janela

Hi Claudia, I hope you don't mind my posting this comment. A friend of mine is travelling. She keeps a blog. Tonight, with nothing better to do (!), after reading her latest posting, I clicked on the "next blog" button and have spent the last hour or so passing randomly from blog to blog - always a little embarrassed to be peering in at so many windows etc. - and have seen everything from a lonely man photographing spring bulbs in his London garden to a member of the "Bleeding Bike Brigade" explaining to his true love that she shouldn't try "cool bike tricks" because scratched shins aren't attractive. Anyway, your note about the dreaming Matuto struck a chord - I moved into a house recently and the neigbour's dog (a golden retriever called Poppy) has a kennel not too far from the window of my room (a little too close, to tell the truth). Having never owned a dog before, I was amazed when I heard it making muffled woofs and snorts one night. I couldn't believe it was dreaming ... (I too had lived with dog-owners once and had perhaps heard them dreaming but certainly not their dogs!) Just now I did a google search ( ... what am I doing? writing to unknown bloggers? googling dreaming dogs???) Almost the first thing that turned up was a poem by WS Merwin called "Dog Dreaming". I have no idea whether you'd want to read a poem or not but since you're new to dog dreaming I thought you might appreciate proof that at least a couple of other people in the world have been startled by sleeping dogs and at least one has written a poem about it! It's a bit over the top but after reading it a few times I think I quite like it. Bye!

DOG DREAMING
The paws twitch in a place of chasing
Where the whimper of this seeming gentle creature
Rings out terrible, chasing tigers. The fields
Are licking like torches, full of running,
Laced odors, bones stalking, tushed leaps,
So little that is tamed, yet so much
That you would find deeply familiar there.
You are there often, your very eyes,
The unfathomable knowledge behind your face,
The mystery of your will, appraising
Such carnage and triumph; standing there
Strange even to yourself, and loved, and only
A sleeping beast knows who you are.
 

Thanks so much! I love comments and very much appreciate your thoughts and the poem!

You are definitely not the only one who likes to read about people's lives on their blogs. I like to think blogs remind us we're connected to people we know and those new folks who, in some way, also can relate to something we've experienced. And especially when travelling, it's great to know people care to read about my experiences. Thank again for posting and sharing a bit about yourself!
 

This is super funny: A good friend of mine, in Salvador, had an old old Irish Setter (guess that's how it's spelled) and the poor doggie was already not so sharp and a bit crazy. Anyway, sometimes we would be watching TV with the dog sleeping around (Anisha was her name) and all of a sudden Anisha would fart really loud and, surprisingly, stinky as hell!!! The fart was so loud that Anisha would wake up and start to run, scared of the noise. We would all burst into so much laughter while crawling to the nearest window to open it up as much as possible. :-D
 

That's a great story. Waiting for more. » » »
 

This is very interesting site... »