FRIDAY NIGHT DOG BLOG: THUNDER ON THE MOUNTAIN

This week we heard the sound of thunder on the mountain, there was water in the sky, and I was thankful to walk in the falling rain. The sun came out, and we thought the rain had gone, but it came back again.

We were expecting a long, hot summer with its’ attendant anxieties. So this interim period is welcome. Not that the dogs worry about such matters. They just think I am crazy if I were to go out in a thunder storm, as I have done. In these matters there judgment is better than mine.

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Mentioned last week was  the danger of falling trees in strong wind, so here is some evidence:

Needless to observe, the man-dog relations is a reciprocity of patience and impatience. Sasha is bearing up well lately:

Similarly Dexter is not of one mind:

Water in the sky as “back drop”:

And Handel composed with this idea:

For some reason Dexter decided to get up on this log. He has not done so for a long time:

Leads do not deny the frame of canine inter-relationship:

“Obstructive program” is integral to “constructive program”, even if in reality that is a tangle of leads and directions, sometimes with unintended photos.

(The animal that Sasha went off to round up was an echidna.)

Sound of thunder is evocative suggesting Bob Dylan:

(Copy write restriction on the video – you might if interested go directly to youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d5uKHa9Gmks. Otherwise, the quality is not very good.)

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We think we can just see Friday Ark still in port at Modulator, so if we hurry we might get on board again this week.

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The photos are arranged  with Picasa:

You also may be interested in James Carroll’s article published in The Boston Globe, “The Beauty of the Man-Dog Relationship”.

Postscript:

The lyrics may in fact be easier to understand than Bob. So here they are:

Thunder on the mountain, and there’s fires on the moon
A ruckus in the alley and the sun will be here soon
Today’s the day, gonna grab my trombone and blow
Well, there’s hot stuff here and it’s everywhere I go

I was thinkin’ ’bout Alicia Keys, couldn’t keep from crying
When she was born in Hell’s Kitchen, I was living down the line
I’m wondering where in the world Alicia Keys could be
I been looking for her even clear through Tennessee

Feel like my soul is beginning to expand
Look into my heart and you will sort of understand
You brought me here, now you’re trying to run me away
The writing on the wall, come read it, come see what it say

Thunder on the mountain, rollin’ like a drum
Gonna sleep over there, that’s where the music coming from
I don’t need any guide, I already know the way
Remember this, I’m your servant both night and day

The pistols are poppin’ and the power is down
I’d like to try somethin’ but I’m so far from town
The sun keeps shinin’ and the North Wind keeps picking up speed
Gonna forget about myself for a while, gonna go out and see what others need

I’ve been sittin’ down studyin’ the art of love
I think it will fit me like a glove
I want some real good woman to do just what I say
Everybody got to wonder what’s the matter with this cruel world today

Thunder on the mountain rolling to the ground
Gonna get up in the morning walk the hard road down
Some sweet day I’ll stand beside my king
I wouldn’t betray your love or any other thing

Gonna raise me an army, some tough sons of bitches
I’ll recruit my army from the orphanages
I been to St. Herman’s church, said my religious vows
I’ve sucked the milk out of a thousand cows

I got the porkchops, she got the pie
She ain’t no angel and neither am I
Shame on your greed, shame on your wicked schemes
I’ll say this, I don’t give a damn about your dreams

Thunder on the mountain heavy as can be
Mean old twister bearing down on me
All the ladies in Washington scrambling to get out of town
Looks like something bad gonna happen, better roll your airplane down

Everybody going and I want to go too
Don’t wanna take a chance with somebody new
I did all I could, I did it right there and then
I’ve already confessed – no need to confess again

Gonna make a lot of money, gonna go up north
I’ll plant and I’ll harvest what the earth brings forth
The hammer’s on the table, the pitchfork’s on the shelf
For the love of God, you ought to take pity on yourself

Music and words by Bob Dylan
Copyright 2006 Special Rider Music