I've been tagged. This always brings to mind the term "attraction-repulsion" from freshman Art History. The example Ms. Goodgal (seriously) used was Meret Oppenheimer's Furry Cup, where the attraction was that luxurious fur, and the repulsion was, well, hairy coffee.
With tagging the attraction is the sense of kinship and popularity, and the repulsion is how it plays on tribal memories of chain letters promising death and dismemberment if broken. 'Nuff whining...
My good buddy Gus has tagged me with the task of writing five New Year's Resolutions. With Pappy in mind, here are my resolutions:
- For Pappy: chase some balls. Check!
- For me: I promise to use the word "depredations" in a post.
- For me: I know this is getting repetitive, but I have to figure out some way to get grass to grow in the back yard and survive Pappy's depredations (check!). It's too shady for zoysia grass, so maybe astroturf.
- For me: take Pappy on a road trip, maybe to the ocean. To my knowledge he's never been outside a 60 mile radius of Washington, DC, and that's kind of sad.
- For Pappy and me: I need to take my lead from Ferndoggle and get on the training bandwagon with Pappy. Her Lola has similar leash aggression issues with other dogs. While I'm getting irritated, Ferndoggle's doing something about it.
Now I am to tag five new people. In the spirit of New Year, it's time to remember old debts and get some payback. So I am going to tag people who have tagged me in the past, in hopes they'll do the same and move these tags back to the source-- beautiful symmetry. My tagees are Disgruntled Owl, Pippin, 3DogCache, and Scrappy. My fifth is a discretional tagging of Cara, since I didn't actually complete her tag (but I'd done the Xmas tag twice already).