Re: the way of the warrior, what is it?
Hey, titmouse...McGiver was my adopted twelve year old yorkie. Five pounds of rompin, stompin, dynamite. He had a heart defect when I got him. His original owner wanted to put him down because she couldn't afford his medicines. No, couldn't have that, so I took him in. The vet called him the miracle dog. He always had a great attitude and didn't know he was small or sick. I don't think warrior's have to be men with big bulging muscles or strut around like Dr. Strangelove (aka, senator Mccain, Bush types) with insane military bravado. McGiver was more like Don Quixote de la Mancha comical at times and always giving with heart and clever like Don Jaun cause he could literally shapeshift around the big police dogs in the hood. He would march right up to a big tough bully dog and that dog would run away.
My only regret is that I spent to much escape time on the computer. He would spend a lot of time barking at me to get off. It must seem very strange to a dog that someone would sit in a chair and just stare at a box. Time to go take a walk in the woods. Thanks, for asking titmouse. Still love your poetry.