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Saturday, December 16, 2006  
For the first two years of his life, I owned a dog, a dalmatian, that was deaf. Then, when I moved to Massachusetts, I rented a house that allowed pets (very hard to find there), but afraid that he would be unhappy being alone for long hours and longer days, I jumped that the chance to give him to someone I knew he loved. Actually I gave him to a couple who had taken care of him when I was traveling. Sometimes, when I had left him for a few days with someone else, he would pretend on seeing me again that he did not know me. At first I really thought he had forgotten me because he was like that for a day or two. After describing this strange situation to my friend, Ronald Schramm, he explained that children also acted that way when they were angry. I realized that he had not liked being left with the dog watcher. That's also how I knew he loved Margaret and Donny. Every time I went to pick him up, he was happy to see me. So I knew he wasn't mad at me at all. But I digress. The point I want is that he was only my dog for two years. And now he is eleven years old and at my house once again. A very young eleven, I might add. You see, Donny died; and Margaret sometimes has Spot overload. He is very demanding for a dog. (dog is god spelled backward, for those unenlightened, and Spot is a little selfish about his wants . . . . especially demanding frequent snacks and long walks). So he's at my house for a few weeks. But I digress again.

The point is that I went to a holiday benefit for the aesthetic realism foundation. They had a silent auction -- I bid on dinners, art supplies, bottles of whiskey, and a gorgeous table which I now have. After the party I went back home, got Spot, went for a little walk and stopped back at the foundation on Greene Street. They had a long checkout line for the auction winners that I had not had the time to wait on, given that I had a dog to walk. Well, you know, don't you? Spot hit the tail end of the party like a diva bowing to his fans. Everyone ( at least the portion of the people there who loved dogs -- and there were many) came up to say hi. Spot love the attention and the delicious smells. I told someone that he was so friendly really because was hoping for snacks after having had some at Patagonia's store and at BofA. But I saw the horrified look I received. I felt bad too. Putting down my own dog. That is really against everything that ethical realism stands for. OK I admit I know next to nothing about ethical realism. However, unlike you, I looked up their website. They do not like the idea of putting down other people -- you should see things from their points of view too. And Spot's point of view is clearly that strangers are sweet when they have some food to offer and they is not what he was used to before.

Saturday, December 16, 2006



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