Monday, July 28, 2014

the liquidation of Castle Greyskull











We have always had pets, usually a dog and cat or two.  We had Hannah our huge Irish Setter through three houses and two states, a bit high strung and a good protector.  We got her from a sheriff’s deputy in Durango who couldn’t keep her, and she was still a pup.  But even then, she was aggressive, when feeding her, sometimes she would grab your hand, and hold it in her mouth.  Her food-you were just the feeder.  She would play with our other dogs, and often get carried away, more than once I had to choke her until she went limp to get her to let go of another dog.  She was an outdoor dog, and when we lived at Vallecito Lake, loved to go ice fishing with Sam, our elderly neighbor, coming back reeking of fish.  He would throw her the small ones instead of throwing them back.  So when we moved into suburbia, she was restricted to a fenced in back yard, and couldn’t run free any more.  And one of her last territorial aggressions was when she was tied to our apple tree out front so we could work in the back yard.  We heard a blood curdling scream, followed by barking, and went to investigate.  She had met the mail lady, who went out of her way to cross Hannah’s path.  And got bit for it.  And after complaining that Hanna bit her, I felt sympathy, but stood by Hanna, telling her “if you aren’t smart enough to avoid a barking dog tied to a tree, that is what you get.”  No one messed with Hannah.  The one ingredient missing from the Postal  creed, no rain, no snow wills top them from their appointed duty.  Best to let sleeping dogs lie, barking ones too.
Caesar was Hannah’s dog mate when we moved to Farmington.  He was a 120 pound Alaskan Malamute who had once been a sled dog, and had the size and shoulders to prove it.  I brought him home when we moved to New Mexico and a freeze plug blew out in the 1949 F-3 Ford.  My friend Dave fixed it, he was a mechanic, and Caesar was tied up at his shop, too big for any apartment.  And it was love at first sight, and he leaned against me while riding in the cab for 50 miles.  He was mellow, his blue eyes always smiling, and rarely growled, it was serious if he did.  He was content to find shade from the heat, and Hannah ruled the yard.  They even had to be fed separately because she would eat his food.  We felt confident that no one would enter our back yard with those two present, and even when I would be out back, Caesar would circle me and protect me, guarding me from even our friends, but yet gentle to my two sons.  But Caesar had a secret weapon, one that disabled his opponent.  Painlessly, yet effectively.  We first saw him in action one afternoon when we let him in the house.  He never came in, but today was different. Christopher was playing with Castle Greyskull of He-Man fame, and got up to hug Caesar.  After a hug, Caesar ambled over to Castle Greyskull, sniffed, then lifted his leg and liquidated the Castle!  Then ran out through the back door, I mean through the door-it was closed, never to come inside again.  Christopher was heartbroken, “he peed on Castle Greyskull!” he cried for days, and after a thorough cleaning, it was back to normal, but the stench of battle still remained, just not urine.  But Caesar’s legacy had just begun, as I was to find out.
I was home sick one day, when a knock came on the door.  The man wanted to read the gas meter, could I put the dogs in the garage for him.  I got Hannah in OK, and left Caesar sleeping under his bush.  Soon another knock came at the door, “could you please put that other dog inside, too?”  I explained Caesar never bit anyone, and might not even come out from under his bush.  Again the man pleaded, asking me, “please can you put him in, last time I was here here wet on me!”  Caesar and his silent weapon, the same one used to liquidate Castel Greyskull was also effective on meter readers too.  And his legend lives on, even today, some 27 years later. 
It has been said that the devil seeks to destroy us, prowling around like a roaring lion.  Yet many times the battle is like Caesar, we just get wet on, and infuriated.  No real damage done, but our pride and ego are damaged, and soon we don’t look at things as we should.  We have given the devil a foothold, and he will take advantage of any leverage he can get.  We need to remind ourselves that as children of God, nothing can happen to us that God doesn’t know about or allow.  Sometimes the bad times are tests, sometimes God wants to brag on us, and allows a Job like situation to occur.  But in all things, the battle we face is not flesh and blood, but of a spiritual nature.  And we must recognize that.  It is easy to turn on friends and loved ones, allowing Satan that foothold, but it can be easily won victory over by forgiveness.  Jesus sets the example, forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.  Too much time is spent being hurt seeking revenge, when we could be using it to love instead.  By the way, the only command Jesus gave us, to love Him and our neighbor as ourselves.  And our neighbors are anyone one we met, Lazarus’s laid before us by God to bless, or be blessed by.  How we handle them is up to us, but too often we take the Caesar approach, while a bite from Hannah would not have been as painful.  We are told to be gentle as lambs, but wise as serpents, often we are gentle as serpents, and as wise as sheep.  Sheep who are the dumbest animals around, they make cows look smart.  Maybe God had something there when He made the comparison.  But do we get it?
Forgiveness starts with you.  Forgive yourself as Jesus has forgiven you, then pass it on to others.  Repent, and try to go a new direction, only possible with God’s help.  Our old sin nature is ever ready to attack, just waiting for he perfect moment.  But we are more than overcomers, scripture tells us. So be forgiven, forgive others, and go on with your life.  Don’t look back, set your sights on things on high.  For where you eyes go, the body will follow.  Works while riding too.
We still laugh about the day Caesar liquidated Castle Greyskull, and about the wet meter reader.  But those two dogs weren’t the tough ones.  It was Maestas, our 8 pound cat, who ruled over both dogs.  And ruled the neighborhood.  She wasn’t afraid to take on someone 15 times her size, she knew her power.  We have that same power in Christ, so don’t be intimidated by the devil.  Resist him and he will flee.  Go and love someone and make his aim even more useless.  A lesson learned at Castle Greyskull, and its liquidation.  From Caesar, the liquidator! A sleeping dog best left lying.
love with compassion,
Mike
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