Global Warming, my Elderly dog and Amory Lovin

Global warming and my dog have been inextricably linked this past couple weeks. When it was warm, i grumbled about global warming as we took walks over the unseasonal green grass. But I was grateful that she didn't have to deal with our bitter cold normal Maine winters. Then abouta week ago, winter came.

She shivered in the cold and slid and fell many times on the icy surfaces outside. It had snowed, thawed and rained, then snowed again. Each step was a s treacherous for me as for her. It got really greuling when she stopped eating anything but Iams biscuits for two days and thatr esulted in two days and nights of digestive upsets. Rescueing an elderly 50 lb dog on ice is one thing. recueing the same animal in the throws of digestive rebellion is quite a bit worse. In a biting cold gale wind and a bit of a blizzard, it got to be quite the ordeal.

I confess, I even briefly regretted all my mean thoughts about global warming. everything is truly relative.

She has since been shipped off to a doggy spa for a couple days. Actually, someone on the mainland who can give her intensive acupressure work to recover from all those icy spills, has rescued me from those sleepless nights of caretaking. For my part, I intend to get my first good night's sleep in many days.

Not the least of what may give me sweet dreams, is the recent Elizabeth Kolbert article in the New Yorker on Amory Lovin. Her basic report from Lovin is that alarmism over global warming does not help. Especially true, since all the solutions to survive and thrive are before us.

I knew that but needed to be reminded. Sort of like acupressure on my brain. Despite my reservations over global willingness from the powers that be, I will practice acting as if everyone else can be persuaded to give up familiar habits and routines.