Showing posts with label Boo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boo. Show all posts

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Poet(ic inspiration) and Didn't Know it

Gray days with wind and rain leads to big cups of coffee reading, some art, lots of music and discovery of new things.


Poet Sharon Mesmer wrote this and posted it on her blog back in October of 2006.




Jake Gyllenhaal's Dog

The ghost of a dog coffeepot foretold:
Jake Gyllenhaal has two cats and my parents have three cats
and I got a second dog.

All it takes to start a new religion
is resentment and a pot of cold coffee
and Jake Gyllenhaal walking his dog.

It's funny that people find other people getting coffee really interesting,
or walking their dogs in the dog park —
welcome to Christian Carnivore ‘04:

with only the occasional torn-up slipper and scattered
hieroglyphic chapters
as proof that any human beings ever lived there,
the dog coffeepot became a sign that,
for the poor, coffee is always already over.
Didn’t Thomas Jefferson predict that would happen
once dark bilious vapors began to define the character
of our dogs?

Hey! Aren't we supposed to just have good things happen to us?
Jake Gyllenhall’s dog is as much of a dog as that Brazilian double-bagger
Giselle Bundchen’s dog,
and I’d really like to know
how shepherds do it with their dogs.

Kim’s sharing spirit has done a great job in telling us about some of the things
that shepherds do with their dogs.

What is the difference between Christianity and all other religions?
The answer is that Dr. Bob is mind blowing.
So consider the story of Ben Stiller and Jake Gyllenhaal:
they got their eyes checked and their dogs autoclaved.

How did Jake Gyllenhaal’s dog get way up there on that fence post anyway?
That black poodle-looking dog had a rocking a cool 'fro
and dog food heaped with Pepto-Bismol.



What is the "abomination that causes desolation" in Mark 13:14?
The daily news, the conflicting messages in the world
and the longing for another man’s funky dung.

Humans in zoos, cross breeding —
it’s evolutionists vs creationists and I’ll be pooping on both
and from beneath the dirty hood comes an awkward
I love you on the sofa in the dark:

It was Jesus weeping as Jake Gyllenhaal returned
from Dramatic Dog Walk/Smoothie Excursion.
It's all over.
The dog has been walked
and the smoothie is just a distant memory.

Pappa G has written about, Ms. Mesmer has written too, and do you think Jake has inspired a Southern poet who has blogged some of his poetic license before?

Monday, August 25, 2008

Dog Days of Summer

Hollywood has a love affair with pets and you can see why. They give them something that they can't buy or find. Unconditional love. Doesn't matter if the scripted sucked, or they screw up filming and it cost the studio more money, they don't ask for autographs, they don't want pictures, they don't care if they've gained weight or wearing the latest trend. They don't ask to crash in your guest room for a few months, or drink all of your OJ. Ok so maybe they might chew up your shoes, or forget that they go outside for bathroom breaks, and that dead bird mouse or mole they dropped on the carpet, come they're just trying to give you a gift.

Their pets have seen them at their most personal, the highs, the lows, the anger and frustration, their weakness and insecurities. They've seen all their bad habits, seen them first thing in the morning and they still love them. They don't need a big box office return, or an award before they will spend time with them. They make them happy on the down days, they are there to right beside them on the great ones.

Such loyalty is a rare thing in Hollywood. Who else is as loyal? In Hollywood, come on let's just talk for the rest of us too and it doesn't matter one bit if you're never going to famous, they love you like you are.

So some Atticus and a little Boo Hey! today. He is missed. Asked in a interview about Boo, Jake responded.

Many of your fans are wondering if you still have Boo, your puggle? We haven't seen him in a while.

(After a pause and a sigh of what sounded like lament, looks to the floor and responds) I don't have my puggle ... I don't have my puggle.



Some think Boo went to the big doggie park, and some think that Jake found another home that could give Boo the amount of attention and time puggles need. What do you think?