O my dear Captain...

Captain America (*9 July 2013, 3 August 2018†)

 O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,...

 My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,...

 But I with mournful tread,

                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,

                                  Fallen cold and dead.   — Walt Whitman

Captain took a late afternoon nap, to-day, in the basement where it was cool. Captain did not wake up. The veterinarian told us his heart probably stopped.

I looked at him as Brother Wolf. Captain was beautiful, and smart. Captain was a bit aloof, he cared but tried to hide it most often. When i would return home, Captain (and Cassius) would greet me with so much joy. No one has ever been that happy to see me.

This is the final post of My twa greyhounds.

Life imitates art

 James T. Mason. Topiary Park at the Old Deaf School. Columbus Ohio.

A landscape of landscape painting designed by a Columbus sculptor, whose wife worked for Columbus Recreation and Parks Department. From 1988, Mason built the forms the yew bushes would be topiary trained. The new garden was dedicated in 1992.

Georges Seurat. Un dimanche après-midi à l'Île de la Grande Jatte 

(A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte) 1884-6. Chicago.

 Captain America

  Captain (L), Cassius (R)

"This is good, right here."

Captain is critical about music

 

Captain's music tolerance/taste reflects mine. Very loud, discordant, percussive is ugly noise to him, and he gets ill. Here, Friday evening he looks out on the gathering crowd that came to hear a tribute band play Ronstadt and the Eagles. He was fine.

Greyhound College

Well, the hounds were thinking about college, so we went to University Circle. Captain wanting to get in, and Cassius before a dogwood:

peanut butter

 Captain likes peanut butter

 Cassius likes peanut butter

 it is fun watching hounds eat peanut butter

 

Ides of March

Plutarch quotes Caesar speaking to a soothsayer, "The Ides of March are come". The soothsayer replied, "Aye, Caesar; but not gone". At the time the 15th of March was a day of settling debts. Early in Shakespeare's play, Caesar says of Cassius, "Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look.
He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous."

cave canem

Please see last post [click]. If i had not already posted that one, i would have posted this one with it. This is a mosaic, i saw briefly to-day, on the ground floor of the old St. Michael's school in Cleveland. I did not know when i awoke this morning, that, i would see this to-day. I read that the school and convent were to be under auction. This was the first auction, i ever attended. I was not impressed. The minimum acceptable price was $600,000. The auctioneer bid downwards. He stopped at $350-375,000. Another auction will be scheduled.

"Beware of the dog" is English for "cave canem". The lighting was poor, some non-functioning fluorescent tubes. This is either a copy of an ancient floor mosaic, or perhaps a school project to make a new one.

greyhounds on duty

Just before the postman came. Before, during, and after his arrival, my twa greyhunds maintained their stance.

what big teeth you have

People in the greyhound cult post a number of categories of snapshots, one is their hounds sleeping upside down with exposed teeth. Some call these 'teefs', or 'teefees'. Yes, baby talk is used. We have had Captain for over two years, and he has become more relaxed in steps, when we first got him he would not have his mouth open at all. 

Greyhounds often have bad teeth. After we got Cassius, we bumped into a woman who was interested in him. She would have taken him, but he had failed the cat test. She chose another dog, a very handsome greyhound. That hound went to have eighteen teeth pulled. 

We saw Cassius, when he and other hounds had arrived a week before at the shelter. The dogs needed to heal. For whatever reason, Cassius had not raced. He looked pretty good compared to others that made the journey. Some dogs had stitches, and scars, and dull coats. He was underweight, and so were others. They were giving him more than average rations at the shelter. He is a small male. We soon found Cassius had tapeworms, and he had swallowed odd items in the house. After 5 pills we got from the vet's office, he was cured. In a short time he gained six pounds (about 10% of his weight).

The racing kennel life is not good. The proof is the difference in the animal from the time he comes to a shelter, comes to a home, and how he is a few months later and beyond. I thought Captain was autistic for months, he was very timid, and unresponsive. Captain is as smart as he wants to be, and can figure things out to his benefit. He has become very comfortable. Since his presentation of personality has come slowly, i cannot pin the point in time that he became thus. Perhaps eight months with us. He is still not fully open. One notable development is i can't remember when he last had a nightmare. They had been frequent. It was very apparent he was exhibiting distress. Some movements hinted at it, but the sounds of discomfort were unmistakable.

Now Cassius' personality has been pretty stable. He has liked attention the first time we saw him, and he has not changed. He has learned some stuff, but he is not too bright. Most people who meet the two, warm to Cassius.