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Fang and Rags Wish You Merry Christmas

It should be a hanging offense to publish childhood pet memories at Christmastime.

If put to a vote I would surely cast an aye. But that only goes for the unforgivable Marley and Me type of things that some people need to both publish and read for no other discernable purpose than to ruin Kleenex and cause an overall state of weepy depression.

Perhaps disregarding sensible behavior, today I salute Fang and Rags, a canine tag team who took peculiar joy in destruction, which they routinely avoided punishment for by batting their brown eyes and sharing the innocent facial expressions (as seen in the photograph taken on a Polaroid land camera circa 1972 or 73). Fang is the brown Dachsund-Poltergeist mix, Rags the brief white ball of fluff. They both enjoyed long, spoiled lives from 1969 to 1986.

Every year, even in dotage, Fang attacked the Christmas Tree at least once, while Rags, usually more of a loud enabler than a man of action, rooted him on. It was both a source of vexation and even amusement (the smiles, however, seldom arrived before February). Nobody knew why it happened, nor did anyone bother to ask. Fang was amazingly powerful, Mighty Mouse like, and he often felt obliged to display his physical prowess, while yippy-yappy Rags had more of a role similar to that of a “Wrestling Manager.” (I have mentioned the boys’ brand of hooliganism in previous years, in other places, but it continues to remain worth remembering.)

So, to all whose trees are being toppled, packages urinated on and who exist in a constant state of unease, please remember to hold your temper and realize that you are experiencing your The Good Old Days.

Enjoy.

Merry Christmas from Fang and Rags, ever eternal at Saragun Springs.

Leila

Oh, and here is one of the boys’ favorite Christmas songs:

Saragun Springs Presents a Halloween Photo Gallery by Dr. Dale Williams Barrigar and Legion

(Co-Editor note: It is that time of year again, perhaps the best. “Seems odd that we should celebrate the macabre” is one of the dumbest lines I think I have ever heard. “Behold the beyond” is probably closer to the spirit and Spirits of this time of year. That, and the happy fact that Co-Editor DWB will be taking the controls for the rest of this fine month!–LA)

(All images provided by DWB and the unseen)

Saragun Verse: For Dee Boids

Not all Birds must be real to fly

But don’t you dare try to fry the fried

Your friends will think you horizontal

By those talon scars on your tonsils

‘tis a spat as old as rhyme

one must be late to tell the time

he says why must we early chase the worm

if it were french toast maybe I’d learn

My mother was right when I was back in the nest

She said your stripes were simply a jest

nothing earns its keep whilst abed

You’ll be fodder for Cats unless you move ahead

I am too hot to be smart my gurlie tells me

But I have the beak to make history

So I when I mistake my reflection for another

Remember I, by song, might be both your lover and your brother

Henny Penny ain’t got shit on Viv the Wick

That brooder house floozy is a silly twit

Tomorrow I will be queen of the roost

After she’s served with corn and the awful truth

(The birds of Saragun Springs now bow)

The Photography of Dale Barrigar Williams (aka, The Drifter) Vol. One

(The header image is a group shot of the Canine stars of this production: Colonel, Bandit and Boo)

Today and tomorrow pictures will be supplying their well known ability to say a thousand words, and then some. These are courtesy of The Drifter today and Christopher J. Ananias tomorrow.

If you are not shy, send us five images and we will be happy to give you a photo shoot day of your own. Standards of legality and good taste apply for those very few among you who need to be told such things–Leila

(Tressa, The Dog Whisperer)

(The Ongoing Legend of Boo and his high end reading materials)

(Sweet Miss Bandit)

(Gallant Colonel)

Dale and family love Dogs, and it shows that the feeling is mutual!