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Comment by: Almali
Subject: This time, *I* am doing the first test (version 5)
message: Thanks for asking me to come over and test this, Carol; so much nicer for Kwali and Kumbi; if it doesn't work, *they* won't have the disappointments; you and I can take it even if we don't care for it, but Kwali and Kumbi have had teir share of disappointments now. I see that error message above - hey; I'm copying and pasting! from this very page! "[an error occurred while processing this directive]" and, again, that's not alarming; there is no data file yet. This entry should create the data file, but only if it works. I thik there might be conflicts with the way MAILIT works ane the Validator requirements for XHTML, namely, that tags be closed. Maybe not, though. I almost hate to finish this and submit it, because I'm getting kind of paranoid, too - just like you. Not expecting it, now, to work; then we'll have to clean it up, won't we, by deleting LOCKed files out of our /www directory. Sheesh. I suppose it could work, but let's see. Sun, 01 May 2005 22:05:30 Almali
Comment by: Kwali Corazon
Subject: It worked, and *I* didn't get to do it!
message: Well, it half- worked. I guess the input for date and time have to go into the code for this page; putting it in the template file without putting it here first just ain't gonna work, Mum. Almali, you too. At least if you didn't let me do the first test that actually worked, I get to tell you what to do to clean this thing up. Love anyway, because I'm so forgiving, Sun, 01 May 2005 22:10:55 Kwali
Comment by: Kumbi Ya Sentry
Subject: Nice going; but fix the date/time.
message: Hey, Mum; hey, Almali, hey; Kwali! I have dibs on the next version. Or, maybe, Kwali, you should have that one, an d I could keep this one, but if so, please fix this one, too, okay? It's bedtime, folks! I know, you're not going to bed, Mum. I am. Kwali has just retired. Almali, nobody ever knows about you! good night. Sun, 01 May 2005 22:14:52 Love, Kumbi
Comment by: Prancy ClawDig
Subject: Now that you've done your chores, I'm here
message: You didn't expect me to participate in the messes you made, did you, Mum? Almali? Well, Almali, you didn't make the messes, Mum did, and it's good of you to come along and help her out. Pretty good going, Kwali, to tell Mum what to do. Sometimes she needs a LOT of help. Kumbi, yer a good sport; keep going, you young-'un, you. I'm going back to bed; good night, all. P.S. I'll look forward to when you finish the thing; then I might contribute more often. Usually, though, my supervisory position is the proper one for me. Sun, 01 May 2005 22:59:12 Prancy ClawDig WallBounce TramplePaws
Comment by: Almali
Subject: Expecting progress
message: We have a quote from Islandnet for making a script to handle this. It turns out we've gone as far as we can with Mailit. (Thanks to Kerry for his help.) You gonna go for it, Carol? I'd be surprised if you didn't. Just think a bit before working out just what you want, right? Kwali and Kumbi agree. Prancy nods from her Desk. Mon, 02 May 2005 12:21:35 Almali P.S. You'll re-do the data file, right? Or dispense with this page and make a new one, more likely. Just think, though; you'll re-dog Kwali's and Kumbi's guestbooks, and that could be a fair bit of typing, to have them match with the new scripts, if you wnat to keep the old entries. I think you should keep them. Well, I wrote so much I'll sign again. Mon, 02 May 2005 12:23:12 Almali
Comment by: Kwali Corazon
Subject: HEY! I said this yesterday - way past bedtime
message: Mummy! What are you doing? It's after one o'clock in the morning! Yeah, you were writing to Barbara; I saw you. Resting from all the script-stuff, right? Well, stop fussing, Mum; it's long, long, long past bedtime. Steve and Kerry will fix the scripts for you tomorrow, probably. I mean, today. So you can come to bed now. I want to lean against your shoulder, but if you're not here - I mean, there - how can I? Kumbi is snoozing on the couch, waiting for you to come to Our Bed. He'll join us when you come. Don't forget, you have a good doG book (Hoffman, Lend me an Ear) you can hold while you fall asleep, so you can drop the book on me hwen you do fall asleep. At least it's a soft paperback. Good nght, Mummy. Tue, 03 May 2005 01:04:29 Love, Kwali
Comment by: Kwali Corazon
Subject: Hey! Is Barbara here? Welcome, Barbara!
message: Hey, Barbara! Welcome! thanks for your good wishes! I'm feeling much, much better, and the vets say I'm probably safe. (For myself.) I read your heron/osprey story. I liked it as much as Carol did. She's going to make it her first project, after she deals with the script-stuff. She says it might take a few days to get it up, but she loves, loves, loves the article! This page will disappear eventually; don't know if Mum will save the stuff or not. Love from your fell0w-dog, Tue, 03 May 2005 09:38:52 Kwali
Comment by: The Great Red Prince
Subject: Ponderings from Horseland
message: "The first day or so we all pointed to our countries. The third or fourth day we were pointing to our continents. By the fifth day, we were aware of only one Earth." Sultan Bin Slaman al-Sand, astronaut We have been busy today, contemplating worldly issues like when are humans going to arrive at the one-ness, the equality of all living organisms in the interconnected web where we remain alive and breathing because of the very life and presence of the other? We see these things quite well, you know, from our vantage in Horseland, high above the sky, looking down at night, watching, wondering, will the meadows in which we dance be there tomorrow? Will the flowers lilt to and fro as we chase the whisper of the cool morning air? Does the Earthdust flicker gold that powders down from our glossy hooves, or are these things merely a dream and we wake up in our stalls with our forelocks covering that lovely spot where we hide our horns (so we don't scare people)and wait to be turned out into a smog-hardened field where even the butterflies have been choked back from a million to a mere hundred? Does any human see, the significance of a single butterfly in the great scheme of aliveness? What can we do, thousands years-old wise and weathered unicorns, to bring light to the dark eyes that think they are so much "more than" and beyond us? We brought flowers to Earth once, could we bring them again if you take them all away? This work, this conservation, it is a daily chore, a labour of great love, and someone has to say it. We will speak it, and keep saying it and saying it. Maybe if "all" flew to the moon and gazed down, not only the astronauts could see one Earth...now that would be a celebration!
Comment by: Barbara
Subject: West Coast
message: Oooh, Kwali and Kumbi- you lucky pups! (That's like "lucky ducks", but the canine version- of course you knew that,but I had to say it because I am a wordy sort, and also practicing by not-comedic self, though by myself, I get a tremendous chuckle out of this very type of thing! In fact, I need no entertainment at all in my life, I can do perfectly fine myself; I of course immensely appreciate the great entertainment you canines provide!) So I was saying lucky pup because I recognize Pacific air, I think I even smell seasalt! I was once there, the California coast to be exact, in San Fran, then Point Arena and another small town north Cal. I was lucky to see condors playing in the wind when I was young, and grashoppers bigger than you and those magnificent redwoods...now I am in sort of boring Ohio, but not boring at all with friends like you to send the smell of seasalt my way. And I do visit on a rare and again occasion, Marin Headlands is my best spot- so many birds there and the water; so much wonderful water...maybe *I* was a duck in my first life, but I really think it was an albatross, I am pretty sure...
Comment by: Barbara
Subject: West Coast II
message: Okay - I forgot to tell you I loved your photos! You are the sweetest pups ever! Oh, and even if you really are on the East Coast,(or somewhere else) your photos *look* west coastie and that is good enough for me. If it helps, I lived on the East Coast too (Virginia) and have played in plenty of Atlantic waters too! And one of my best friends lives in Africa along Lake Victoria...can you tell I like water? I like that water is so flexible and tolerant. It rolls over things, undert hings, between things, it can get all split up but it can gather itself back up again; it never breaks, it can even change forms without losing its integrity. Were we like water we would be very happy indeed! I think I am a lot like water, I am usually happy to adapt to the terrain and just keep on rolling! And I like to drink water and I bet you do too! Hounds drink an amazing small amount of water for their size. They are like camels or something! Wouldn't that be a sight? A hound with humps?! There could be Dromedarounds and Bactrianounds. Too cool...
Comment by: Jagger
Subject: Clouds at Night
message: I have lept upon the keyboard to type, and Mum insists my version is too foreign to be read so is retyping it, but know I tried my best to leave an original pawprint here. I just wanted to bay your way, Kwali, Kumbi, Prancey and whoever else is listening, something about clouds; I hear people talk a lot about not liking clouds so much. Of course we get them numerous here, and the problem of masking the sun, and the diurnalesques happen to prefer and adore sun. As a nocturnid, I don't mind them a bit. I sing to them, those fluffy bits of spacewater that collect together in big conventions, discussing the merits of the latest version of particulate parachutes (those, as you already know, being doGs and caT and very wise, are what lets a drop of rainwater merely bounce off the ground when it hits, rather than disintegrate into vast obsoleteness)(don't mind Mum, she can't always translate doG exactly, and she has her own personal Shanary- you'll get used to it over time-but I doubt she is getting any brownie points from Webster the way she can totally rearrange how a thing is said!); I am most taken with the artcloud conventions. I will gaze at the night sky, the surreptitious way they are backlit by Moon intrigues me as I see outlined, there, shadows of coons, big coons and small coons, coons calling my name, coons teasing (don't worry coon, i WILL find you! 300 million olfactory receptors cannot miss you, clever ringtail!) Here is a little secret: "Clouds come from time to time- and bring a chance to rest from looking at the moon." Basho (Japanese Haiku Poet)
Comment by: Barbara
Subject: Real Seeing
message: "For most of us, knowledge of our world comes largely through sight, yet we look about with such unseeing eyes that we are partially blind. One way to open your eyes is to ask yourself, "What if I had never seen this before? What if I knew I would never see it again?" Rachel Carson What if we HAD seen this puppy before yet never really looked? Do we know you, sweet pups? Have we spent enough time listening to you? Do we hear you? Is that pleading look for some small thing or other you desire, or for something larger, The Great Wish. If we can become still, sweet pups, we might learn some things from you - please remind me to be still, often, for I so want to not miss a single word you have to say. Forgive me for the much I miss; you give so much, I am a better person for listening to you, the world is a better place for you having been in it. Good night sweet angel pups...and caT.
Comment by: Barbara
Subject: Goodnight Puppies, A Prayer
message: A little raven puppy/Sleeps beside my bed./A spot of tan above his eyes/Upon his silky head./ His ears are long and satin sleek/His voice a song of bays/He watches over while I sleep/And wakes with kisses every day./ My dearest, sweetest, angel puppy/Who graces me as friend/I pray for puppies everywhere/May God be good to them.
Comment by: Jagger
Subject: A Quiet Conversation
message: Dear Kwali and Kumbi- I have watched horses run today, so fast it could whir the whiskers right off our muzzles. But the important thing was the conversation in the room amongst my Mum and friends. I didn't really drop in there, other than for lots of backscratches, (and to try and catch Mums attention a LOT, as you know I and the rest of the Little Willowfolke are used to being the sole subject of it more often than not!) but what I learned has splendid implications (of the sort that equates right up there with a good roll, a good dig or a fine bone to chew!)for doGs and really ALL animals- they spoke of Tom Smith, trainer of Seabiscuit, who I have not myself heard of, I haven't ever even seen the Sea as you have, playing at it as you surely must whenever you get the chance, as I would- how grand to run and splash and chase the foam as it recedes! Mr. Smith considered training his horse a "long, quiet conversation." He couldn't understand other people's inability to grasp what he was doing. He said "it is easy to talk to a horse if you understand his language. Horses stay the same from the day they are born until the day they die...They are only changed by the way people treat them." Oh Kwali Kumbi- wouldn't it be as exciting as a ringtail leaping up a tree if DogPeople (people who live with dogs) would work hard to understand our language (as some do) and adored us for who we are and didn't change us too much?!!
Comment by: Jobaggober
Subject: Nothing Useless
message: "Nature does nothing uselessly" Aristotle Which of course is why it fashioned doGs such as us the way we are. Now, why did it fashion humans in a way that makes it so hard for them to understand dogS? What is the use of that? Unless we are doGs which happen to live with the sort of humans who do a pretty good job Understanding- which we are, aren't we Kumbi and Kwali? Your Friends, Jagger, Zak and the whole barkin crew...
Comment by: Squiggly
Subject: Buckets and Bears
message: Now isn't this something - maybe some newsperson DESPERATE to have something to report so s/he wouldn't be in a scrap with the boss? I was listening to the news on the radio, as any good hound always does, and I heard that there is something FAR FAR more dangerous to humans than bears and sharks. (We Willowfolke know a lot about both bears and sharks from our Mum who has worked with a few bears and lots of sharks and we know that actually they are only 'dangerous' to humans when humans do stupid things in their presence!)Do you know what it is? Something on the order of only a few people a year are injured by bears and sharks, but ELEVEN THOUSAND people are injured by buckets. (I am truly wondering who studies and compiles bucket injuries? And were these buckets who gave perfectly good signals ~ like most dogs ~ which were ignored by their people ~ as people are inclined to do ~ OR, were these buckets being trained with P+ and just couldn't take it anymore? But rather than fall into a heap of learned helplessness, got their factions together and rebelled?) I'm with those buckets, maybe. I love buckets. I drink water out of buckets. Really GOOD dog-friendly stuff gets carried in buckets. You go, buckets! "A nature lover is a person, who, when treed by a bear, enjoys the view." Anon. And hounds tree bears and enjoy THAT view too!
Comment by: The Great Red Prince
Subject: Lovely Phrase
message: "The real voyage of discovery lies not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes." Proust. (And one 'worry' above the eye wouldn't hurt either!) I find it a lovely phrase, to see things differently...what is a lovely phrase? One that has mopped up as much Truth as it can hold.
Comment by: Almali
Subject: Testing Gone! Hilarious Errors
message: Well, Carol, you finally did it - took down the hilarious error pages. What a job. Just prey, will you? Think of all the possible broken links, all over CoDog! Do you think you succeeded without making a single error? I doubt it; it was so complex. Well, I guess we'll find out. Probably CoDog Callers will let us know if there's a problem! I hope so! Cheers from your ever-present Buddy, Sun, 15 May 2005 00:01:16 Almali
Comment by: Barbara
Subject: Dogs set us straight
message: "A smile is a curved line that sets things straight." Anon Everyday my doGs smile and set everything straight in that single moment. They do not know a "bad" day. They make me laugh even when feeling sick. Nothing can make the pain go away like a Dog, smiling and loving, even if the world were to stop spinning. Even when I can give them nothing, still they smile and give everything. A wondrous gift of fate that we would live our lives at the same time on this Earth. If not at the same time as these dogs, would there not be 'other' dogs? How could there possibly be other dogs, when only these Dogs will do?
Comment by: Great Red Prince
Subject: Alphabet Soup
message: Dundee and I played in the rain this morning, those silly young unicorns in Horseland, crashing those cloud conventions and causing such an uproar the whole things disperse in a scattered shower of chaos, but with a certain order to it, you know, what with gravity and all! So he decides we should play this game where we find out, from a random sampling of RainDrops, as they kerplunk down on our backs, their particulate parachutes designed to break the fall at 25,000 feet, not 24,994 (the minus being those 60 some inches higher off the ground are our backs!) WHICH convention they came from and what they learned there. Does anyone else out there have a goofy younger brother who suggests impossible things like this? Like those RainDrops were even in any condition to answer a few questions as they were still gathering themselves from their landing. I was able to talk to a few who had gotten their chutes tangled in my mane, and before they loosed themselves, got to ask them a few questions, but the only answers I got were some gurgles and splishy sounds, which seemed to interpret as: they were having a life-changing experience and had learned to go from a vapor to liquid state, and those that passed the test would be up for election for learning solid states this winter. Whoopee. I really understood all that, right. Dundee thought this marvelous fun; to me it was like following the plot in a bowl of Alphabet Soup. Did you know he likes to pick out all the U's when he eats alphabet soup? (He thinks he is some kind of unicorn too!) I prefer the C's myself. C is for Carrot, carrot, carrot, which, mathematically speaking, equals MULTIPLE carrots. One can never have too many carrots! So here's to Alphabet Soup with lots of C's! (Unicorns don't eat alphabet soup, silly! But we are good spellars just the same!)
Comment by: An Extraordinary Ebullient Tree
Subject: Dance of The Hounds, a Song
message: ...so the fun begins for me, when Ringtail climbs a tree/ With the Baying not long away and Ringtail finds a perch/Thinking, maybe, that no hound will have found/Out a Bout his Trick. Clever little Coon,/Smarter than the hound/ except for the sound Which knows everything, everywhere/Within miles, and soon/The Dance/Begins, the coon sashays, his head Away/beneath his tail Where below/The Baying goes and scratchy toes/With eight thick claws on/Big Tan paws/Hugs me tight, over and over/The song rings out/Stereo-sound all a Round my big broad girth. The hounds are in love/With me, withered though I be. They dance and cavort and sing/Joyous things, this great celebration! When Ringtail moves, the sound Too Much for him/The Baying is feverish and the caws nick my sides/Ringtail hides/Or plays a Trick and climbs to another thick Tree, next to me. The bawling hounds take a moment to tell, the coon has moved and soon the joy renews./But for that moment, while Ringtail kept/Himself in my billowing arms/I, of course, wept/With Joy/At the Symphony of Hounds.
Comment by: Zak
Subject: Dear Kwali and Kumbi
message: Thank you for sharing about stinging rays. (We only knew about Singing Rays and Praying Mantids, so we are glad to have more insight!) We are also making this page longer writing here, but we don't want to mess up your guest books either with too much clutter. You know how hounds can yammer on and on! We did want to tell you about a Tail of Ages; maybe we will just email you that one! But we have discovered something totally amazing about Dogs, HoundTails, and we must share it with you! Love, Zak and Scrunchie (who is still growing a tail!)
Comment by: Jagger
Subject: Silly Hound!
message: Zak can be such a Derg! (That's a Dog Nerd!) He suggested we just visit you here. *I* suggested we start at the top of the HomePage. But no. So, we go back there (cause sometimes there's new and interesting stuff there!) and WRITE at the TOP of the page it says exactly your guestbooks have been disabled. (See Zak, I tried to tell you, but you think just because I am your younger brother that I am not just as clever as you!) (Zak is yawning now, by the way. He thinks I am getting too excited and should just calm down!)So, we couldn't have signed your books today anyway! And we hope they will be ENabled soon, though we can see your pictures fine! Well, we do want to tell you our Big Discovery. But right now, Mum is actually ready to go to bed (and it can be a real chore to convince her to do THAT, so if she is willing, we MUST go!)so, the Derg and I will bay with you later! (Watch out for those mantas hanging from bushes! I think I saw one the other night!!!)Love and GoodThingsToRollInForever, Jagger
Comment by: Jagger
Subject: Tails Are Sailing
message: Dear KwaliKumbiPrancy, We always run with our tails flagged high in the air, but today they are sailing in light winds across the Cook BentStrait, which is actually a slight bendy place at the end of the drive where Mum works (the flowing road really is called Cook!), for the simple and glorious reason we have met your Auntie today, and oh how she is so like your Mum! We think it grand to know a famous conservationist, so our tails are sailing high, high, high today, on light, light winds, that hoot and squeal and look for terns and penguins and fish in the most eBULLient way! Love and doGhugs, Scrunchie and Zak
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