Just Another Day...

Nothing new happened today.

Had a meeting with our grant writer and then went to listen to a panel on diversity about two doors down given by the San Diego Commission for Arts and Culture. Diversity isn't a huge issue within our company simply because there is alot of it. When you have dancers from Japan, Mexico, Kazakstan, Hungary, et al, you tend to deal with it every day.

The balloon is still inflated.



For those who don't know... I love doggies. Crazy for them. When I go into people's homes I have sometimes totally ignored the two legged residents in favor of the four legged ones. Even if the two legged ones are wealthy patrons.

Can't help it. Must... Pet... Dog! Of course, I always observe proper dog etiquette. Never acknowledge a dog unless the owner gives you permission.

So, of course, one of my favorite movies is Old Yeller.



Yes, Disney's tearjerker gets me everytime. Nice to know that the "real" Old Yeller (Spike) was a rescue dog and every bit as loyal, smart and trustworthy as his film persona.

If you haven't seen the movie, its just a "boy and his dog" movie. But if you don't shed a tear for Old Yeller when the climax of the movie occurs, you don't have a heart. Just like if you don't tear up in Dumbo when Dumbo's Mom sings Baby Mine. Truth be told, the first half of the movie is a bit dull, but the end makes up for it.

Oh and who wouldn't want Fess Parker and Dorothy McGuire as parents!



"Here Yeller, come back Yeller. Best doggone dog in the west!"