mister soul happy today.

mister was soul happy and frisky this morning i got excited. we saw an indigo bunting--swoon! and i sang a duet with a beaming yellow breasted oriole who cocked her head at this ungainly deep voiced bird. i talked to a fellow from the museum who is a birder too and told him about protect our parks and he told me about a firebrand at the museum also passionately involved in saving our park from the obomba confiscation. there were many birders some flew all the way from brazil. if only they didn't have to take a plane. mister was trotting still and happy happy all the way home. sadly i'm told it was only that rope that is bad for mister, and that real rope is ok. i don't know what kind of rope was removed from mister's gut along with 12 inches of intestine, i think to mister, as to me, rope is rope, and he will eat rope, but ok. he's not my dog, and i can't reason with such rationality. i just closed the door saying i can't talk about this now. i was too upset. i saw him suffer and nearly die from eating rope. i can't talk about it. i can only blog, and pray, for mister. 
i sent a letter to charlotte of protect our park and i hope to have a reply. i will continue to talk in here and out there about the predations in our park and all parks, and the whole fragile planet. with love, with dogs, in solidarity with green space and all life.