#i'll go to pick them up for their 4 mile walk and the owner will be like

[weaselle]

i have a little 30 pound klee kai (actually for that breed, i should say i have a large 30lb klee kai) and genetically they are mostly siberian husky, and

running and pulling? His FAVORITE.

i got a bike with an attachment for his leash so i could safely run him as much as he needed (more on that in a minute) and when he was young if it wasn’t hot out forget pedaling i’d spend the first mile and a half with the brakes on because my little 30 pound dog would pull the bike faster than i was comfortable going and let me tell you he LOVES it.

twice now, to see just how much he loves running, i have given a large chunk of dog-friendly chicken jerky (his favorite treat) and then before he could eat it but while it was in his mouth i picked up his harness and asked him if he wanted to go for a run and when i say he spit out a mouthful of chicken to go running i mean he made it to the front door before the chicken hit the ground.

When i got him, i was like “sure he’s got a lot of husky genes, but he’s got short little legs and two other breeds mixed in, i’ll just be sure to walk him more than a normal dog”

He’s a wonderful sweet and trainable dog, but the closest i could get to him not pulling was an agreement to just maintain what we worked out was a reasonable constant amount of tension on the leash.

But the real problem was, no amount of walking him seemed to have any effect on his exercise needs.

So i looked it up, and, for a sled dog...

a race one hundred miles long

is called

a sprint.

300 miles is a medium length race. The iditarod is a little more than 900 miles long.

and if you want to know how the dogs feel about running it, one year the iditarod route went near someone’s property and their pet husky saw what they were doing, thought “fuck yeah,” jumped the fence, and ran the entire second half of the race with the other dogs.

Like, you never see happier dogs than when a dog sled team knows they’re about to go on a run. I work with dogs professionally and every video of sled dogs preparing for their day that i’ve ever seen show dogs that are very clearly either super excited to do the thing they love, or heartbroken that they are not already doing the thing they love, which is running and pulling.

My dog Badger loves running so much that he yells at red lights when they take too long. And after owning him, AND exercising dogs professionally, i will say two things

1: in a perfect world most of the dogs i walk should actually be running instead; i just couldn’t make a living running them because i can only run a max of two dogs at a time where i live, but I can walk six (and i can get into the breakdown of why that’s not nearly as much money as you might think on some other post) 

But more importantly 

2: show me a husky who does not get to run for many miles several days a week and i’ll show you the real dog abuse victim

There's a lot of dumb ass animal cruelty takes in general but my favorite is the people who think you need to force sled dogs to pull.

Have you ever walked a dog before in your entire life? They love to pull. They're the pullingest damn things you ever saw. They'll merrily rip your rotator cuff in half like a phone book for the chance to stick their own face into a pile of old feces. They'll drag you down the road while you go through all 5 stages of grief trying to make them stop.

There are hundreds of products on the market promising to get ordinary non sled dogs to stop pulling their hapless owners down the road and spilling their iced coffees. People have gone so far as to use electric collars to try and zap sense into their poor stupid labradoodle that wants nothing more but to suicidally pull itself and everyone it loves into the snarling maw of the nearest leash reactive pit bull.

A dog that's allowed to pull, nay, encouraged to pull, is probably the most self actualized animal on the planet right after seagulls that live somewhere with food stands outdoors.

[bobdylandreams]

Murder Most Foul

Written by Bob Dylan

Recorded "A while back" (according to the twitter announcement) Released 27 March 2020 and later on Rough And Rowdy Ways Tabbed by Eyolf Østrem

The harmonic rhythm (i.e. the regularity with which the chords change) is very loose, and the placement of the chord symbols in the tab below is approximate, tentative. On several points in the recordings it is evident that the accompaniment is more or less improvised.

Here's an attempt at an analysis of the song, musically and contentswise.

[Verse 1]         C                            F It was a dark day in Dallas, November '63 C                               F A day that will live on in infamy C President Kennedy was a-ridin' high F Good day to be livin' and a good day to die      C Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb          F He said, "Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?" G "Of course we do, we know who you are"          Fmaj7 Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car C Shot down like a dog in broad daylight F Was a matter of timing and the timing was right C                                         F You got unpaid debts, we've come to collect                          C                                F We're gonna kill you with hatred, without any respect G We'll mock you and shock you and we'll put it in your face F We've already got someone here to take your place C The day they blew out the brains of the king F Thousands were watching, no one saw a thing C                                              F It happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise F Right there in front of everyone's eyes G Greatest magic trick ever under the sun F Perfectly executed, skillfully done C Wolfman, oh Wolfman, oh Wolfman, howl F                                 C Rub-a-dub-dub, it's a murder most foul [Verse 2] C Hush, little children, you'll understand F The Beatles are comin', they're gonna hold your hand C                                              F Slide down the banister, go get your coat                                       C Ferry 'cross the Mersey and go for the throat G There's three bums comin' all dressed in rags F Pick up the pieces and lower the flags G I'm goin' to Woodstock, it's the Aquarian Age F Then I'll go over to Altamont and sit near the stage C Put your head out the window, let the good times roll F                                   C There's a party going on behind the Grassy Knoll F                                                        [At this point, the string players lose track Stack up the bricks, pour the cement                      of the harmonic rhythm and play a C chord C                                       F                 against the piano's change to F] Don't say Dallas don't love you, Mr. President         G Put your foot in the tank and then step on the gas F Try to make it to the triple underpass G Blackface singer, whiteface clown F Better not show your faces after the sun goes down C                                                            F Up in the red light district, they've got cop on the beat C                                     F Living in a nightmare on Elm Street            C                                               F When you're down on Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe C                                          F Don't ask what your country can do for you G                                      S Cash on the barrelhead, money to burn G                                F Dealey Plaza, make a left-hand turn C                                                     F I'm going down to the crossroads, gonna flag a ride C                                                       F The place where faith, hope, and charity died G                                                      F Shoot him while he runs, boy, shoot him while you can G                                      F See if you can shoot the invisible man C                                F Goodbye, Charlie, goodbye, Uncle Sam C                                          F Frankly, Miss Scarlett, I don't give a damn G                                         F What is the truth, and where did it go? G                                      F Ask Oswald and Ruby, they oughta know C                                      F "Shut your mouth," said a wise old owl            C                                 F     C Business is business, and it's a murder most foul [Verse 3] C                                         F Tommy, can you hear me? I'm the Acid Queen C                                        F I'm riding in a long, black Lincoln limousine C                                       F Ridin' in the back seat next to my wife       C                                 F Headed straight on in to the afterlife G                                 F I'm leaning to the left, I got my head in her lap G                                          F Hold on, I've been led into some kind of a trap         C                                            F Where we ask no quarter, and no quarter do we give      C                     F We're right down the street, from the street where you live     C                                          F They mutilated his body and they took out his brain     C                                     F What more could they do? They piled on the pain        C                                F But his soul was not there where it was supposed to be at        C                             F For the last fifty years they've been searchin' for that G                                    F Freedom, oh freedom, freedom over me G                                                  F I hate to tell you, mister, but only dead men are free C                                      F Send me some lovin', then tell me no lie C                                       F Throw the gun in the gutter and walk on by C                                       F Wake up, little Susie, let's go for a drive         C                                     F Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive C                                        F Turn the radio on, don't touch the dials C                                       F Parkland Hospital, only six more miles                                                C You got me dizzy, Miss Lizzy, you filled me with lead   F                                        C That magic bullet of yours has gone to my head G                                   F I'm just a patsy like Patsy Cline G                                          F Never shot anyone from in front or behind G                            F I've blood in my eye, got blood in my ear G                                           F I'm never gonna make it to the new frontier C                                   F Zapruder's film I seen night before C                                  F Seen it thirty-three times, maybe more C                                                 F It's vile and deceitful, it's cruel and it's mean C                                     F Ugliest thing that you ever have seen C                                             F They killed him once and they killed him twice C                                 F Killed him like a human sacrifice G                                                        F The day that they killed him, someone said to me, "Son G                                                   F The age of the Antichrist has just only begun" C                                           F Air Force One comin' in through the gate C                          F Johnson sworn in at 2:38 C                                                F Let me know when you decide to throw in the towel C                                      F              C It is what it is, and it's murder most foul [Verse 4] C                                   F What's new, pussycat? What'd I say? C                                          F I said the soul of a nation been torn away C                                            F And it's beginning to go into a slow decay C                                                 F And that it's thirty-six hours past Judgment Day G                                      F Wolfman Jack, he's speaking in tongues G                                            F He's going on and on at the top of his lungs C                                 F Play me a song, Mr. Wolfman Jack                               C Play it for me in my long Cadillac                                 F Play me that "Only the Good Die Young" C                                          F Take me to the place Tom Dooley was hung          C                                            F Play "St. James Infirmary" and the Court of King James       C                                                 F If you want to remember, you better write down the names             C                             F Play Etta James, too, play "I'd Rather Go Blind" C                                           F Play it for the man with the telepathic mind G                                           F Play John Lee Hooker, play "Scratch My Back" G                                          F Play it for that strip club owner named Jack G                           F Guitar Slim going down slow                                 C Play it for me and for Marilyn Monroe [Verse 5] C Play "Please Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood" F Play it for the First Lady, she ain't feeling any good C Play Don Henley, play Glenn Frey F Take it to the limit and let it go by C Play it for Carl Wilson, too F Looking far, far away down Gower Avenue C Play "Tragedy", play "Twilight Time" F Take me back to Tulsa to the scene of the crime G Play another one and "Another One Bites the Dust" F Play "The Old Rugged Cross" and "In God We Trust" G Ride the pink horse down that long, lonesome road F Stand there and wait for his head to explode C Play "Mystery Train" for Mr. Mystery F                                   C The man who fell down dead like a rootless tree F Play it for the reverend, play it for the pastor C                               F Play it for the dog that got no master C                               F Play Oscar Peterson, play Stan Getz    C                              F Play "Blue Sky," play Dickey Betts G Play Art Pepper, Thelonious Monk F                           G Charlie Parker and all that junk F All that junk and "All That Jazz" C                                        F Play something for the Birdman of Alcatraz C                   F Play Buster Keaton, play Harold Lloyd          C                              F Play Bugsy Siegel, play Pretty Boy Floyd G                                  F Play the numbers, play the odds      G                                       F Play "Cry Me a River" for the Lord of the gods C                                 F Play Number nine, play Number six C                           F Play it for Lindsey and Stevie Nicks C                                      F Play Nat King Cole, play "Nature Boy"     C                                       F Play "Down in the Boondocks" for Terry Malloy         G                                      F Play "It Happened One Night" and "One Night of Sin"        G                                           F There's twelve million souls that are listening in     G                                              F Play "Merchant of Venice", play "Merchants of Death"     G                                     F Play "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth C                          F                                       [Finally, a fixed rhythm Don't worry, Mr. President, help's on the way                      is established, sortof     C                                            F                but then Dylan decides Your brothers are comin', there'll be hell to pay                  to mess it up again; C                                                F                 the chords no longer follow Brothers? What brothers? What's this about hell?                   the established pattern] C Tell them, "We're waiting, keep coming," we'll get them as well G                                       F Love Field is where his plane touched down G                                      F But it never did get back up off the ground                   G                      F Was a hard act to follow, second to none                      G                       F They killed him on the altar of the rising sun C                             F Play "Misty" for me and "That Old Devil Moon"      C                             F Play "Anything Goes" and "Memphis in June"                    C                        F Play "Lonely at the Top" and "Lonely Are the Brave" C                                             F Play it for Houdini spinning around in his grave C                            F Play Jelly Roll Morton, play "Lucille" C                                       F Play "Deep in a Dream", and play "Driving Wheel" G                                  F Play "Moonlight Sonata" in F-sharp      G                                        F And "A Key to the Highway" for the king on the harp     C                                                  F Play "Marching Through Georgia" and "Dumbarton's Drums"     C                                             F Play "Darkness" and death will come when it comes      C                                           F Play "Love Me or Leave Me" by the great Bud Powell       C                                           F Play "The Blood-Stained Banner", play "Murder Most Foul"            

[iloveyoubuddy]

Surprise!

Bob Dylan followed up his recent going-against-the-grain summer tour announcement with a new single titled “Murder Most Foul” today. It’s chock full of imagery provoking lyrics and almost 17 minutes long....yep, his longest song ever released.

Always a genius lyricist, settle in (where do you have to go anyway in these crazy pandemic-centric times?) and check the lyrics out and listen at the link below:

Murder Most Foul

Bob Dylan - 2020

[Verse 1]

It was a dark day in Dallas, November '63

A day that will live on in infamy

President Kennedy was a-ridin' high

Good day to be livin' and a good day to die

Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb

He said, "Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?"

"Of course we do, we know who you are!"

Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car

Shot down like a dog in broad daylight

Was a matter of timing and the timing was right

You got unpaid debts, we've come to collect

We're gonna kill you with hatred, without any respect

We'll mock you and shock you and we'll put it in your face

We've already got someone here to take your place

The day they blew out the brains of the king

Thousands were watching, no one saw a thing

It happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise

Right there in front of everyone's eyes

Greatest magic trick ever under the sun

Perfectly executed, skillfully done

Wolfman, oh wolfman, oh wolfman howl

Rub-a-dub-dub, it's a murder most foul

[Verse 2]

Hush, little children, you'll understand

The Beatles are comin', they're gonna hold your hand

Slide down the banister, go get your coat

Ferry 'cross the Mersey and go for the throat

There's three bums comin' all dressed in rags

Pick up the pieces and lower the flags

I'm goin' to Woodstock, it's the Aquarian Age

Then I'll go to Altamont and sit near the stage

Put your head out the window, let the good times roll

There's a party going on behind the Grassy Knoll

Stack up the bricks, pour the cement

Don't say Dallas don't love you, Mr. President

Put your foot in the tank and then step on the gas

Try to make it to the triple underpass

Blackface singer, whiteface clown

Better not show your faces after the sun goes down

Up in the red light district, they've got cop on the beat

Living in a nightmare on Elm Street

When you're down on Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe

Don't ask what your country can do for you

Cash on the ballot, money to burn

Dealey Plaza, make a left-hand turn

I'm going down to the crossroads, gonna flag a ride

The place where faith, hope, and charity lie

Shoot him while he runs, boy, shoot him while you can

See if you can shoot the invisible man

Goodbye, Charlie! Goodbye, Uncle Sam!

Frankly, Miss Scarlett, I don't give a damn

What is the truth, and where did it go?
Ask Oswald and Ruby, they oughta know

"Shut your mouth," said a wise old owl

Business is business, and it's a murder most foul

[Verse 3]

Tommy, can you hear me? I'm the Acid Queen

I'm riding in a long, black Lincoln limousine

Ridin' in the backseat next to my wife

Headed straight on in to the afterlife

I'm leaning to the left, I got my head in her lap

Hold on, I've been led into some kind of a trap

Where we ask no quarter, and no quarter do we give

We're right down the street, from the street where you live

They mutilated his body and they took out his brain

What more could they do? They piled on the pain

But his soul was not there where it was supposed to be at

For the last fifty years they've been searchin' for that

Freedom, oh freedom, freedom over me

I hate to tell you, mister, but only dead men are free

Send me some lovin', then tell me no lie

Throw the gun in the gutter and walk on by

Wake up, little Susie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive

Turn the radio on, don't touch the dials

Parkland hospital, only six more miles

You got me dizzy, Miss Lizzy, you filled me with lead

That magic bullet of yours has gone to my head

I'm just a patsy like Patsy Cline

Never shot anyone from in front or behind

I've blood in my eye, got blood in my ear

I'm never gonna make it to the new frontier

Zapruder's film I seen night before
Seen it thirty-three times, maybe more

It's vile and deceitful, it's cruel and it's mean

Ugliest thing that you ever have seen

They killed him once and they killed him twice

Killed him like a human sacrifice

The day that they killed him, someone said to me, "Son

The age of the Antichrist has just only begun"

Air Force One comin' in through the gate

Johnson sworn in at 2:38

Let me know when you decide to throw in the towel

It is what it is, and it's murder most foul

[Verse 4]

What's new, pussycat? What'd I say?

I said the soul of a nation been torn away

And it's beginning to go into a slow decay

And that it's thirty-six hours past Judgment Day

Wolfman Jack, he's speaking in tongues

He's going on and on at the top of his lungs

Play me a song, Mr. Wolfman Jack

Play it for me in my long Cadillac

Play me that "Only the Good Die Young"

Take me to the place Tom Dooley was hung

Play "St. James Infirmary" and the Court of King James

If you want to remember, you better write down the names

Play Etta James, too, play "I'd Rather Go Blind"

Play it for the man with the telepathic mind

Play John Lee Hooker, play "Scratch My Back"

Play it for that strip club owner named Jack

Guitar Slim going down slow

Play it for me and for Marilyn Monroe

[Verse 5]

Play "Please Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood"

Play it for the First Lady, she ain't feeling any good

Play Don Henley, play Glenn Frey
Take it to the limit and let it go by

Play it for Carl Wilson, too

Looking far, far away down Gower Avenue

Play tragedy, play "Twilight Time"

Take me back to Tulsa to the scene of the crime

Play another one and "Another One Bites the Dust"

Play "The Old Rugged Cross" and "In God We Trust"

Ride the pink horse down that long, lonesome road

Stand there and wait for his head to explode

Play "Mystery Train" for Mr. Mystery

The man who fell down dead like a rootless tree

Play it for the reverend, play it for the pastor

Play it for the dog that got no master

Play Oscar Peterson, play Stan Getz

Play "Blue Sky," play Dickey Betts

Play Art Pepper, Thelonious Monk

Charlie Parker and all that junk

All that junk and "All That Jazz"

Play something for the Birdman of Alcatraz

Play Buster Keaton, play Harold Lloyd

Play Bugsy Siegel, play Pretty Boy Floyd

Play the numbers, play the odds

Play "Cry Me A River" for the Lord of the gods

Play Number nine, play Number six

Play it for Lindsey and Stevie Nicks

Play Nat King Cole, play "Nature Boy"

Play "Down In The Boondocks" for Terry Malloy

Play "It Happened One Night" and "One Night of Sin"

There's twelve million souls that are listening in

Play "Merchant of Venice", play "Merchants of Death"

Play "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth

Don't worry, Mr. President, help's on the way

Your brothers are comin', there'll be hell to pay
Brothers? What brothers? What's this about hell?

Tell them, "We're waiting, keep coming," we'll get them as well

Love Field is where his plane touched down
But it never did get back up off the ground

Was a hard act to follow, second to none

They killed him on the altar of the rising sun

Play "Misty" for me and "That Old Devil Moon"

Play "Anything Goes" and "Memphis in June"

Play "Lonely At the Top" and "Lonely Are the Brave"

Play it for Houdini spinning around his grave

Play Jelly Roll Morton, play "Lucille"

Play "Deep In a Dream", and play "Driving Wheel"

Play "Moonlight Sonata" in F-sharp

And "A Key to the Highway" for the king on the harp

Play "Marching Through Georgia" and "Dumbarton's Drums"

Play darkness and death will come when it comes

Play "Love Me Or Leave Me" by the great Bud Powell

Play "The Blood-stained Banner", play "Murder Most Foul"

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