Rock Modo

Pretty excited. In the studio again. Finishing three songs next weekend and will mix and master soon after. The songs are “Monkey Grin”, “I’d Rather be a Dog” and “Mariupol Will Rise Again”. I have 7 more written and pre-produced which will be released this year as money permits. Sheesh. Every damn thing always is about money, isn’t it. All rock songs and professionally recorded. Hoping to have something to show you in early May. Thanks for continuing to listen. Modo.

I have pasted a link to my new video for Alien at the Wheel. It might be disturbing and graphic, but the images match the lyrics. I wrote the song about the disintegration of a society and degradation of the environment. There are no paid actors in this sorry tale.
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After vaguely threatening for months now, we are finally in the studio in a couple of weeks to record a new song called "Mariupol Will Rise Again." I had larger ambitions for an album project but meager coin of the realm. That's okay. Songs do not go bad if they are not refrigerated. Wishing you all pleasant months ahead and good listening.

Random pseudo philosophical nonsense, as usual
The Home Stretch
I have finally loaded a new song. Another Modo collaboration with Mel Gargus and lead guitar from Al Perez. “Funky Dread” is just another straight ahead tale of a friendship going bad. I am going to write different lyrics out because they are a little more complex.
Make my diamond shine
You can throw away the lifeline
What can take the place of, those little things you so love
The nausea it comes and goes
She told me, only a woman could know
How it feels to lose yourself within
So I’m floating in the water waiting for the end of the world.
Living for each moment
Becoming Misha McDonut
Memorize what never applies
Memorize the best lies
I’ve always denied my gift of sight
The Lord brought me crying into the light
And just for a moment I felt it again
Bound by one purpose wrapped by a single chain
So I’m floating in the water waiting for the end of the world.

This lyric is about nostalgia for the moment of birth. As one cynic said, the moment you emerge you begin the inexorable grind toward your demise. I am much more optimistic than that, but understand the reasoning. As another Modo song once said
Life is short but the days drag on
And waiting’s just too hard to swallow
I’m a proud and stubborn man
But just one kiss and I’ll follow.
Or perhaps the Beatles with, “It’s a long and winding road, that leads to your door.” There as many ways to write it as people to say it. That’s why we tart it up in these allusions. If the lyric read,
You’re born
You fart around for a while
You die
It would be a pretty short and boring song…haha. Make the most of your summer everyone. And thanks for listening.

The Home Stretch

Howdy everyone. Hoping summer has been special and that we are moving ahead from the tribulations of the lockdowns. Mercifully for you it has been months since the last outrage on this page. But time again for the next chapter. We have finally released the master version of "Metal Dreams" to digital platforms and created a video for YouTube. Behold a fresh Spotify link and a You Tube URL. (expired link) . Digital Media sites all hawk stream numbers and without them we have zero chance. I had dreamed of releasing a six song EP, but that kind of presentation is dead. I will try and upload a new song every two months to see how that anvil flies. I don't have a working band, so can't play live to promote my musings. I thank you very deeply for supporting me on N1M. It has been a good summer personally. Modo and his trusty mountain bike, "the Green Beast" have had an excellent riding season. The body is strong though the brain is as mushy as ever. Take care, have some fun and keep listening. My kudos for supporting indie music. Next time I will include the words to a couple of new songs for your critique. Rock Modo. Calgary, Canada.

Shameless self promotion.

Howdy. Metal Dreams has been on N1M for a year or two. It was near the top of the N1M hard rock chart for most of that until I got bored with the site. Video was made by Richard Thurlbeck in Vancouver, Canada. This audio is the final studio version and quality is relatively high. Please check it out and I would appreciate any comments, good. bad, or evil. Stay safe, you scoundrels..haha. Modo.

Hmmm. There hasn’t been a Modo sighting for months now. Time to blacken 2021 with the first blog of the new season. This is a summary of a science fiction novel I have been working on. It would appear to be inspired by the current pandemic, but dates from the time when H1N1 was the word. Progress is plodding. These things run 250 to 300 pages, so Lord help me. The theme song is written however and here is the first verse:
Who are you; jet black or razor blue?
It’s time to learn but there’s a cost.
Some will reach the stars but most are lost.
In time I found my ocean.
Learned to kill without emotion.
Learned to forget their faces
Take my mind to special places.
I hide the monsters in the spaces now.
Scenario: World Gone Mad
Pandemic after pandemic is appearing on Earth. Society is disrupted. Economies are shattered. Systems are overwhelmed. Why is this? Internet conspiracy paranoids crow about the Illuminati and other such ridiculous tripe. Reality is much more sinister. Organisms are being deliberately introduced from off world. Just when things appear completely hopeless and no solution is near, a Starship delegation appears. “We come in peace.” Earth leaders are not worried. Show them everything. They have no immunity to the ravages of these terrible diseases. Nature will cure our alien problem. But no! They show great interest in invalids. They approach and examine without PPE and yet they are unaffected. We are doomed! Last year 3.1 million humans died, yet they are untouched. Perhaps these are the real Illuminati? The authorities beg, “How do you do it? Tell us the secret. Please, please.” “Ah, we have a vaccine that provides immunity to all of these organisms and many more.” “Have mercy. Please provide us with the cure.” “There is a problem. We do not know if it is effective in humans. Also we have signed the Galactic Space Covenant and we are not allowed to interfere by law, unless there is trade of fair value. It has been established over millennia that this is the only equitable way to proceed. You have nothing that we need, I’m afraid.” “Please consider more carefully. We will happily show you our entire planet. Anything is negotiable.” “Fine. We sympathize with your plight.” The tour proceeds through all corners of our World. They are shown many wonders, but none are suitable. The newly formed World Space Council is in despair. “Anything! Our way of life is disappearing. Our resources and infrastructure useless. Our care systems are strained far above capacity. Panic and starvation cannot be far off.” “Hmmm. We will consult with our Councils. They are brilliant minds and may find an answer.”
Weeks pass. Helplessness thickens. Finally the Bingle return. They meet in Council. “There is a chance, but we do not suggest this lightly. How many of you are dying each year from these sicknesses? Over 3 million you say. Many of our member species are brilliant intellectuals and technologists. But they are physically weak or handicapped in many environments. We have noticed that your biggest asset is your young, strong, healthy generations. Therefore with reluctance we propose the following trade. We would accept 500,000 of your young ones each year and deliver sufficient vaccine to protect the remainder of your planet. This arrangement can continue until it no longer suits you. The potion is very powerful and may even increase your lifespan? This work force would be distributed amongst the planets to aid in the running of the more physically needy societies. Do not fear. These are civilized beings, not savages. We would have an effective work force and they would be finding adventure and learning the secrets of the Universe. And even with their loss, you would be saving 2.6 million of your brethren each year.” Of course there is much hue and cry and whining and carping, but human greed won out and the deal was sealed. Thus began the Universal draft. And this is how humans became the willing slaves of the populated Galaxy.

But this is only the beginning. The Exodus is difficult for most. But some adapt and prosper. Any child whose parents were rich or privileged did not get picked in the draft lottery. This was one of the miracles of the process. So only the strong, the experienced and even the clever were transported. Of course the authorities felt obligated to include any of the reprobates and outright villains they could round up, so it was quite the diverse crew. The bottom line was that in general, survivors were sent to the stars rather than the dead wood. This was to play a vital part in the success of the departed on other planets and the degeneracy that flourished on Earth. At first they are hard-working menials. But their life span is enhanced and the wonders of the Universe are all around. Some become trusted servants and even lively companions. They are taught the meaning of some wonders and a few absorb this quickly and want more. The Aliens think, “Let them breed. They can be clever and resourceful things.” Thus they become intertwined in the cycle of life. But there are always small-minded individuals. A cult develops. They see themselves as the natural heirs to power on Earth and wish to return and conquer their Kingdom. Fools. Eventually they become dangerous rather than simply annoying. The Enlightened humans must track them down and eliminate these pests. There will be no killing, except in battle. An altering drug will be administered that plays the individuals prejudices into a new reality, far changed from the previous dangerous one. The Enlightened humans have no wish to return to Earth. They have been granted the greatest gift; knowledge rather than power. They no more wish to conquer Earth than a New York billionaire wishes to return to his birthplace in rural Saskatchewan and become mayor. The rebels will not be easy to locate scattered across dozens of worlds of various stages of development. The leadership falls to Special Agent Armand Fuego to locate the bad seeds and infiltrate their lair. A surprise tip from Puppy McDonut leads through a chain of stranger and stranger worlds to a showdown at the edge of the inhabited Galaxy. Stay tuned.

This should be the last one that you will need to bear for a while. It is snowing heavily in my old Alberta home, which means that time is nigh to reintroduce this Modo to little studio and search for sounds. Wish me luck. This scoundrel virus is proving to be nefarious and persistent, so I hope you are taking care. For promo vids on prevention, by musical artists who are on N1M, please check (expired link). Also links to other artistic govno. This is another tale of our Secret Agent Puppy and his intrigue on behalf of his beloved Ukraine. Thanks everyone. Modo.

The Snoop Dumpling Affair
This is a story in which Snoop McDonuts is not directly implicated, but Puppy McDonut is a main player in the events that will be described. The Eastern cultures are renowned for their delicious and solid food preparations. Amongst the legends of cuisine is the simple, yet oh so subtle dumpling, in its various regional guises and preferences. With the dizzying array of choices, it can be a daunting task to select the ideal treat for a special gathering and it is for this very reason that a small class of highly sensitive specialists has evolved to assess the merit of the numerous varieties. In this category, at the very apex of skill and reputation is Ukraine’s ambassador to the world, the incomparable Puppy McDonut, or Tsar Pel’meni as he is affectionately known. Each household possesses their own recipes of course, but when large quantities are needed for special occasions, this is the situation where the Puppy is revered for his choice of the perfect complement for any important meal. To maintain his competitive edge our hero must pursue a regime of relentless research on new varieties, while fully understanding the full range of more traditional flavors. It is from this dedication to discovery that our Puppy became immersed once again in the political entanglements of his beloved Ukraine.
As it happens, our Uncles Dmitri and Igor are very close to their Baba Gorokh, a brilliant innovator of special treats, who is the proprietor of Baba Kukhnya, the most famous in the entire Ukraine. Her kitchen in Vinnytsya is a must visit for any dumpling lover or casual gourmet in search of a delicious experience. Her authentic recipes and state of the art research facility have made her creations a part of every grand feast. “It is better than homemade, it is Baba Gorokh.” Even Pravda agrees.
It is early Monday morning at Snoop McDonuts. The Puppy has come in with Annie while Coyote has decided to nap in the back yard. But here is a surprise. “Why Uncles. So nice to see you, but it is your day off.” “Yes, yes Annie. Thank you. We did not forget. Could we borrow the Puppy for the day? We are driving to the country to see our Baba Gorokh and she has a new flavor of dumpling to test. Certainly our King is the very best at that.” “Of course Uncles. The Puppy loves the country, and especially seeing your dear Baba. And what of you Uncles? I had not known you were such dumpling lovers?” “Errrr. Well, it is true, Annie. Perhaps she did say something about a new batch of hooch to sample? “Ha, ha, ha. What rascals you are. Have a fine day in the country and give my best to your Baba Gorokh.” Puppy has overheard. “Bark, bark, bark, hooray! Thank you Dmitri. Thank you, Igor. Such fun. We will behave, Mommy. I love you.” “Yes, yes you scoundrels. Enjoy your visit.”
Our adventurers tumble into the jeep with gusto. There is honest excitement as they exit the old city. The Puppy of course is a dumpling lover of the highest order and truth be told, though our Uncles are rather gruff and stoical, they are enlivened with anticipation of Baba’s new offering of hooch, also a famous product of her esteemed kitchen. The arrival promises something for everyone, as is usual at Baba Kukhnya. When spirits are high the time passes quickly and soon they enter the outskirts of Vinnytsya. On a pleasant street in the ancient town is a grand sign reading, “Congratulations. You have found it. All are welcome at Baba Kukhnya. Something for everyone!” “Bark, bark, arf, arf, woof, woof.” Puppy’s magic nose has found the subtle aroma of premium dumpling. “What a fine day!” Our Uncles park the Jeep and saunter toward the entrance, but Puppy cannot contain his excitement and bursts through the door startling the patrons. Suddenly there is spontaneous applause as they turn to look and identify the intruder. “Goodness. It is Puppy McDonut. What an honor.” The Puppy is completely comfortable in his own fur. If you ask him what he does, he will not say, “I’m a little dog now, but someday I will be a show winner.” He will state quite openly, “I am Yedok Kolbasy and I am very happy being a puppy. Do you have an extra sausage please?” Yes, his reputation is large, but he is still a little dog of the people. He bows graciously to his fans. The clamor has brought Baba Gorokh from the kitchen and she greets everyone with her usual warmth. “Why Igor and Dmitri. The favorite Uncles. And look at this. You have brought a superstar. Your timing is wonderful. I am cooking a new flavor in the research kitchen and I would be so pleased to have an opinion from our expert. Come into the special area. These dumplings should be ready in a half hour and in the meantime, let us raise a glass and catch up on family matters. While the adults gossip and take a glass of hooch, the Puppy begins his Zen preparation, clearing his mind and sharpening his palate for the tasting. This is not simply satisfying a craving. A new kind of dumpling is serious business and the reputation of a nation might be at stake. When the dumplings arrive, the Puppy is in an altered state as he contemplates the aroma and the aesthetics of the platter. And then, before the adults are fully aware, the plate is bare. “Goodness. These are raving beauties!” The Puppy has devoured each one in a flash and now lays down to enjoy the aftertaste and savor each delicious dumpling burp. “”Baba Gorokh. I bow to your genius. This flavor is a masterpiece. A triumph. Congratulations. You must inform the authorities. This should be registered with the Bureau immediately.” “I can barely believe this Puppy. Your skills are breath taking. It is as if they vanished into thin air. By coincidence, the authorities will be arriving shortly. They need the perfect dumpling for a very important dinner in Kharkov, not 10 days forward. With your permission Puppy, I will explain to them your testing and will advance your opinion of this new treat. They have stressed the great importance of this event and we have been sworn to secrecy, but the word of Puppy McDonut carries great weight in culinary circles” “Oh yes, Baba. I will be proud to. This dumpling will be a sensation.”
The Authorities arrive shortly with great bluster. “Baba Gorokh. Have you thought carefully of our proposal? Your reputation is stellar, but this is a very important occasion.” “Oh yes dears. And I have the top professional to second my opinion. Gentlemen, meet Puppy McDonut.” “Hmmmm. Graf Pel’meni. You have gone above and beyond Baba. And you share her enthusiasm sir?” “Oh yes. This is the best I have ever tasted and destined to become a national treasure.” “Very well. Let us make the arrangements Baba. Oh, and Puppy. Invitations have been sent for you and Annie and Misha. They should be arriving shortly. We will see you in Kharkov.” The deal is done in Baba’s little office. Afterwards, the adults continue their conversation while the Puppy dozes in contentment and burps his dumpling pleasure. “Come Puppy. We must be leaving. It has been a lovely visit. You have discovered a gem and I must say, that was exceptional hooch. Thank you Baba.” “Return soon Uncles and our dear Puppy is always welcome. Adieu.”
The journey home always feels longer than the ride to an adventure. Fortunately, our Puppy is too immersed in his dumpling burps to obsess on the dinner to come. He bursts into the McDonut house barking, “Mommy, Mommy. We are invited. It will be so delicious.” “Whatever does the Puppy mean, Dmitri?” “Ah, there is a big dinner in Kharkov and you have been invited.” “I see. Well our little king will be insufferable for the next while, I think. Thank you Uncles for giving the Puppy such a fine day.” And sure enough it is so. An excited Puppy asks at least 32 times a day, “Is it here yet? Please, please. Is it here?” “Patience Puppy. So many questions.” And when the cards finally arrive, “Is it time yet Mommy? Please, please. Is it time?” And now the day finally is on us. Now there will be peace in the McDonut house! This is a formal gathering of course. The little Tsar looks very elegant in his tux and tie. Assembly is at 6 sharp for presentations and the toast.
The state dinner is blessed with many dignitaries and famous citizens. Often these are dull and pedantic affairs, but the Great Hall dazzles with brilliant decorations and the bright lights that are many of the guests. This will be a lively evening. After all, it is designated for the opening of talks between rebels and government authorities, to end incursions in the eastern region and signal a return to growth and prosperity. The Puppy is seated between a famous writer and a politician from the Donbass. Conversation is spirited. The Puppy looks around at all the delicious food and is dumbfounded by the plump, juicy dumplings on each delicious plateful. “Goodness. So much silly chatter while the yummy food sits in waiting for a feast. I must investigate.” He quietly slips under the table. After all, he is Secret Agent Stealth Puppy, trained by the authorities to be their best agent. He is a good dog, but so much temptation lies around him. The signal sounds for the toast before the meal begins. The Puppy spots a particularly attractive dumpling and gently sniffs from his hiding spot. “Such a treat!” He does not really mean to, but he knocks the dumpling skillfully from the plate and snatches it in midair. “We cannot waste this beauty. My apologies to whoever this guest might be.” He moves ahead with his exploration. Not two meters away he sees a very special prize. “The Queen of dumplings for certain. Who is this fortunate soul? I must look closer.” Oh no. The same result. Another dumpling mysteriously disappears into the Puppy’s mouth. But this time he is not so fortunate. The toast is concluded and as the owner places his glass he sees his beautiful dumpling disappear below the table. He roars in anger. “My dumpling! Vanished!” Pandemonium! In the noise and confusion, the Puppy slides onto his chair, unimpeded as he slithers through the general panic. The guests have all spotted the quality of their dumplings and are appalled that they too might be victims of this outrage. The Puppy tucks his napkin into his collar and quietly awaits the announcement to commence eating. He is a clever one and knows that this is a time for calm. He can softly burp his purloined treats later and savor his triumph. After all, a dumpling always tastes better from someone else’s plate!
As we know, the dinner was a special one and when the announcement was published, there was a crush of ticket requests and thus the facility was bulging with guests. Anyone with any connection at all had somehow wrangled tickets, as often happens with these events. The rub was that the kitchen was searched desperately for extra dumplings, but only one was found in a forgotten pot. It of course went to the big boss and one poor soul ate his dinner lamenting the loss of his treat. And what a prize they had found! Inside the plumper was the juiciest one our guests had ever seen. This made it even more galling for our mayor of Kiev, who was the unlucky one that did without. It will be a bitter and uneasy memory for certain. Ah well. Simply too much temptation for Tsar Pel’meni. But the incident has enlivened the affair and it is an unqualified success. Later at the reception in the Great Room where the guests assemble for apertifs, Annie winks at our Puppy and comments, “I am sure our Super Agent Puppy knows nothing of the cause of this? Never mind. It certainly set the mood for a fine evening.” The Puppy makes his most innocent look and bravely suppresses another dumpling burp. “Of course not Mommy. Puppy McDonut is a good dog!” And that was that. Another chapter in the legend of our little hero.
But the memorable fete has broken the ice, or the dinner roll so to speak, and negotiations proceeded with much more harmony and good humor. Eventually, an initial agreement is reached and the parties invited to present their case before the (expired link). Assembly in New York City. Meanwhile, it is business as usual at Snoop McDonuts. Some days after the general treaty is signed, a fleet of giant black limos parks in front of the world famous café. This is not just a delegation of authorities, but the big boss. “Goodness,” thinks the Puppy. “Now I am for it!” It is Zelensky himself who takes the Puppy into his confidence. “Well Puppy. In the aftermath of the Kharkov incident and with careful consideration, the Agency concluded that there was only villain capable of this daring theft and it was our own Secret Agent Puppy. Please, please. Do not confirm or deny. I do not wish to carry this truth with me. But in a way it was a Godsend. There was so much talk of the scandal around the great heist there was no time for the antagonists to renew their bitter arguments. It was a brilliant coup and negotiations were lively and productive. Congratulations super sleuth. I admit Puppy that I was very angry at first with the theft of my dumpling at the special dinner. But my advisers explained later that you are perhaps Ukraine’s greatest expert of this national treasure. And this new flavor was delightful! I can understand your behavior in this light. Klitschko however will never forgive you. He was unable to have his dumpling replaced and his resentment still simmers. Never mind though. Let us attend to the task at hand. Our country is at war and this schism is doing great harm to our prosperity and our future as a nation. Now our task is even more pressing. We have this original pact that could someday help settle decades of grievances. We must win the world’s support for this process and a (expired link). resolution would help gain acceptance for this agreement. I have been invited by the UN to address the situation and to reinforce the resolution condemning the thugs that threaten our stability in the East. I have spent weeks thinking of the best candidate to second my position with the Council. Who better than Puppy McDonut, a proud ambassador for our country and world renowned for his many adventures and his numerous appearances on the Oprah show? I realize that you are a busy dog with many sticks to conquer. But could you see yourself clear to accompany me on this crucial mission? You my son have been a tireless spokes puppy for our culture and heritage. I trust your instincts to help sway the representatives with a candid dog’s eye view of our situation. However you should decide to proceed, we completely trust your judgement.” Our Puppy is a deep patriot and will not decline an opportunity to help his beloved Ukraine. “Yes Mr. President. I am your dog. Tell me when we should proceed and I will make arrangements.” “Shake a paw Puppy. Our agents will soon be in touch. Thank you.” The authorities are thrilled. “Our cause is blessed. The Puppy is an icon around the world, our most recognized and decorated citizen. I have very high hopes for the success of this delegation. We will travel to New York early and set our strategy.”
There are no such afterthoughts for our little prince. Once the dice have been tossed, he is ready for the mission. In the meantime, Kiev is teeming with sticks and squirrels that demand his attention. The day of action will come soon enough without fretting on it. Our little hero knows that a good dog always makes new friends. And he has a little surprise under his collar, as we will see later. There is no fear in our lad. He looks like a cute little Puppy, but in his heart he is a wild beast. He goes duly about his business and is somewhat surprised when he is summoned. “Already? This is rather sudden, but I am ready. Will we have yummy snacks in New York City?” “Why Puppy. It has been three weeks. Never mind. I know you always have much on your mind. You have three days until we depart. And yes, Puppy. There are many yummy snacks in New York City.” “Yippeeee! In 3 days then.”
This time Annie will accompany the little warrior. Misha had escorted Pink and Yellow Kitten to Washington to introduce their miracle doughnut vaccine to America. Annie will see that the Authorities do not exploit the Puppy’s good nature. “They are all scoundrels, but we will have a fine time in America,” says Annie. But the Puppy is still dreaming of the snacks, so Annie gathers his comfy travel bed and chew toys and his favorite “goodnight” stick. The day arrives and the mission begins. It is a long flight, but our little prince has mastered the ancient art of napping and there are sausages on the plane. On arrival, the Authorities are jet lagged but the Puppy is ready to conquer the new world. “We will rest at the hotel and then take a long walk Puppy, just you and I, to make our strategy.” So in mid-afternoon Puppy and the Boss meet in the Plaza. “It is the first day. A long walk will ease the tension and anticipation. The delegation is otherwise ready. We will be the face of this initiative.” As always the whispers follow. “Don’t stare, but it is Puppy McDonut. What a good dog!”
They arrive at Central Park Manhattan, which is in full greenery. But, oh oh! Something rather more important has captured the Puppy’s gaze. It seems like there is a squirrel for every tree. “Stop this at once you reprobates. It is an outrage! Woof, woof, woof, woof.” Our Puppy is off, chasing like a wild beast. “Puppy, Puppy, we must have a plan.” “Oh no Mr. President. I have that covered. And look at all these little scoundrels. They must be taught their place. Bark, bark, bark, bark!” Scrambling and twisting and turning in pursuit. A mad ballet of rascal squirrels and our little McDonut. Even Zelensky forgets his worries at the joyful exhibition in front of him. “How right our Puppy is. The success of our mission is certain if we believe in our hearts. And is there ever more fun than a park, a playful puppy and a bushel of squirrels? Chase on Puppy!” So it is with light hearts that these two return to their hotel. “Thank you my son for this break. I feel so good about our chances now. May your snacks be delicious little tsar. Until tomorrow.” “Well Puppy. Are we ready now?” “Oh yes Annie. It was a fine day.”
The next morning they are politely received at the UN, but the warmth is missing. I am afraid the Council has heard this sad melody before. Nonetheless they plow bravely ahead. Zelensky presents the treaty and explains with passion the history of this conflict and that damage that has occurred. All very noble and relevant, the Council acknowledges, but so goes this hard world. It will be on the shoulders of our brave Puppy to strike the convincing blow. Puppy has a surprise for the Council. As Puppy approaches the bench he wags his tail twice in signal. From the side chamber comes serving tables elegantly presented. The steaming plates are alive with succulent and tempting aromas. “Please my friends. Dig in to these scrumptious snacks and I will explain the purpose of this distraction. This is a perfect treat baked to order by Martha Stewart herself. From the Eastern Ukraine, sausages of exquisite taste and pedigree. From the West, Baba’s own new dumpling, certainly destined to be a world heritage flavor. Just as there is harmony on this plate before you, there is the chance for the same result if a peace accord can be approved and supported. We must celebrate our similarities and not our differences, which are remarkably trivial when all is done. This, in my mind, is the true message from the simple viewpoint of a cute little puppy. I love my country as everyone else does. We must not think only of our own advantage, but the lifting of all lives on balance. We must cooperate and live in peace. By all means hate your enemy, for that is personal. But we are not natural enemies, so banish this feeling and enjoy freedom, just as we now enjoy this remarkable plate. The price of peace may be a few damaged egos, but this is the payoff ladies and gentlemen. Thank you friends. That is all I have to say.”
Pandemonium. A perfectly delicious plate and a perfect summation from our little spokes puppy. The Council is swayed by the eloquence and the succulent dishes before them. The pathway to a successful conclusion is not a road paved in diamonds, but a rough track travelled in a poor old tired Lada. Still, the brave and committed will follow that path with honor. And as always, Pravda has the last say. “The Evolution of the Humble Dumpling. Peace Accord Reached. All Ukraine rejoices.” The End.

The McDonut saga continues. This might appear as a variant of the ancient saying, "when pigs can fly," but that is not how it started. Puppy McDonut will chase almost anything alive, but when he met pigs in Vinnytsya, he ran and hid. Nor is it a satire of traditional dance. At its best this is a superb and entertaining art form requiring grace, strength, flexibility, years of practice and inherent ability. The costumes are marvels and the music generally lively and uplifting. Besides, who really knows if pigs can or cannot dance?
The attached song is a remix of a tune already posted. It was recorded on 4-track cassette, so lent itself nicely to an upgrade in a digital audio workstation. It is still a demo, but a clean one.

The Dancing Pigs of Vinnytsia
We all remember the first great pandemic of the 21st century. Many people became very restless with their forced confinement. As it happens, pigs are bored during lockdown, just as humans. After all, they are clever and sociable beasts. Aside from the fact that they weigh 200 kilos, they would be fine pets and companions. Our porcine heroes are residents on the outskirts of Vinnytsia, an ancient and historical city of the Ukraine. As the quarantine lengthens, they have wracked their brains for new hobbies to pass their time productively. One day, they notice the farmer’s girls practicing traditional dance in the bright sunshine. How dazzling they are! They have an idea. “Let’s try that. It is so elegant and graceful. Such fun!” They begin to practice a little each day when no one is around. Soon they are mimicking routines and learning new ones from the internet. They have an Apple IPig for their use. As they get better they practice more and more complex dance routines. These are sleek and athletic pigs, not big fat porkers. A twirl and a spin. “Kick higher brothers and sisters. Excellent!” Our piggies are quite good. But what is to become of it? No one notices. They are just pigs after all. Our dancers do not care. They are doing something they love.
One day our Uncles are returning to Kiev from Vinnytsia. They have delivered a Jeep load of fresh McDonuts to a nearby village for a special celebration. “Stop Dmitri. Look at this spectacle. This routine is amazing!” They stop and watch. They are mesmerized. Wow! When it is over, great applause. The pigs are startled but pleased. “Where do you perform? You are splendid dancers.” “No sir. We do not have an audience. We are doing something that we enjoy very much. It has been a blessing during this quarantine.” “Nonsense. You should be seen. Talent like this must be shared. Doesn’t your farmer appreciate your art?” “We have not told him. It is almost summer and he is very busy.” “Well, we will put a stop to that. You are perhaps the best we have seen, pigs or humans. Fetch him Dmitri.” And off he goes. The family cannot comprehend. They are thinking that this Uncle is on hooch. “Our pigs? Great dancers? You are either a fool or a liar, or perhaps both? Har, har, har. Lead the way stranger.” Our Uncles choose the right song in the Jeep and off they go. Incredible! They have only ever performed in silence. But with this fresh inspiration, the dance takes on a new shining light. My goodness. What astonishment from the family. “You are great artists. We love traditional dance. We always wished for our daughters to be performers and although they are good, your interpretation brings tears to our eyes. You are right Uncles. What a revelation. You must have costumes and be shown to an audience. If only we knew the right connections to present you in the way which you deserve.” “Never fear. We have many contacts from our association with the World Famous Snoop McDonuts. It would be shameful if such inspiration was squandered. Thank you piggies for your time. It is something that we will not soon forget. Practice hard and above all, keep your restless spirit. You will hear from someone soon.”
Our Uncles return to Kiev to continue their work. The farm family are very excited and proud of the proteges. “Continue your practice little ones. We will provide the music our daughters use for their dance so that you may have the full experience. We must get you correct costumes. Such art must be authentic.” Soon all the neighbours are coming to watch as word spreads and their local fame grows. The Uncles have remembered an impresario in Vinnytsia and have explained the skill of these unlikely dancers to him. “Bah”, he says. “Drinking again. Fine. I will go on your wild pig chase. If you insist, Dmitri.” But no. “They are incredible. This is the chance of a lifetime! What a find.” He contacts a local talent agency and soon, “You’re hired!” Now they are practicing daily in a local hall in full costume. A tour will begin when spring planting is finished. Let it never be said that Ukraine is not a land of opportunity! Meanwhile, they practice with new joy in their hearts.
Planting is completed and the magic moment arrives. The pigs tour the local area. Ticket sales are booming. A smash hit. Word spreads quickly. The internet explodes. Excitement builds. Soon there is talk of a world tour. In no time, they are such a sensation that even international dates are booked. From humble beginnings to rising stardom. A classic tale and well earned! Our Puppy and Coyote have heard rumors of this rising phenomenon. “Mommy. Daddy. Can we see this wonderful act? There is a command pre-tour performance tomorrow in Vinnytsia before they leave to dazzle the world. Coyote and I have traveled the world and endured fame. Let us support and advise them on the pitfalls.” “Of course dears. What helpful children.”
And the next day, to Vinnytsia it is. The Lada jeep purrs like a kitten on the rough road. On the day of the final local performance excitement is spreading. The auditorium is full and the stage is set. The audience waits breathlessly for our unlikely artists. How unusual. The wait is long. No piggies. What is this? Even the orchestra is confused. Our artists live clean lives. They are not on the hooch. They are comfortable and eager to perform. Eventually after much searching the emcee addresses the audience. “Please accept our sincere apology but the show is cancelled. There has been some kind of disturbance and our artists have disappeared. It is impossible to conceive. The authorities have been summoned. This is an outrage, a national disgrace! They must be found.” “Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz. What can it mean?” The front page of Pravda will tell the tale. “Dancing Pigs Disappear. Mystery or Elaborate Hoax? You be the Judge.” Puppy and Coyote are very distressed. Mommy, Daddy. We must investigate. Please Papa. Take us to the scene of this unspeakable crime. Please, please. I know we can help.” “Yes children. This is appalling. We must all try to do our part.”
Now let us return to the day before the grand performance. There is a certain oligarch for whom his plundered riches are not enough. He craves glory and acclaim. This oligarch desperately wants his daughters to win the talent contest at their private school. They will compete with their folk dance routine and dazzle the judges. No expense will be spared. He has recruited the famous teacher Olga Krevchuk. But the daughters are lazy and rude to her. They will not listen. She is old school and strict, but to no avail. Our oligarch despairs. “Their talent is obvious, but who can I find to train these little imps? Such rascals they are. This can be the first stepping stone to fame and glory!”
The bodyguards have noticed his distress. “Yuri. With respect, we have a suggestion. We know that this talent contest means a great deal to you. Please do not be offended, but your girls do not seem motivated by their current teacher. During our business in Vinnytsia we encountered quite a phenomenon. Farmer Stephanchuk has a traditional dance troupe gathered from his pigs of all things. We have attended a rehearsal. Their talent is limitless and their interpretations flawless. It beggars belief. I am sure that your daughters would be intrigued by such teachers. We could “persuade” them to give us some of their time. They are leaving soon for a world tour boss, so let us seize this opportunity immediately.” “Do it lads. We must be successful in this. Spare no expense!”
The bodyguards have made a clever plan. “These pigs have strong interest in the history of their craft. We will lure them to a barge on the Bug River with the promise of meeting the Cossack master, Mikhail Ropyaniuk, who has taken an interest in their unique interpretations. They will surely wear their costumes in their eagerness. Mikhail is a little down on his luck. We will insist that this is a training session for our proteges and that he will be well paid. Sadly, we cannot tell him our real intent because this scoundrel is an honest man. What a fool! But he will not give us up or we will withhold payment and his family will be on the street. If he does not accept the stick or the carrot, the cudgel will bring him around. Har, har, har, har. Let’s be at it laddies. There is a big contest to be won and the boss must have his way no matter what.”
These bullies have their own barge but they steal one just to keep in practice. The evil plot is in motion and now the barge has landed. The piggies are not sleeping anyway. They are a little anxious with the big command performance being the next day. “Pace, pace, oink, oink. Pace, pace, oink, oink.” And so it goes. They welcome the distraction from the plotters. How were they to know? These are honest and friendly porkers. They grab their costumes and readily follow. “Goodness. He is such an expert dancer and he wishes to meet us? What lucky little pigs we are.” They arrive at the river. “Please come aboard. We admire your work and you are honored guests.” Our dancers suspect nothing. Down below, they meet the master and all suspicion is gone. Our piggies are thrilled to meet the master. They see this art as not only fine recreation and entertainment, but as a rich expression of the history of their beloved Ukraine. The conversation is lively and they do not notice the motion of the river and before you can say “Razzle, Dazzle, Ding Dong,” this barge has flown. Mikhail notices first. “What is this you reprobates? We are moving. Turn around immediately. These artists have a performance soon.” “Calmly now. We need these dancers for a time. When we are done, you will be returned to your home. Do not resist. You have no choice.” Eventually the barge lands and the artists are taken to the giant estate of the Oligarch. We will hear more of these events soon.
Meanwhile, it is next day and after the disappearance and cancelled show, the McDonuts have arrived at the farm. They find baffled officials pondering the scene. “It is impossible. Gone, yet no sign of a struggle. I know how important this was to them and their family.” Puppy steps up. “Bark, bark. Let us look. We have experience with sleuthing. Coyote. Sniff it out.” Coyote has a powerful sense of smell, hundreds of times more sensitive than any human. Her people are great hunters and survivors. She walks the pigs’ home snuffling frantically. She’s got it! Child’s play for this one. She runs madly chasing the scent. Goodness. It leads to the river. “Look Puppy. There are marks from some sort of craft.” “It is a boat Coyote and a big one at that. Now why would they go for a boat ride on the night before the big performance?” “My nose tells me they have 3 humans for companions.” “Oh, oh. This is trouble Coyote. It is obviously something nefarious. Quickly authorities. Find us a boat. There is no time to lose. If we can see where they landed, my sister can find their location very quickly.” They cruise the water for hours, ever vigilant, looking left, looking right. Many kilometers down the Southern Bug they see a barge grounded on the right bank. “Now that is not right officers. Quickly to shore. Coyote will trace their movements.” The trail leads southwest and down river. A short distance away looms a giant castle surrounded by immaculate grounds and gardens. What could this be?
On a previous day, our stars had been taken to the Oligarch’s estate and introduced to the girls. They are indeed fascinated by their new guests and impressed by their skills. As it turns out, our pigs are not only great talents, but great teachers. The little girls love the piggies. They buckle down and repeat their routine over and over. “Steady Maria. Head a little to the right. A moment girls, there is one more sashay before that high kick, Excellent. Well done. Not so stiff in the twirl. Relax now. Let me show you. There. You have it. Nastya. Head a little higher please. Be proud. Your performance will be very good.” What an improvement. Just a little more practice and they will surely triumph! It is the morning of the talent contest and everyone is so excited. The work is done and now the payoff. “We are proud of you girls. You have listened and learned so well. Such good pupils. Now all that is left is for you to enjoy the show.” But what is this? A hubbub. A kerfuffle. Loud voices and footsteps outside the Great Hall. The door bursts open and leading the authorities we have Puppy and Coyote. “Arooooooooooooooh!” “Bark, bark, bark!“ “We have found you at last and you are unharmed. Thank goodness. Your family was so worried.” “Oh no. We are sorry for the concern. But we were never in danger and we were very busy with our new pupils. Please meet Maria and Nastya. They show great promise. It is true that we were kidnapped, but the cause was a good one. In truth, it was a nice interlude before our own tour begins. Thank you for your rescue. However did you find us? But we insist upon remaining with our pupils until after their contest. They have worked very hard and we wish that they should fulfill their destiny. Our tour can wait a day or two.”
On the night of the contest the hall is abuzz. As well as proud parents and relatives, we have our two sleuths and a gaggle of authorities. “Look. It is Puppy and Coyote McDonut. What an honor. And the Dancing Pigs of Vinnytsia in full costume! We will long remember this special evening!” All of the performers are very good. But towards the end a hush falls as our girls finally take the stage. A flash of light and a burst of music and they are off. How precise our dancers. Such grace and form. They are in a trance. The audience is swept away on a mystical journey. A magical night. Our piggies burst with pride. As they finish in a swirl of motion and a crash of wild sound, the spectators rise to their feet as one. “Bravo, bravo, bravo!” Nastya and Maria are acclaimed winners and handed the Gold Cup. “Well done! What fine dancers you are. It is not your fault that your father is such a scoundrel. You did not know we were here under duress and in truth, it has been a pleasure to teach such students. We are proud of your hard work. Enjoy your triumph my angels. There will be many more!”
The rest is almost inevitable. Once again it is back to Vinnytsia to complete unfinished business. The performance is a sensation. And now, off to conquer the world. Word builds quickly as our talented troupe dances in the fabled cities of Europe. Moscow, St. Petersburg, Kiev, Prague, Vienna, Berlin, Munich, London, Paris, Madrid, Rome. Each night is more breathtaking and memorable as the waves of acclaim build. And then to America. Carnegie Hall, Los Angeles Bowl. Legendary performances in legendary venues. Finally the tour winds down and our exhausted performers can dream of the cool, soothing mud of their beloved home. But wait! A letter arrives. May we have the pleasure of your company on the Oprah Show for September 13, 2021? We are flying Puppy and Coyote from Kiev to introduce you to the people of America who have heard of your triumph and wish to see our new heroes. Who could refuse? “Friends and neighbors. It is an honor to present our country men and friends from Vinnytsia, Ukraine. Join us in welcoming them to the stage for one final performance.” Pandemonium. Amongst their great artistic shows, this is the most supreme. Oprah is in tears. Such dexterity. Such grace. Wild ovations. America will long remember this great cultural export. And as always, the last word goes to Pravda. Headlines read, “All Doubt Vanishes. Faith Restored. The Dancing Pigs of Vinnytsia are Great Talents.” The end.

Another kids story. I hope my fellow travelers are faring well? It is almost fall, which is the beginning of music season. Alberta summers are too short and precarious to waste.
A Fine McDonut Day
It is another fine morning for the McDonut household. This has been a mild and pleasant spring and Snoop McDonuts has been very busy with people enjoying long walks on sunny days and stopping at this famous cafe for delicious snacks. The Choonie-Moonies have been working for days, helping customers at the eatery and are finally taking a much deserved off day. The Choonies are ancient creatures of the forest and friends to farmers everywhere. As the old ways die out, they have been forced to move to the city, where they have become cherished members of the Snoop McDonut family. But their love of the forest has not changed and when time is theirs, they love to tromp the hills and woods of Lake McDonut, where they cast their spells that protect the order of this wonderful forest.
The Choonies have packed snacks and drinks for the excursion and have gathered Pink Kitten and Yellow Kitten for the day’s fun. The kittens love to travel in their backpacks as the Choonies wind their way through their beloved forest. Puppy and Coyote are napping in the back yard as usual, enjoying the warmth of the morning sun. Such lazy ones! So it’s out the door and on the march. The neighborhood children wave in delight and yell “hooray” as the little procession comes into sight, the Choonies with their purple fur and Pink and Yellow Kitten in their custom designer backpacks. “Meow, meow, meow. Hello children. It is a delightful McDonut day!”
Lake McDonut glitters in the bright sunshine. What a sight! The Choonies are expert woodsmen and they soon find a little path on the side of the hill that winds up and down and all around in the woods, to the edge of the water. This is what nature intended. The children walk in silence, appreciating the wonderful greenery and the deep calm of the forest. Listen to the happy birds preening and cleaning their fathers and weaving their way from branch to branch. No one is paying attention to the path ahead and the Choonies are startled as they crest a hill and there on the path directly in front and only meters away is a sight that stops them in their tracks. “Aaaaargh. What devilry is this? A creature that is even more mischievous than coyote. What rotten luck!” They have tumbled and bumbled together in their haste to avoid this rascal and are milling around muttering to each other. Oh no. This scoundrel is walking straight towards them, ambling like she hasn’t a care in the world. “We will smell terrible. Annie will not let us sleep in our comfy beds. We will be banished. How will we work? Go away you little imp! Shoooooooo!” But no. Straight ahead she comes. What is this? She is rubbing against the Choonie’s legs with her bushy black tail in the air. “We are bewitched. Never would we expect this.” But the kittens are purring and meowing with delight. “Please Choonies. Put us down. We must speak with our friend.” “Your friend? Silly rascals! You have had too much sun.” “No, no, no. Meow, meow, meow. Don’t be afraid. She is our friend. We rescued her with our little pale blue custom kitten scooter. Don’t you remember? She will not hurt you.” Frumpbart takes them from the backpacks and puts them gently on the path. “What else can I do with you silly kittens? Mommy will bathe us when we get home. You will not like that at all you rascals. What a stink this will make. Ah well. Fate frowns upon us.” Because, of course, the creature is a plump and furry little black and white skunk.
But what madness is this? These three fuzzballs are rolling together in the grass, mewling excitedly. “Goodness” say the kittens. “How you have grown. What a wonderful tail you have! Where is your family, your wonderful brothers and sisters?” “They are out foraging for their breakfast, my sweet kitten friends. I am so glad you rescued me from under the neighbor’s porch. I still remember that delicious tuna and milk and of course, the ride in your beautiful Lada. How are your Mommy and Daddy? I owe you my happiness, my dear little friends.” The kittens are delighted. It is their sacred mission to rescue little animal children and keep their families together. Such special kittens!
The old friends catch up on events in their lives, while the Choonies sink to the grass in relief. “What incredible luck! What a story this will make. Choonies and skunks in harmony? Impossible to imagine. We hate baths! Thank you kittens. I think that perhaps we are the silly ones.” The old friends lay in a circle in the sunshine on the soft grass and murmur away as they catch up on their affairs. What a nice reunion. But eventually the kittens see that their friend is a bit restless. “What is it dear?” “I am sorry kittens. I have not found my breakfast and my Mommy will be worried that I have been gone so long. I must find my snack and return to our little home.” “Of course old friend. Now we know where you live and we will visit again. Please Choonies?” “Yes, yes, yes,” say the Choonies. Just don’t upset this scallywag. We are not out of the woods yet.” The friends say a fond goodbye. Frumpbart puts Pink Kitten and Yellow Kitten into their backpacks and they settle in with delighted purrs. “What fun to see our old friend. Thank you so much Choonies.” “Yes, yes kittens. Harumph. Let us take no chances. Her brothers and sisters could be lurking in the grass. We will walk down to Lake McDonut and take our lunch before we face more disaster.”
At Lake McDonut, they pay their homage to the Goddess of the Forest and settle in for a delicious snack. Such a tight little family. With full tummies and warm fur, they are soon asleep in the sunshine. Good food and good company. It is the sweet rhythm of life and these gentle little McDonuts are carefree and peaceful, just as it should be. What a nap! Little snores and sniggles of content from each of these rascals. Coyote and Puppy would be delighted. But of course, Coyote is such a mischief maker that surely she would have gotten them sprayed. Whew, phew!
One by one, they finally wake up, staring happily at the still water of Lake McDonut. “Well kittens. We must be off. It is a long way back to our little house. What a story we have for Annie and Misha. Thank you kittens for saving us from a terrible fate.” “Meow, meow, meow. Such fun! We love you, Choonie-Moonies.” The End.

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Puppy Gives Back
It was a short summer and a hard winter in the countryside. Many unemployed workers migrated to the city looking for work. Few realize that this also happens with dogs. Annie and Misha are driving to the McDonut Cafe and Puppy is noticing so many dogs walking the streets with their shaggy looks and little hobo bundles. “Mommy, Daddy. Who are these street dogs? There are so many of them. Why aren’t they at home?” “It is a terrible story. These are not street dogs. There is trouble in the countryside. Crops were bad and snow was early. The farmers could barely feed their families. Usually country dogs are rewarded in the off-season for their hard work and loyalty, but this year there is nothing to spare. These puppies came to the city looking for an opportunity to help out. Usually they are employed in the spring with the readying for planting, but this year the farmers were forced to lay off many of them. There is plenty of summer work in the country for a hard working dog, but summer is still far away. These spring days are nicer, but nights are still cold. It is a tough life for a homeless street dog. They will be recalled when the weather brightens, but in the meantime they seek work each day to pay for their keep. Poor doggies!” “Mommy, Daddy. Where do they sleep?” “They have built little lean-tos where they gather at night to keep warm. It is so sad!” “Mommy, Daddy. Something must be done. Look at them! They seem so down. I am sure that they are such happy dogs when they are home. Can’t we help?” “Hmmm. I suppose we could do something for a few dogs. And I know that our neighbors are good people who will also help. Let us think on this when we get home. You are correct children. It is not right.” “Mommy, Daddy. Let us help. Let Puppy and I can ask them what they need and how we might assist?” says Coyote. “I am a wild beast and used to sleeping rough, but these dogs must miss their homes so much.” “Yes dears. These are fine dogs touched by circumstance and not vagabonds. Such a shame! You are correct children. Let us plan when we return home.
After a long, busy McDonut day, the Snoops arrive at McDonut family central and after supper they make a plan. Annie begins. “Children. Your idea is a sound one. Our yard is large and sheltered. And we have the teepee, which is warm and cozy. What if we set up the big family tent and make a second shelter? We could have our own Dogtown, only comfy and safe, where the puppies could have sanctuary and still keep the company of their brothers and sisters. I know that if we do this properly, we can speak with the neighbors and they will surely pitch in? These are not reprobates. They are family dogs down on their luck.” Let’s get to work children.” Annie and Misha and the puppies set up their tent city. The teepee should hold 8 dogs and there will be room for 6 in the big tent. Their little beds and blankets are arranged neatly in rows with a dish and a chew toy in front of each. A little heater from the basement is in each tent to warm these colder nights. Country dogs are tough. They will be fine. “After work we will go to a dogtown. You must give the speech Puppy. Country dogs are proud and do not like charity, but you can convince them and they will respect the words of their wild sister Coyote. They will not trust humans. Some have been suspicious and disrespectful. Scoundrels. These are good hard working dogs just a little down on their luck. We have all been there. If this movement might catch on, it is only a month or two and these dogs will be back to their jobs in the countryside.”
Now Puppy and Coyote must convince the country dogs of their merit. These are proud dogs who pay their own way. Everyone piles into the Lada to look for a suitable Dogtown. Annie remembers one close to Snoop McDonuts, which they find without difficulty. They park a distance away while Puppy and Coyote make their pitch. “Hello cousins. My name is Puppy McDonut. This is my sister Coyote. We have a proposition for you, if you would grant me a few moments.” “Of course. We know you from your adventures and your appearances on the Oprah Show. You are a good dog, Puppy McDonut.” “Thank you friends. Now we know that you are not vagabonds or beggars. You are family members who work hard for your keep. We know of the circumstances that have affected your homes. Our Mom and Dad have a nice back yard where we love to nap in the sunshine. You are tough and hardy ones, but it is early spring and the nights are still cold. Annie and Misha have made a tent city with comfy beds and a little blanket for your night times. You can still seek work in the mornings. It will be a tough go, but at least there will be a warm bed for a good nights’ sleep. And each weekend a fresh bone to gnaw on. This is not charity. Snoop McDonuts are the most famous in all the country and their richness comes partly from the golden wheat of your farms. We do this in appreciation for the blessings we have been given. I am making good royalties from my books and appearances. What do you say? If it does not feel right, we can call it a day and you can go back to your Dogtown tomorrow. Nothing lost but a journey in our beautiful Lada and a night with our family.” The Puppies stand away and discuss this together. “Arf, arf, arf. Bark, bark, bark. Hmmmmm. Paws up or down me hearties?” “Well I say if it were anyone else the answer is no. But this is Puppy McDonut. When you can no longer trust Puppy McDonut, it is a sad world indeed. Let us try it brothers and sisters. You are on Puppy. Let’s do this. It has been a tough go since leaving our happy homes.” “We will need to make two trips,” says Coyote. “Our Lada is large and powerful, but we are 16 dogs. You go Puppy and show them their new home. I will stay and entertain them with tales of my great adventures.” “Yes Coyote. I’m sure that they will be thrilled.” And off they go.
The family has planned carefully. There are 14 comfy beds lined up, each with a blanket, a bowl and a chew toy. Because the yard is large, there can be 8 dogs in the teepee and 6 in the tent. Pray that they all stay! Other dogs will follow Puppy McDonut. Our city can join together to solve this crisis. The first 7 enter the teepee led by Puppy. “Goodness. This is paradise! What a site after the lean-tos of Dogtown.” “Please cousins. Choose a bed. We know it has been a long, cold day. We will return with your brothers and sisters. Under the blankets now. Have a little nap before we return. There is fresh water in your bowls and we will have a nice snack after we are all settled.” “What wonder is this?” says Rex, their leader. “That Puppy is even better than his reputation. Settle in cousins. I for one am ready for a warm, comfy nap.” And so it was.
Misha and Puppy return for the second wave. Annie stays to prepare supper for their guests. When the jeep returns, the other country dogs snuggle in to their little beds. Heaven! “A little patience friends and we will have supper. Remember. Those chew toys are yours. All I ask is please leave my stick alone.” “Of course Puppy.” Dinner is served. Before the supper meal, Coyote and Puppy lead a prayer to the Great Mother, Patroness of all canines. Everyone is so well behaved. These are country dogs. Salt of the earth. When their kibble is snarfed, each one tucks under their warm blanket and closes their eyes. Goodness. It is the first proper sleep since coming to the city. Such a fine sound, little doggy snores and sniggles through the night. And in the morning, it is off to search for work. These are stalwarts who will work hard for a meal, or a little treat for later. Our neighbors understand and soon every yard has a little tent city.
By chance and good fortune, Puppy and Coyote are guests on a TV talk show watched by all the land, only 10 days hence. They will tell the story of these dogs and how the entire neighborhood has pitched in to help. Now the Puppy is gregarious and playful, but he is not an attention seeker. He is mostly modest and a little shy. But this is an important cause. One must put aside personalities and unite, at least for this one brief moment. The Puppy is determined to make a difference. So when he and Coyote are special guests on Good Morning Kiev, they are ready with their plea. Puppy is a dog’s dog. Surely they will listen? “My fellow citizens. Perhaps you have noticed the influx of country dogs to our great city? The winter has been hard and they have not come to mooch, but to seek work to help their families. My neighborhood has banded together to provide food and shelter in tent cities to show our kind feelings for these good dogs. I am donating my royalties for the next two months to buy kibble and chew toys for honest hard working dogs. I have been blessed. It is the least I can do. I ask of you, my fellow citizens to do what you can do. I know that this city has a big heart. Every dog deserves a comfy bed and a meal at the end of the day. And because he is temporarily without work, he is certainly not a bad dog. Annie and Misha have decided to donate a dollar from each purchase at the “World Famous Snoop McDonuts” until this crisis is over and these dogs are back to their homes. Let us all join together to make these puppies’ stay in our city a warm memory. If you have space for a small shelter, set up your own little dogtown. Or if you wish to donate, no matter how small, be assured that the welfare of my country cousins is my only concern.”
Puppy McDonut goes one step further. “These are honest, hard-working dogs. They do not ask much, only to pay their way. A little kibble or a treat to help the cause. They do not squabble. They share. So please. Coyote and I will be starting a website, “Kiev Cares”. If you have any employment, no matter how trivial, please post it on the site and someone will assign the ideal canine to fill your requirements. This will be quality work from quality dogs. Pay what you can afford. Our puppies will be grateful and we will all be better for it.”
Such a response! Any city seems cold and lonely to the outsider, but in no time the citizens have taken to the idea. The entire city is touched by the words of our two champions. Tent cities are springing up everywhere. Some are only pup tents. Some are big tents. Even oligarchs are opening their estates to the good dogs of the country. The citizens are showing their true hearts. And Puppy McDonut is the little dog with the big heart. Our dogs in camp still miss their families, but at least they are warm and cared for. Once suspicious neighbors now offer their odd jobs to these scallywags. Early each morning, the streets are busy with bustling pooches heading for their assignments. How clean and sparkling is the city! How happy the people! It is good for everyone. And for one brief spring moment everyone feels part of the cause. Pray it continues!
And what a gentle spring it is. Show a dog a little love and they will give so much in return. Thank you Puppy. Thank you Coyote. You have brought smiles to so many in our city. When the vagabonds return home to begin their work, they will be recalled to their jobs with joyous smiles, head rubs and so many belly scratches. “We missed you so much. This promises to be a fine summer in which we can all prosper.”
A country is boundaries formed by the vagaries of history. Only by doing great things together do citizens become united in love and pride. This is but one small example of that unity. Thank you Puppy and Coyote for your insight and caring. You're such a good dog Puppy McDonut. Well played!