meowing chaos that is glorious in it’s annoying noise, a noise that pricks Bella’s ear and mine upstairs but a one I don’t know if I could live without now.

I hope there is more time to just lay on the front lawn in the sun Senta. At least some.

Gettin’ Late For Democracy (song)

I’m not a huge fan of this one (maybe it’s the ending I don’t like, the ‘added’ lyrics after the actual song would normally be done) and, as I said in my last post, I was just gonna dismiss it, dismiss it as simply time spent trying. All about the trying right? But I just can’t though. Not gonna dismiss words well worked, plus I did get a thumbs up on them from my pal Rick after sending him a draft. I trust him … and I really kick it out on the third chorus. Hey, can’t just let kickin’ it out on the third chorus go for naught now can ya? HeHeHe.

(to the tune of “Late In The Evening”)


Gettin’ Late For Democracy

The thing we got’s remember

As we lie scared in our beds

Is that there are things that we just have to do


Lethal orange self interest

That is ruling a corrupted roost

That doesn’t really care for a me or you-ou


It’s getting’ late for Democracy

Unless we find a way stay true-ue


We find ourselves at a crossroads now

Where truth is only framed a load

Of some angry liberal lying shit


We have incompetent’s at every spot

Who are really nothing more than sharks

Throwing chum for self as they try to clear the pool


It’s gettin’ late for democracy

Unless we really hit the mark


It is now we have to hit this mark

To walk in a less contentious park

But one where we are still allowed to breathe


It highlights a propagandist blight

An affront to everything that’s right

While pointing out the obvious of lies


It’s gettin’ late for democracy

Unless we can get this right




Need to fight William Low Barr

Who’s so corrupted rule of law

And thinks Prez is that one and only rule


He seems to feel there is no law

That Prez isn’t always above

To the detriment of a me and you


It’s getting’ late for Democracy

And that is ALLLL a me and you




Wanna set the record straight

Dismiss the talk of great

That isn’t what this is all about

Cause it’s obvious that ain’t the case now


Cries of fake a wheelhouse take

Of news that doesn’t rate


It doesn’t fit the narrative of state