Hail Caesar!

We’ve been thinking lately about finding a new puppy to bring into the family while our dog Caesar is still with us. Caesar is nearly 12 years old which is past the average life span for an Australian Terrier and we all love having him around.  I really hate the idea of ‘replacing’ him when he’s gone.  It’s kinda awful to think you can just replace your little animal friend who has been with you for over a decade and he’s almost irreplaceable…. well to me anyway you know. 


Guess which twonky art student bought an Elinchrom kit home from uni to photograph her dog?
He’s about six months old in this photo 🙂

Caesar joined the family after I spent a few months living in London with Heather and BluddyMary.  Heather is a vet and when I told her that I was wanted to get a dog when I got back to Australia she told me to do my research and pick a good breed that would suit our lifestyle.  Solid advice…. except that every breed I mentioned she told me about the breed’s inherent genetic health problems –

Rotweillers / German Shepherds / Golden Retrievers – hip dysplasia
Maltese / West Highland White Terriers – dermatitis, skin cancer / melanoma
Staffordshire Bull Terriers – deafness, hernia, dermatitis
Cocker Spaniels / Fox Terriers – luxating patella
Yorkshire Terriers – bronchitis, cataracts, skin allergies
King Charles Spaniels – ‘eye poppy outie dogs’ she called them (apparently pressure on the side of the dogs head can literally cause the entire eyeball pop out of the eye socket requiring surgery to relocate them… never get one of these dogs this in breeding to make the eyes protrude should be stopped).  And it went on and on and on!

Anyway… I eventually suggested an Australian Terrier and she thought about it for a minute and went ‘Yep.  You can have one of those they’re pretty damn sturdy and smart little dogs.’  and in a rare moment of weakness where I decided to acknowledge someone else’s expertise 🙂  I went home and eventuatlly did exactly that – bought an Australian Terrier. 

 

He got his name from a bit in an Eddie Izzard video – Definite Article – where he’s talking about a dog food they had renamed from Mr Dog for ‘small yapper type dogs’ to Caesar!   Strangely Caesar seems to suit him … he thinks he’s a big dog and he has a big dog’s bark (not a yapper at all thankfully!).

link here for dodgy readers

He was such a cute little puppy and he’s still a gorgeous dog who follows me around from room to room all day and nudges at my legs when I walk when he’s hungry (which is all the time… for such a small animal he’s a bottomless pit).  Caesar is such a loveable little mutt (well he’s not strictly speaking a ‘mutt’ … he has a champion bloodline but that’s neither here nor there) with such an amiable temperament and I’m really going to miss him when he eventually passes away…

  
He’s always been really tolerant of the Small Child – never snapped at anyone ever.

Totally off topic – I found some ads for an actual dog food called ‘Cesar’ and it makes me wonder if it was the same Cesar dog food of previous Eddie Izzard Mr Dog/Cesar dog food fame  🙂 

 

Anyway I started talking about all this because my sister and her husband recently got an Irish Terrier named Zeus for their family and the poor little thing got sick (the vet thinks it was leptospirosis??) and he died last week.  He was only 5 months old and they had all grown so fond of him even over just such a short period of time that they are planning on finding a new puppy to replace him…  and I don’t like the idea of replacing Caesar at all.  So I guess I should seriously considered bringing a new little puppy into the family sooner rather than later.
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Makes forgetting the toothfairy look like a minor infraction…

I like to think I’m not a geek.  I have lots of geek toys and enjoy some geek type shows… but I don’t get the comic book thing, I’m not into sci-fi much or video games and I don’t really know that much about computers.   In fact I always find it a little alarming when really computer illiterate friends come to ME for advice and I think " You poor bastards that you’ve got no one more competent than me to call on for help!".  :S 

So when it comes to things like comic book / sci-fi / trading card games / video gaming / fantasy conferences thingies… well I’d line up for unnecessary root canal work than spend a day doing that  Which is okay.  Thus far I’ve never been forced to attend one and I don’t think my absence has been keenly missed by those of my acquaintance who do wish to visit these wallet emptying ventures.  Mr K and the Small Child went to Supernova today and I don’t think they missed me at all 🙂  I got a few texts though that were kinda weird…

Mr K:    There’s some guy here dressed up as Pedobear!
borys:  You’re not serious!?!? 
borys:   Did you get a photof of the Small Child with him on your iPhone?

Mr K:     LOL.  Ok … I’ll try.
borys:   Pay him if you have to!  😉

 

Apparently Mr K got quite a few funny looks from bystanders (as well as the guy in the Pedobear suit himself) but meh.  No one’s ever quite got my sense of humour anyway!   🙂
 

Aw shucks… you guys are great.

Thanks to everyone who emailed me about yesterday’s post.  It often feels like people only have something to say when you’re writing about absolute codswallop or peurile penis jokes.  Which of course means anytime you write anything real or honest then people seem to clam up! 

So thanks for the messages … you can fill my inbox with sweet nothings anytime.

So heavy is the chain of wedlock that it needs two to carry it and sometimes three. Alexandre Dumas

I don’t think I believe in soul mates.  It seems to me a beguiling concept that there is only one person on the entire planet who will love you absolutely, and who you are able to love entirely too.  To me, the whole idea seems positvely absurd.  We are. after all, only animals; albeit the most dominant and intellectually evolved animal on the planet, but animals none the less.  The imperative to pair off and breed stems from the same animal instincts experienced by every creature on the earth for survival of their species and it is still very much present in modern man.  Admittedly that same instinct has been skewed by a couple of thousand of years of religious endoctrination and societal laws designed to control man’s behaviour… but underlying all the social, legal and religious principles there is still an instinct to propagate that drives us to seek mates for companionship and procreation.

When I look up in the dictionary the term ‘soul mate’ it tells me that the phrase originally stems from approximately 1815-1825 and it describes the ‘soul mate’ as ‘a person with whom one has a deep and strong natural affinity… a friendship, love intimacy, sexuality, spirituality and compatibility’.  Many people believe that souls are literally made to be mated with other souls or are somehow fated or destined to be intertwined… but that seems ridiculous to me – for I know we are all capable of having a strong affinity with many people of the opposite and same gender, both concurrently as well as consecutively.

I read one theory (Aristophanes in Plato’s Symposium) that humans were orignally made with four arms, four legs and a single head with two faces.  Aristophanes asserts that Zeus feared the power of these ‘humans’ and split them in half, thereby condemning them to spend their lives each searching for their other lost half to complete themselves… and why not?  Sounds like a plausible enough theory if you want to buy into soul mates in the first place.

But the whole idea that there is only one being on this planet with whom you are capable of being ‘complete’ is an awful concept!  What a burden of responsibility to be placing on someone else’s shoulders!  Putting the onus of your entire life’s happiness in the hands of ONE other person… if indeed you can even find that one person who is supposed to be your soul mate… well, it all seems idealistically niave at best… and unbelievably selfish at worst.  I think we are simply not capable of being everything and anything for another person.  And to feel as though you can’t ever be truly happy without that one individual that you might never meet???  OMG…..

We are (most of us) about as happy as we choose to be.  And while others can impact on your happiness or your misery – they are not responsible for how you choose to react to it.  I am aware that sounds hypocritical as I’m not the happiest of individuals and especially not of late.  I’m often told I don’t smile enough (pain will do that to you)…  I don’t laugh very easily and I don’t feel that I experience joy a great deal… but there’s no way I expect someone else to hold the burden of responsibility for my own happiness.  Saying that someone is your soul mate and that they ‘complete’ you is just like affixing an anchor around their neck and implying that you will be holding them liable should YOUR happiness all go to shit!!!

Besides… there are several people in my life who fit the selection criteria of ‘soul mate’ based on the description above – the dictionary one  (fuck Aristophanes, he’s obviously a wally 🙂 ) and I consider myself extremely lucky that that is the case.  But the whole concept of soul mates is that two, and only two, souls are destined to complete each other entirely… and I just don’t buy it.  Which is why Mr K and I have always had an honest relationship where feelings for others are openly acknowledged .  We, neither of us, believe it’s possible to be the ‘be all and end all’ for any one other person, and that it may take many different people in your life to ‘complete’ the various aspects of your character and meet the various needs you may have.

Many years ago, I knew that rejecting the notion of monogamy felt as natural to me as rejecting the notion that some unseen omnipotent being created the world in one week.  It’s not an ideology that finds easy acceptance with everyone but it’s how I’ve always felt and I am honest to it.  Luckily for me, Mr K accepts me as I am and because of his extraordinary understanding and plenary acceptance, I’ve never had to lie to him about my thoughts and feelings.  The result is that there has always been several people in this relationship and both of us feel variously enriched in innumberable different ways for having opened ourselves up to the possibility that allowing oneself to connect with other people can be rewarding beyond measure.  But most importantly has been the recognition that caring or loving more than one person does not mean that our feelings for each other are in any way diminished.  By not denying our inate ability to feel things like fondness, attraction and (God help us) even love, for someone other than our chosen life partner we have become more honest, more open and more accepting of one another.

So why is it that because we have chosen to make a life together, the societal expectation is that we should no longer desire or be ‘allowed’ to connect inimately with other people?  Whether that intimacy is intellectual, physical or emotional we’re raised to believe/expect that once you’re paired off… that’s it – you should not, will not, and can not be open to the possibility of intimate connections with other people.  As humans we’re capable of feeling and expressing emotions for many different people.  We readily accept that it is possible to love your partner, your family, your children, your friends… and all at the same time!  But when it comes to developing loving or intimate relationships with other non-related individuals once you’re married?  Well for some reason – that’s not on.  Why?  Because society and religion would dictate where I can and can not choose to plant my affections!?!!?

Yes.  That sounds like a solid plan…  I shall walk this life and blindly follow in the footsteps of those before me, simply because that’s how it’s done.

Not on your life.