You know No Prop, you appear to be mighty comfortable with the present company. It was your doggone song I first posted so, "man up" or "dog down". Notice how I can work in a Navy term at the drop of a hat buck?

Speaking of dogs, you guys might be interested to know...

Why is “dog” one of the great mysteries of the English language?

Behind the simplest words one can often find the most compelling questions. Take for example, “dog.”

Canis familiaris, also known as “dog,” is essentially a domesticated wolf. The dog is a member of the Canidae family, like the jackal and the fox.

About seven centuries ago, the word “hound,” which came from the Old English hund, was the word for all domestic canines. “Dog” was just used to refer to a subgroup of hounds that includes the lovely but frequently slobbering mastiff. (thought you'd like that NPP)

Of course, the opposite is now true. We use dog to talk about all of man’s best friends, from lovable golden retrievers to panting chow chows. And hound is now used to indicate a type of dog used just for hunting. Hound especially refers to a dog with a long face and large, droopy ears. Linguists still speculate about the reversal of fortune for “hound” and “dog.” One idea suggests that the sub-breed known as “dogs” became so populous that “dog” simply became the generic term (sort of an animal equivalent of the way brand names can become so ubiquitous that they start to be used as a general term for their purpose.)

The number of uses of “dog” is remarkable even by the standards of the dictionary. We call sleazy men dogs. We also call our feet dogs. A worthless object, such as a wobbly, rusty bike, is also called a dog.

(Don’t forget about the hot dog.)

There also seems to be an endless number of idioms incorporating the word, such as “sick as a dog.”

The expressions “a dog’s life” and “go to the dogs” likely refer to a time when the animals were used primarily for hunting and not kept as pets.

The phrase “put on the dog” means to “get dressed up.” It may refer to the stiff, stand-up shirt collars (also known as dog collars) that were all the rage in the late nineteenth century.

A dog-eared page is named after the way many dogs’ ears fold down, as opposed to the perky, upright wolf ear.

Employing the phrase “hair of the dog” to talk about using alcohol as a hangover cure may be as old as drinking itself. The first recorded use is with Pliny, the ancient Roman writer.

Well here's the deal you dogs, if you can accuse me of anything, then let it be that I'm just a "cunning linguist" doggone it!

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Permission granted to come aboard Sir!

I love those picture AB, they are great. I almost drug my refrigerator outside to have the ice maker start making it January around here. Knowing that there would be a rather inconvenient hold placed on me by the mental health community, from calls made by a concerned spouse and nosey neighbors, I opted to view your photos once more.

We you aware that John Denver did a song about Toledo, Ohio? It's so flexible that almost any city in the state can be exchanged for Toledo. Here goes...

Saturday night in Toledo, Ohio is like being nowhere at all
All through the day how the hours rush by
You sit in the park and you watch the grass die!
Ah, but after the sunset, the dusk and the twilight
When shadows of night start to fall
They roll back the sidewalk precisely at ten
And people who live there are not seen again!
Just two lonely truckers from Great Falls, Montana
And a salesman from places unknown (-ces unknown)
All huddled together in downtown Toledo
To spend their big night all alone!

You ask how I know of Toledo, Ohio? Well I spent a week there one day
They've got entertainment to dazzle your eyes
Go visit the bakery and watch the buns rise!
Ah, but let's not forget that the folks of Toledo
Unselfishly gave us the scale
No springs, honest weight, that's the promise they made
So smile and be thankful next time you get weighed!
And "wiv and wet wiv", let this be our motto
Let's let the sleeping dogs lie (-ping dogs lie)
And here's to the dogs of Toledo, Ohio
Ladies, we bid you goodbye!


I have never heard it before and, probably never will again either.

http://youtu.be/npC9c1hXVkQ

Rocky Mountain Smart-Ass is what he is...


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Now, wait just a durn minute, here! Don't make fun of Toledo! I lived there for about a year. It was during the time my dad was "recovering" and was working part-time jobs, just to make money.

We lived in the bottom of an old house, while the landlords lived above us, on the 2nd floor. The landlady, if you could call her that, (she was more like the landlady/drunk), would beat on our front door at times, demanding we pay her the rent money early, so she could go to the liquor store! Like I said, we only lived there for about a year. Then, we moved to Sabina.

Now that I think about it, I began the 1st grade in Toledo. It was at Cherry Street Elementary School. I was there for about 2 months before we went to Sabina and I went into the 1st grade there. Dang, my memory's slipping. Also, Mrs. Fenner was my 1st grade teacher, not Mrs Powell. Mrs Powell was my 3rd grade teacher. Mrs Fent was my 2nd grade teacher and Mrs Thompson was my 4th grade teacher. Mrs Carter was my 5th grade teacher, until we moved to Virginia. Sorry for the confusion of the earlier post. I didn't begin 1st grade in Sabina, it was in Toledo. Of course, if you've ever been to Toledo, you'd have to admit, Denver's song does fit the town.

Plus, I like John Denver. I remember seeing him in concert in the middle 70's. That was a fantastic show.

Re the pics, I've got a bunch more. If you're interested, there're a couple of books out, "Sabina Remembered" & "Sabina Remembered 2" that tell stories of Sabina and some of the people who lived there over the years. Plus, they're pictures, galore!

Holy Toledo, (I bet they got that moniker because all the unmarried girls are still virgins there?) now I am perplexed buck? You being a former torpedo from Toledo, makes me wonder why you weren't drawn toward becoming a the Tin Can sailor like I was?

Even though Toledo was less than two hours from Cleveland, I never did visit there. So, I will have to take your and Denver's word about it.

Your memory is a heck of a sight better than mine, I can only remember my kindergarten teacher's name and, that's it! I'm proud I can remember where I grew up at anymore and, set the bar rather low for me I guess?

The landlady sounded like a real motivator to get the heck out of there and, your family should have at least sent her a fruit cake every Christmas.

I love John Denver, even if he poked fun at Toledo. Ohio is where I first developed and then later, honed my keen sense of humor. It provides anybody more material than all the haberdasheries in NYC combined.

Thanks for the heads up on old town Ohio. I and a few of my friends rode our bikes from Euclid, Ohio to Pymatuning State Park in Pennsylvania one summer and, we journeyed through several of them. We met some of the finest people on the planet and, had the time of our life doing it.

Being big city kids from Cleveland, we took many photos of the serene and idyllic Ohio countryside, like the one of these flock of cows grazing in the field below.

The couple in the next photo said they had one that could even talk, kinda... The old lady was going to take us all to the house to see for ourselves but, her husband thought it best we just mosey along and so, we did. :shock: :shock: :shock:

The bike trip was true but, don't make me give a swear on he photos, it has been many years since that hike!

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Holy Toledo, (I bet they got that moniker because all the unmarried girls are still virgins there?) now I am perplexed buck? You being a former torpedo from Toledo, makes me wonder why you weren't drawn toward becoming a the Tin Can sailor like I was?

Even though Toledo was less than two hours from Cleveland, I never did visit there. So, I will have to take your and Denver's word about it.

Your memory is a heck of a sight better than mine, I can only remember my kindergarten teacher's name and, that's it! I'm proud I can remember where I grew up at anymore and, set the bar rather low for me I guess?

The landlady sounded like a real motivator to get the heck out of there and, your family should have at least sent her a fruit cake every Christmas.

I love John Denver, even if he poked fun at Toledo. Ohio is where I first developed and then later, honed my keen sense of humor. It provides anybody more material than all the haberdasheries in NYC combined.

Thanks for the heads up on old, small town Ohio. I and a few of my friends rode our bikes from Euclid, Ohio to Pymatuning State Park in Pennsylvania one summer and, we journeyed through several of them. We met some of the finest people on the planet and, had the time of our lives doing it.

Being big city kids from Cleveland, we took many photos of the serene and idyllic Ohio countryside, like the one of these flock of cows grazing in the field below.

The couple in the next photo said they had one that could even talk, kinda... The old lady was going to take us all to the house to see for ourselves but, her husband thought it best we just mosey along and so, we did. :shock: :shock: :shock:

The bike trip was true but, don't make me give a swear on he photos, it has been many years since that hike!

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Now, wait just a durn minute, here! Don't make fun of Toledo! I lived there for about a year. It was during the time my dad was "recovering" and was working part-time jobs, just to make money.

We lived in the bottom of an old house, while the landlords lived above us, on the 2nd floor. The landlady, if you could call her that, (she was more like the landlady/drunk), would beat on our front door at times, demanding we pay her the rent money early, so she could go to the liquor store! Like I said, we only lived there for about a year. Then, we moved to Sabina.

Now that I think about it, I began the 1st grade in Toledo. It was at Cherry Street Elementary School. I was there for about 2 months before we went to Sabina and I went into the 1st grade there. Dang, my memory's slipping. Also, Mrs. Fenner was my 1st grade teacher, not Mrs Powell. Mrs Powell was my 3rd grade teacher. Mrs Fent was my 2nd grade teacher and Mrs Thompson was my 4th grade teacher. Mrs Carter was my 5th grade teacher, until we moved to Virginia. Sorry for the confusion of the earlier post. I didn't begin 1st grade in Sabina, it was in Toledo. Of course, if you've ever been to Toledo, you'd have to admit, Denver's song does fit the town.

Plus, I like John Denver. I remember seeing him in concert in the middle 70's. That was a fantastic show.

Re the pics, I've got a bunch more. If you're interested, there're a couple of books out, "Sabina Remembered" & "Sabina Remembered 2" that tell stories of Sabina and some of the people who lived there over the years. Plus, they're pictures, galore!

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You mentioned Euclid. That's the name of the street that the house we lived in was located. That's for the hint! Now, if I could only remember the house number... .

Actually, at the time we lived in Toledo, there was a show on TV, titled, "Silent Service." It was a drama series based on stories of US submarine exploits during WW2. At the time, I wanted to be a submariner when I grew up. My dad, being a Marine vet, always tried to talk me out of it.

A couple of years later, he took me to an air show at Wright-Patterson AFB, in Dayton. The Blue Angels were there. After that, I wanted to be a naval aviator.

My nearsightedness prevented me from becoming a pilot. So, I opted to be a backseat rider. Unlike the Air Farce, the Navy doesn't have its backseaters have a pilot's rating. Not, that I couldn't land the plane, if needed, but it wasn't my main job. Believe me, had I ever had to land an aircraft, it would definitely have to be returned to the taxpayers; most likely with several pieces missing and one hell of a scratched-up paint job.

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You mentioned Euclid. That's the name of the street that the house we lived in was located. That's for the hint! Now, if I could only remember the house number... .

Actually, at the time we lived in Toledo, there was a show on TV, titled, "Silent Service." It was a drama series based on stories of US submarine exploits during WW2. At the time, I wanted to be a submariner when I grew up. My dad, being a Marine vet, always tried to talk me out of it.

A couple of years later, he took me to an air show at Wright-Patterson AFB, in Dayton. The Blue Angels were there. After that, I wanted to be a naval aviator.

My nearsightedness prevented me from becoming a pilot. So, I opted to be a backseat rider. Unlike the Air Farce, the Navy doesn't have its backseaters have a pilot's rating. Not, that I couldn't land the plane, if needed, but it wasn't my main job. Believe me, had I ever had to land an aircraft, it would definitely have to be returned to the taxpayers; most likely with several pieces missing and one hell of a scratched-up paint job.