Grace is kind of a zen savant. She sits stock still, focused on some distant point, trying to figure out it’s deeper meaning. She’s can’t form the words for fried chicken, but she’s laser focused on the good smelling food that occupies my plate. Grace is our addle brained, ancient beagle. She is definitely my dog in that she’s perpetually nervous, smelly, and runs around in circles most of the time, grunting all the while. My daughter named her Grace, and I realized the first time that I chased her off the kitchen counter that the name is fitting. It is but for grace that she has made it this far in life.
There has been an undercurrent of gossip during the last few days about Presidential candidate Mitt Romney’s late dog Seamus and a 12 hour car trip he took on the roof of the family vehicle in 1983. Conventional wisdom would say that the stories are being kept alive by opponents, but this is the kind of story that bites back because it’s true and terrible. Seamus was ill in his carrier and Romney has defended his decision to keep the animal up there by pointing out that the car was too crowded. This becomes less political and more human failing the more that it comes up.
A few years ago I got called about a blog mentioning Grace’s penchant for sitting under the dryer vent in back of the house. My defense was that I get a good smelling dog and she has a warm zen moment in the lavender breeze. It’s the same as Seamus, though. We really do have to consider the animal’s needs before our own, because they can’t do it themselves. Call me a bleeding heart liberal, but my doctor hasn’t mentioned heart defect. I’m just developing the heart of a smelly old soul dog. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/lanny-davis/-romneys-dog-on-car-roof-_b_1202883.html