To a Different Drummer

I have been working my tail off trying to catch up with Jill Pribyl, world renowned dancer and choreographer. Between New York and Uganda she's been stunning the dance world for the last several years. She is, if my lead is correct, a part of the Okulamba Dance Theater,Uganga.
Anyway, as I was sniffing out a lead, suddenly I couldn't’t stop my two front paws from raising up into the air, "highah! highah!" said I; while on my back two paws I started to dance; I danced, frenzied, elated, transformed.
( It reminded me of the time I was preparing to interview the late Babtunde Olatunji who was performing at the UN General Assembly in Russia. Nikita Khrushchev took off his shoes and started dancing. Stole the show away from my interview plans. But I can’t blame the poor fella; when the music gets in ya, be you man or beast you cannot resist. Especially those drums!)
Tell ya what I’ll do, (pa tahtah pa tah tah papa tah) until I can find Jill and her troupe I’ll hook you up to one of Africa’s greatest drummer/musician/social activist/teacher there ever was. Babtunde Oatunji, my hat’s off to you, sir. You may not be with us on this tilting planet anymore, but, brother, the beat goes on.
please visit the world wide web at olatunji.com
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Neglected!

This is a story about neglect.
(Before I complain about the way my granny is neglecting me, I must apologize for neglecting my journalistic duties. I, uh...(scratching ears with back paw) don't have a valid excuse. heh heh…)
But my granny, on the other paw, has been far far too preoccupied with Amy. Amy this; Amy that… “Amy Waymie pudding and pie…” AGHHHHH I am sick of it. Ever since Amy came to visit I have had to retreat to places of hiding that are simply insulting for a dog of my stature. For example, just yesterday I tried to offer her a peace-rope; she chased me under the foot stool! Under a foot stool! A stool for feet. Can you imagine how ridiculous I looked?
She plays with tennis balls and she leaves them all over the house; I on the other hand, return them to their proper bucket when I have finished a game. (Well, OK, I don’t actually do that, but Buddy did, and I am his protégé, so one day I will do it…it is just not true, yet.
Granny, consider this a formal warning: don’t forget the senior members of your pack! We have feelings too. Just because we are not deaf and blind doesn’t mean you can neglect us! Pet us, please, and tell us you love us once in a while…would it kill ya to throw us a bone now and then?
Hmph.

They Say I'm Gifted

"I asked my folks if they thought I was gifted. They said, "Well yes. Of course. We sure wouldn't have PAID for you!"

Quote from Calvin and Hobbs...wish I'd thought of it.

The First Sandstorm for Smallville, Euphoric usa

Smallville survived its first sandstorm of the season. I had to go out in full combat gear just to patrol the perimeters. It was ruff going, as I'm sure you can imagine; if you've ever had to suffer through a Euphoric sandstorm you know what I mean. A wall of red dirt blasting into every crook and granny. Anyway by the time I made it to the entrance into our facility I had sand inbetween my canines, inbetween my toes and even up my nose. It might have been made worse by the fact that I would not put down the bone I found. But hey, what dog worth his grit wouldn't?

What?

I tried to sign up for an interesting blog but had to read two thousand pages of legaleeze. It was horribly confusing.
I think it means that I can't make derdogatory comments about man or beast, which I would never do anyway, unless my brother's unruly behavior demands some slammin' dog-talk.
But just to be on the safe side, dad, can you see if this is a safe site for an openhearted dog like myself?
http://en.wordpress.com/tos/

Yosemite James - my brother

Here's a picture of me playing with my brother.

Amy

Here's a picture of my sister Amy - she's deaf, blind and beautiful.