January 30, 2018

6 years ago today: "Meade rescued a lost dog and managed to coax him into the house. (It's 20° out.)"

"He's got a collar, but we haven't won his trust to the point where we can read it."

No, it wasn't Zeus. It was Soleil.
UPDATE: We were able to read the tag, called the owner, and now Soleil is gone. The sun has set on our bedogged life here in Madison, and so we must go on, dogless.
Ha. Robert said:
"...and so we must go on, dogless."

An intentionally false statement, Professor.

You are missing out on one of the best parts of life.
I responded:
I must go on. I can't go on. I'll go on.

Waiting for Dogot.
And:
Our life is too good for the hubristic overreaching that would be involved in an effort to change it "for the better."
Speaking of hubris... and since I've been showing you the Pieter Bruegel the Elder depictions of sin... here's pride:


(Click to enlarge and see all the details.)

29 comments:

Rick Turley said...

Sounds like the old joke about a bad bump ejecting Ruth from the convertible and Ben driving on Ruthlessly.

lgv said...

Just be glad the tag didn't say "Negro" or "Negrita". Then you wouldn't be able to publish the name in search of the owner.

BDNYC said...

Any updates on Soleil?

Roy Jacobsen said...

Nevertheless, they persisted. Doglessly. Not doggedly.

Ignorance is Bliss said...

We found two dogs trotting up our street on a hot summer day. Providing them with water was enough to convince them to hang out with us. Their collars did not have name, address, or phone numbers, but they did have rabies tags, which included the name of the vet who issued the tag, and a serial number. A call to the vet put us in touch with the owner.

The dogs were 3 miles from home, and heading in the wrong direction.

traditionalguy said...

My wife calls dogs Fur People.

Gahrie said...

I must go on. I can't go on. I'll go on.

Have you seen the movie Bandslam? Probably not. In fact I'm probably the only Althouse regular who has.

Anyway, there was a band in the movie called I Can't Go On, I'll Go On.

SeanF said...

Ignorance is Bliss: The dogs were 3 miles from home, and heading in the wrong direction.

You think it was the wrong direction, the dogs' owners probably think it was the wrong direction - but did the dogs think it was the wrong direction?

Danno said...

I have loved some of your dog-related stories/outings/antics/etc. As to dogs, I prefer to experience them vicariously. Too high on the maintenance factor, and they tie you down.

Mark O said...

There is no life without a dog.

I think I see John Kerry, there on the left.

Chuck said...

I hadn't realized that Bruegel the Elder's work looked so much like Hieronymus Bosch. Looking them up together, I see that Bosch died before Bruegel was even born. Remarkable. And yet, books have been written comparing them.

We have a priceless Bruegel (the Younger) called "The Wedding Dance" at our once-threatened (by municipal bankruptcy) Detroit Institute of Art. Without the leadership of the governor, we might have found out just how "priceless" it was.

Michael K said...

I am on my fourth basset hound and she is a treasure.

She's a rescue and we don't know how old she is.

I hope she lasts as long as I do.

Sebastian said...

Better than dogless is a high standard.

CJ said...

Cool depiction of Pride. I wonder what it is about those big-nose/bird-face people that's so archetypically creepy to us? I see those in horror films and people wear them in Carnivale parades - it's something humanity's shared past that makes them creepy...like how things with big eyes are cute...things with big noses are ugly/scary.

surfed said...

Your life without dogs was (ahem) "cur"tailed.

Luke Lea said...

For those who would like to feel less guilty about their carbon footprints, here is Lord Monckton on revised estimates of the seriousness of the problem: https://youtu.be/dDNcWxvy4ds?t=1m8s

And for those who would like to feel positively proud of their large carbon footprints, here is Princeton physics professor Will Happer on why more CO2 in the atmosphere and its associated global warming are positive goods for planet earth: https://youtu.be/sGY_vicEG3w?t=27m16s (hint: higher agriicultural output and larger temperate zone)

tcrosse said...

I await Bruegel the Elder's depiction of Grumpy, Dopey, and Sneezy.

MaxedOutMama said...

I was moved to go back and look at the old post, and I think you made a good decision to keep Meade.

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n.n said...

I had a similar experience with my dog. Coaxed him out of the car. Coaxed him from underneath the car. Coaxed him into the house. Coaxed him out of the fireplace. He's been living with us ever since. He's still a bit nervous, but he no longer hides in cars, under cars, inside the fireplace. Six going on ten years.

Fritz said...

At 20 my dog wants to spend as much time as possible outside.

EDH said...

"...now Soleil is gone. "

Dog gone it!

exhelodrvr1 said...

"Meade rescued a lost dog and coaxed him into the house" - is that a euphemism? Was the lost dog wearing a MAGA cap?

Trumpit said...

If Meade rescued a dog, he's not all bad. Roaming dogs don't stand a chance with 2-ton vehicles on the roads.

William Chadwick said...

Earlier I expressed curiosity about the "Lust" part of Breughel's "Sins" series. On YouTube I found an animated version of it. Far from being titillating it will probably give me nightmares.

langford peel said...

That poor dog.

Richard Dillman said...

So what is your favorite sin? I used to ask my students that when I taught medieval literature. They were limited to the seven deadly sins, however.

Very interesting answers.

Hershblogger said...

I'd like to watch the Jordan Peterson lecture about that picture.

Humperdink said...

Ignorance is Bliss: "We found two dogs trotting up our street on a hot summer day. Providing them with water was enough to convince them to hang out with us. Their collars did not have name, address, or phone numbers, but they did have rabies tags, which included the name of the vet who issued the tag, and a serial number. A call to the vet put us in touch with the owner."

Same thing happened to us. A stray dog ended up in the back yard. It had a tag with "Pitman" and a number on the collar. That was it. We thought his name was Pitman. He even responded to it. We found out a day later that Pitman was a rabies vaccine. Called the vet and Pitman was reunited with it's owner.