Saint Roch--Patron Saint of dogs

   
   "Saint Roch--Patron Saint of dogs"

   I guess you could call this guy, the ROCK; however, we all know Christ said that was the mighty Saint Peter, the architect of the Universal Church.
   Anyhow, Saint Roch has much to do with lore and legend, yet truth always resides in such fantastic things for souls with eyes to see and ears to hear.
   Saint Roch was called to help treat victims of the Bubonic plague; moreover, he contracted it himself.  And like an American Indian, as my Grandpap would say, he went out into the woods to perish alone.  
   Alas, in a sublime way, he didn't perish, for a holy hound brought him food; plus, licked his wounds, healing them.  A simple man, with a simple friend; specifically, man's best friend.  
   Also, Patron Saint of bachelors and the falsely accused.  Get me!?!    

Existence Womb (90)

   
   "Existence Womb (90)"
   
   Miriam approached the coyote.  It sat and offered a friendly paw, like a trained house dog.  She willingly shook it, and could've sworn the coyote smiled innocently at her.
  
MIRIAM
I uh, kinda noticed you sound like a girl, but you said your name was Freddy.

FREDDY
Us coyotes are weird, but true.  And I am female.

MIRIAM
Are you here to tell me something?  I know you are.  

FREDDY
My friend Miriam--laugh at yourself and all the reptile scat in life.  Us coyotes have symmetrical bowel evacuation. We can live on mice, toxic waste, whatever--we're survivors, with a sense of humor.

MIRIAM
It's kinda hard to laugh.  Evil angels have harassed me, my Mom died, and my father is bananas.

FREDDY
Hundreds of thousands of people go missing each year.  You're not the only tortured soul.  Laugh them off; keep all your negativity in your tail; furthermore, grow a metaphorical tail and make it contain all the toxins in life.

MIRIAM
You are silly, but I trust your teachings.

FREDDY
Don't take life so seriously; you're a survivor.  Keep your faith.  Get some Rosary beads and continue your path to God, the Great Spirit.  You will learn to teach too, in a goofball way.  Show the haters themselves by imitating them--hold up a magic mirror to show them how they disrespect the elders and all that is holy.  You will be amazed at this uncanny power.  And remember Christ saying GET BEHIND ME Satan.  Of course, you never follow a coyote, and if they're behind you--it is their doom.

MIRIAM
Thank you.  Thank you for your wisdom.

FREDDY
My goofball wisdom.  Hey, how did Captain Hook die?

MIRIAM
What?  I don't know.

FREDDY
Jock itch.  And Miriam snorted a blinding giggle; plus, Freddy disappeared.

Existence Womb (89)

   
   "Existence Womb (89)"
   
   Miriam awoke, of course--hearing Buck's wolfman snores; moreover, to the yips and yaps of a wild dog calling.  
   She knew this was not strange, for nothing, after all she had witnessed on Terra's mystical surface, seemed strange or bizarre save the watermelon-busting comedian Gallagher; anyway, she crept with Native American stealth from the pad, wending her way downstairs into the garage; next, out in the hot and sticky Arkansas night, where underneath the shimmering wax of a glowing Moon, she spotted the canine noisemaker--it was a coyote.
   Thing looked a bit like a German Shepherd; however, a bit smaller and leaner, looked underfed, and its eyes glowed something yellow and keen, matching a coat of almost golden-hued fur elegantly mingled with glistening orange.
   "Come here."  The coyote stated boldly.  "But never follow me unless I instruct you to."
   Miriam was like:  "Who the heck are you?"
   "I'm Freddy; I'm your Animal Guide."   
   Miriam approached; specifically, without the spirit of fear within her.    

Saint Dominic--Dog of the Lord

   
   "Saint Dominic--Dog of the Lord"
   
   People always ask me:  "What's up with Catholics and the Virgin Mary?"
   They should read the first two Chapters of the Gospel of Luke; next, they'll know; regardless, I ask myself:  "What's up with Catholics and canines?"
   Saint Patrick and wolves, Saint Francis and wolves, and plenty more.  But what of Saint Dominic?
   He was the son of Blessed Joan.  His Mom had a mystical vision that her unborn child was a "dog" and that he would set the world on fire.  This is symbolized in art containing the Saint, by a dog with a torch in its mouth.  Domini canis--dog of the Lord.
   Anyway, Our Blessed Virgin Mother appeared with a wreath of roses, instructing him to say the Rosary everyday.  The dog, well, he did as he was told.  Who doesn't love and adore dogs?   
   Moreover, every Good Shepherd needs a sheep dog.  

Existence Womb (88)

   
   "Existence Womb (88)"
   
   Buck and Miriam were in high cotton, as the American South does brag of glee; anyway, cruising in the fuchsia-hued, monster Boss 429, Miriam piloting the quasi-aircraft, Buck decided to offer some Native American wisdom concerning her inner coyote.
   Indeed, Miriam did have the power of shape-shifting.  Of dealing and unmasking things unreal, yet so very tangible to the mystic.  So Buck began.
   "You need to know the story of the Coyote and the Buffalo."
   "What's that?  And it doesn't sound very Catholic?"  Miriam pondered out loud.
   Buck went on, giving the short version:  "Coyotes can be intrinsically devious; however, that is not always the case.  Regardless, Coyote made fun of a Buffalo skull, more or less.  And Buffalo was not happy upon a type of resurrection.  Coyote said he was sorry and would make new horns for the Buffalo to kill his competition.  Buffalo agreed, and did so.  Was happy, gifting the coyote a small cow as a friend, but telling Coyote to never eat him.  Well, of course the Coyote did--get me?"
   "What the heck was that?"  Miriam blurted inquisitively.
   Buck with:  "It's about keeping promises.  The Rainbow--God's promise to never destroy the World with water again and such.  Plus, Coyote could have friends if he kept his couth and cool."
   Miriam wondered aloud:  "Am I gonna shift like you--I mean coyoteways?"
   Buck added:  "If you keep your promises and retain the Holy Spirit inside; next, anything is possible."
   Miriam took it in, elegantly, and with seriousness.  Next, the teenage goofball came out, and she floored the Boss 429, throwing Buck back into his seat.  She let off quickly, slowing the situation down; next, said:  "I'll keep mine Buck.  My promises.  I'll always love the Holy Spirit.  You too."   

Existence Womb (87)

   
   "Existence Womb (87)"
   
   When Buck had the sweet serendipity of stumbling across an old cooter wanting to depart with his Boss 429, he drooled through his fangs; indeed, while preferring the small block--its mercurial bang out of the gates, he had really been in love with piloting the low-flying SS with the 350.  Thus, he bought the beat up Boss 429.
   Throughout the summer, Miriam and Buck restored the massive motor and the exterior of the car, painting it a fuchsia hue.  And Buck knew:  He should give the classic hot rod to Miriam.
   It wasn't that fast off the line, doing 60 in about seven seconds; however, being built for ultra-high speed cruising, the thing could run with NASCAR on the tracks, almost.  And he knew Miriam would never open up the massive four barrel to such intense top speeds; thus, he gifted it to her.
   She was so happy.  Blushed--it matching the sparkly paint job of the car.  And how could a teenager not want to brag a bit?  To manifest that spirit of bravado, saying:  "Mine is better than yours."
   Therefore, Miriam blurted to Buck:  "I got more motor than you wolfman."
   Buck grinned, knowing it was all in the fun spirit of the V-8 motor, and the glee that it brought to us well-preserved Americans.   

Existence Womb (86)

   
   "Existence Womb (86)"
    
   The Fourth of July had arrived in Arkansas, and that meant:  Out in the bucolic boondocks there be heavy artillery used by the youth, well, fireworks.
   Miriam convinced Buck to pick up some firecrackers and sparklers, just crude noise makers and fire that would shimmer and shine, reminding of mystical magic--in a sublime sense.
   Outside of their pad, they ignited the quasi-explosives, laughing and playing, while Buck imbibed one too many a pale lager, even stumbling once or twice, but keeping his uncanny cool and couth. 
   He kissed Miriam gently on the lips when the fun was done, causing her to blush and feel a sparkly tingle run up her backbone and into her blessed brain.  Next, the twosome retired to their pad, turned on the tube, watching the news and stuff, and Buck trying to figure out who all the late night talk show hosts were, and if they actually were funny--not like back in the early 80's when he enjoyed Johnny Carson in usually blue-tinted suits, the man getting more handsome as he aged; plus, more comedic, having reverence for his prolonged career in making people sweetly get the giggles.
   Miriam finally fell into the sea of dreams, a cigarette dangling from her sleeping grip, which Buck gently removed and curiously took a drag from, wondering how people enjoyed such things.
   Afterwards, he stripped his clothing off, morphed wolfways, and prowled the pastoral presence of East End Arkansas, noticing the possums and other little creatures just trying to endure and survive their unwanted lives.  The Moon was waxing fullways, and he wondered of the mysteries of God, thanking the Man upstairs for making him a Catholic and an American.  Next, just to play his canine part, he let out a howl at the encompassing cream of the glittering Milky Way, laughed like a smug coyote, and returned as Miriam's loyal protector.  Just a simple, no hassle day.  Thank God for peace, and he did.