Wordless Wednesday

Translating Sumo's Post: October 15
"Wordless Wednesday . . . daw"

That's the name of a group here in the Net.
They include my OA (over-acting) pup Sweepy
and possibly also my other pup Bogart.
The group meets every Wednesday
(this was yesterday in the Philippines
since we are ahead by a day)
and they post only pictures for today
since this is supposedly a wordless day.

But if you take a peep at the group's postings
there are so many WORDS
and everybody is saying too many things!
QueBarbaridad!

But if you're gonna ask me . . .
this is the real wordless for you . . .

(please check site for photograph)

. . . may you get hit by lightning
er, by a shocking realization
of a truly wordless . . . day.
Ahem.

Anak Ka Ng Linta!

Sumo's October 13, 2008 Post
The title is an expression:
Anak (child) ka ng (of) Linta (leech)

Geez, I think I can sense Mr. Leach, the leech who often visits us. He moves so slow it takes forever for him to reach his destination. I don't know why Mr. Leach often goes to our house when he knows that Lui gets irritated every time he visits. Lui was on the point of getting on her knees to beg him not to visit us.

Why?

First, it is dangerous for him to get close to us lest he sucks our blood. MercifulHeaven! And to think, he loves to buzz everyone with a kiss! MercifulSaints!

Second, it is dangerous for him in case we step on him since he is too small and wanders slowly all around. We often step on his type. And Lui would cry everytime she gets to sweep dead, flattened victims of our heavy, running paws. If we can kill Lui's toenails when we accidentally step on her feet, what more leeches like Mr. Leach?

Third, he moves soooo late and slow that he often forgets the reason for his visits. Like now. Look at him. Trying to hide when I already spotted him. Besides, Lui already told us he will visit us. But that was last August yet! It's already October! See? I am sure Mr. Leach forgot that he was to congratulate us for winning in the Pawlimpics. Oh, merciful Moon! Spare thy forgetful leech!

Look! Mr. Leach went hiding in our lizard Troy's hole. I hope he will not have the bad luck of meeting those pack of snappy red ants who will in turn suck his blood!

Oh, Mr. Leach! The moon is waxing to full. People are grouchy. But me, I understand you totally even if you always misunderstood me. I thank you for visiting me even if we were not able to meet. After all, I am the real reason you went all the way here since I was the Winner of the Pawlimpics here!

Hope to see you again . . .

Reading Images of the Present

This is my younger brother Sweepy.

He is the
community
volunteer
to help people
learn and understand
how to care for animals
and the laws
that protect us
from abuses
and cruelty.






If you see
this poster

around you
please take
the time
to read
and understand
what it is saying.

It is
not easy
for animals
like us
to live in a world
run by people.


At the end of the day
animals like Sweepy
and the houndsinheaven
can get tired
get lost,
get sick,
or even die . . .
if people will not care













Stop Animal Abuse
and be a Responsible Animal Owner.

Learn to Care
for your pet animals
and your environment.

I rarely bark
but this time
I join my family
in this urgent time.

Woofy, Cruel People!
Your Time Is Up!

The Month of Art, Books, and Memories. . .

. . . that's the month of October.
When was the last time
you went to a museum?
Or to the silid aklatan
which you better know as a library?
Memories of the past.
Stories wrapped in memories.
Shaped from mud.
Written in pencil.
Painted.

My friend Claire
loves to paint toys
that tells the story
of her memories.

Her last exhibit (August) at Tin-aw Gallery
"louder symphony, homage to crashing"
are happy images of superheroes
playing in the human world.

I sometimes wonder
who is really playing and happy?
Was it the toy or the child?
The one playing or the object of play?
'Cause everytime I play
my play ball seems to be the one
enjoying and bouncing in joy.
While I am tired catching my breath
from running after it!

You can read many stories
in some works of art
which you will find
in a museum or art gallery.
Or in the pages of a book.
Or in the memories left by loved ones
who has freely left your life.

Maybe
it is just right
to visit them again.



from Sumo's October 9 post:
Ang Buwan ng Sining, Aklat at Alaala . . .