I had this great post planned which would have transformed your entire life in marvelous and transcendent ways, but the day got weird and busy in other directions today so I didn’t write it. Sorry. I’ll leave Sunday to mentioning that Magnus is fine. It looks like yesterday was just the worst old-dog day I’d seen him have. He didn’t move overnight for damned near 14 hours (I mean he didn’t move – I kept checking to see if he was still breathing) but for most of today he’s been pretty much back to normal.
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They say that Louis XIV had the inscription Ultima Ratio Regum cast into all the cannon of the French Army. It means “The Ultimate Argument of Kings,” and that always struck me as one of the most honest and up-front things any ruler or would-be ruler ever said. “We can dress it up prettier than this, but when it comes down to the unvarnished truth this is what it’s about: You’ll do as I say or I’ll send my goons to kill you.”
I thought about that for a long time. If there’s an ultimate argument, it seems only logical that there must be an ultimate answer. For years I thought the ultimate answer must be the bullets in my rifle, but it never seemed quite right. I’ve got bullets – he’s got frigging Cannon Balls. I mean, if there were three hundred million rifles throwing bullets at him, then maybe. But we all know that’s not going to happen. So if there’s an ultimate answer to his ultimate argument, it sure as hell ain’t bullets.
It finally came to me – and that’s when I abandoned the city and most of my stuff, and gave all that was behind me a good stiff Randian Shrug.
The ultimate answer to kings is not a bullet, but a belly laugh.
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Glad to hear it!
Give him a scratch for me.
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Some of us “more experienced” types just need a little extra sleep time now and again.
Good to hear he is back to Magnus normal.
When ya get old, dog or people, you don’t get back to normal in a day. Dogs are tough to read cuz they can stand so much more without showing their pain much. I would not take him on walks or long walks just for awhile. Them old joints take time and arthritis hurts like the dickens.. I think he was trying to tell you that day that he was in pain. Dogs being loyal and all, if the owners want to go for a walk they will forget their pain for the time being just to be with their favorite person.
Give him a pet and an extra snacky for me.
didi
Yeah, I’ve felt bad about that long Saturday walk ever since; I should have read the situation better than I did. We’ve laid off since then, and he’s obviously feeling much better but it was wrong of me to have taken him into the boonies when he was so obviously suffering.
He’s still having some restless nights. I’ve continued with the glucosamine and aspirin, but I fear he might be getting past the point where that’s enough for him.