I gotta tell ya…I am changing…and that’s a good thing…because the old me…or the young doggie…you choose….was judgmental, harsh and unreliable…but I always had my heart in the right place…I like to think…
I am more of a pondering doggie now…not nearly as Cuban Reactionary, as I started out….What could you expect though from a purebred Havanese puppy …having watched the Revolutionary Utopia created through the fine mind of Che Guevara…as the 1 percent bolted the island…leaving us to swim or sink…apparently my descendants were excellent swimmers or there would be…no me….
Not like I can randomly castigate all the wealthy who secreted their treasure out of a war torn country, Cuba, to the land of milk and honey…a lot of well-to-do loved their puppies as much as their gold and took us with them to this alien land of Guns and Roses…Law and Order…(well, somewhat). We thrived…Finally in 1996, our breed got recognized and could be registered by the AKC…No one ever said that the Americans rush over welcoming yet another immigrant species in to the Home of the Brave and the Land of the Free…
Momma and her family are puritanical, hard headed and contrary (with a biting sense of humor), because of the over indulgence of Scottish blood with a squirt of French that makes them ironic with a need to question…in combination, it can be heaven… or it can be hell…so excuse me…if I think everything must be shared…I watched communism at work. If I seem intense…barking at a free-wheeling butterfly…well, it’s in my blood……
Still you know, I have learned to chill…somewhat…When I was younger, Momma called me her favorite tattle tale because if a cat jumped on a counter, I was on high alert…barking, snarling, bringing Momma running….I wasn’t a tattle tale…I came from a land of Communists…who not only spy on those from other countries but those who work with them, play with them, family with them…. (okay, family as a verb… that is a new use and probably not acceptable in Webster’s Dictionary)…It was my job to look, listen and report back…and being the doggie that made the Rules and Regulations Manifesto…I took it all seriously.
So Momma and I are probably like the most of inhabitants of our Inexplicable Universe…just teetering on too much of some things…not enough of another…but hey…don’t blame us:
It’s in our blood… It’s in our blood…… Well…. So to speak…. Thanks Shawn Mendes ….for letting the world know our dilemma….
