Heads Up! Anyone Find the Wrong Treat in Beggin’ Strips?

We discovered this morning that the package of Purina Beggin Strips we purchased held a different treat, something similar to a pig-in-the-blanket.  I took photos of the packaging and the contents, then called the 800 number provided.   My intent was just to advise someone of the problem and then to return the package to WalMart and get the right product.  Of course the call took longer than I was prepared for, but the representative was pleasant and quick enough.  She requested bar code number, packaging number, description of the item, and place purchased. That was easy.  But now, rather than exchanging the package, we’re to send them two cups of the contents. Purina will send a prepaid mail-in container, which will arrive in 10 to 14 days.  We’ll see this through, and keep the bag and contents and send Purina what they need to determine what occurred and where. We weren’t seeking a refund. I’d pay that small amount again to avoid the niggling steps.  BUT.  If it were poisonous or in someone else’s hands, I’d want them to take the steps to get it identified and off the shelves.  Also, I’d rather others know before two or more weeks.  So, heads up!.

Fiddling “Put Your Little Foot”

I’ve been practicing the fiddle this morning, “Ragtime Annie,” “Put Your Little Foot,” “Midnight on the Water,” “Rosin the Bow,” “Cajun Waltz,” and a few others.. I don’t sound “sweet” or “true” yet, but I’m better than I was a year ago. Pearly, the resident critic cat, sometimes stays in while I practice. Lily, our hound/lab mix has always been tolerant. She’ll lie in the floor and fall asleep. She has some nice traits.

While listening to versions of “Put Your Little Foot,” I relearned the steps, and also learned a little history about that dance form and that particular tune.  According to one on-line source (see the video) the dance, a varsouvianna, started out as a mazurka over 250 years ago and spread.  It’s also played as a polka, and is in A Streetcar Named Desire. It’s the same melody. I can do that dance now! In a speedy search, I found it had been recorded by Bob Wills, Stacy Phillips, Calvin Vollrath, and many, many more well known fiddlers. Missouri’s Charlie Walden plays a sweet version (of course) and has provided a three part arrangement which I am taking to today’s Sunday jam.

 

Humming Giraffes, Purring Cats, Loving Animals

I read Mark Trail panels in the Sunday comics yesterday and learned that giraffes, though they make no vocalizations when around humans, hum at night when they’re alone. (I guess video/audio surveillance captures this.) Scientists are exploring whether the hum is akin to snoring or if it is communication among giraffes. I hope it’s the latter. I sort of know it is–humming a message at night. How real that sounds. Recently, I watched Spy in the Wild (TV documentary). The hidden camera captured a group of giraffes paying a visit to the remains of a deceased giraffe, as elephants do to their relatives. It was a touching scene.  I’ve no doubt they have many sensibilities we humans do not recognize, possibly some good ones we don’t have.

The hum could be like purring, which to cats is a communication and a comfort. They purr, I’ve read, even when dying. My female cat, Pearly, has at least two distinctive purrs. One is a straightforward, steady purr. The other is a split sound, the steady purr accompanied by a faint bubbling water sound (not liquid in the throat). It’s very charming and always brings out the best behavior in me. She has other vocalizations requesting something. One is a short, spurted Mew, that indicates emergency–the stray cat ate all the food.  She gives me slow blinks when all is well. I blink back, squeezing my eyelids down a bit to make the blinks match hers.

It’s humbling to discover the intelligence and emotions of animals. It’s also frightening. I don’t have a concept of “dumb animals” anymore. Everything is a personality, an entity, and if I dwell on that, the responsibility of it gets overwhelming. I can’t save everything or support all the causes. Documentaries like Blackfish  (on killer whales) and Shirley and Jenny are uncomfortable knowledge. I regret enjoying water world shows and circuses.  I can’t visit zoos. And so on.  But there’s a danger in being too precious with one’s own sensibilities–scrupulosity. Let me avoid that.

So, I balance my concern thinking with pleasure about the sheer wonder of the animal world.  Occasionally, I howl with my dogs. I stand on my deck and whistle back at birds.

Is a Failed GOP Health Care Bill Trump’s Plan?

Is Trump counting on a NO vote for the GOP health bill? Is that win for him?  After all, Obamacare will survive, many people will be happy, he will have tried to fulfill his promise, and the GOP can work on the bill forever, while he goes on to other matters.   By insisting they vote and lose, he’s working both sides.  Maybe he can have his cake and eat it too. Win-Win.

Does Belle Eat at the Banquet?

I saw Beauty and the Beast last night. The visuals and the audio were beautiful! Dan Stevens (from Downton Abbey) was a surprise, since I hadn’t read the credits. Nice surprise.

I wondered why, though, Belle didn’t eat during the grand meal prepared for her by the enchanted household. The wonder of the meal preparations and service kept my eyes and mind busy, but, still, I noticed that food was whisked away, or flew somewhere, or rolled off. Belle was certainly hungry—she had expressed so, and that’s why the meal was offered and provided. But she didn’t take a bite that I saw.  (If I missed it, please let me know.)

Belle did eat with the Beast in a charming, old-fashioned way that allowed them to be equal and comfortable—and full. Since so much entertainment occurred during the elaborate dinner, I wondered if the two meals were a deliberate contrast. The simple meal with someone dear was more nourishing.

Good Wishes for Melania

I cringe when anyone says something negative about Melania Trump, especially about her past. She’s married to Trump which makes her sympathetic in my view. She seems to be a good mother, is a bright woman, and is graceful. She may have had to struggle greatly (and still be struggling) to be where she is. I’m glad Trump acknowledged her at the beginning of his debut address to Congress and extremely glad that the attendees applauded, at least the ones I saw did so. How she conducts herself as First Lady matters more than her past or her husband. Women, especially, should help her succeed.

If a Staged Error, a Misguided Good Intent

I wish I had not added such positive note to the end of my previous Word Press post, so I’m expanding my comments.The Moonlight winners were diminished, whether the error was genuine or fake (I believe the latter). They didn’t get time to accept the award, to be poised and articulate. They had to scurry up and share the stage with the generous-hearted La La Land people. The final scene on stage is a lovely one from the togetherness angle, and, if planned, was likely well motivated. But look who had the most time center stage. I think there was a remark circulating Oscars night about a white man saving jazz in La La Land. This final scene has a bit of that not pleasant edge.