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*J,l - : -= l,,.l[llillll~llllllllllIJlll~I laml~lllllil~llll 4A October 8, ;~011 Mountain Messenaer - The Weekend PaDer for the Greenbrier Valley . , www.mountainmessenger.com Commentary... Denying the Three Dog Night By Robert McCurdy The calendar indicates it is autulim already; but I deny that with a certainty as naked as my jacket-less arms when I go out the door before dawn. I've long ago learned to hedge my bet with a sweater or such, available, yet deniable to my conscious thought by being tucked out of sight. I wonder if all creatures, human and oth- er. play the denial game: deny- ing summer is gone and long, cold, hungry, gray days are ahead. In the wild, it seems to me that animals very surviv- al depends on their instincts as there is no buffer for them from the elements, therefore they don't dally or engage in denial. Their very circum- stances precludes them from ignoring the signals they in- stinctively obey. They in their wild ways, prepare. I on the other hand do have some of those buffers. We do have the pantry with plenty of t gs from the garden, the freezer full, and a warm fire inside a cozy little house. That brings me to the rest of the resident inmates of our lunatic asylum that we affectionately call home. You've met them before: a fat gray tabby tom nicknamed "Lump," a thin, lithe, psy- cho slice of greased lightning named "Spaz" and of course the most dopey lovable 110 pounds of mutt you would ever want to drool on you, Miss Happie. They are deniers of the impending arrival of summer.t" If he were a human he would be one of the stars in the movie series "Jackass" or a demolition derby driver in "Death race 2011." Spaz fig- ures that bugs that make their way into the house are his. We always have a moth. ant or two, a twice a week spider or some other creepy crawly. Heaven help the hapless moth that flutters through either door. It is doomed (that goes for any other bug, too). The moth makes it to the overhead light and Spaz is angling to get there too. First, he studies the situation, measur#s the odds and jumps (just to make "sure he can't reach it from the floor). Next he proceeds to the kitchen table or the counter tops from which he has been banned for life from (little use that did). That gets him closer. Up he leaps, paws outstretched reaching for the offending moth.., he misses. If he lands in the floor in a heap (about half the time) and it is witnessed by one of us, he just gives us that look that says: "what? I meant to do that" and licks himself non- chalantly as if he could not care less about that stupid moth fluttering about. After the attention is off him and he thinks we are occupied else- where, he bounds to the top of the refrigerator. This puts him about 18 inches below the light fixture but maybe 5 feet away. No sweat. He leaps. Success! The moth is clinched old man winter, but of courseain his front paws and on the they have that buffer of war r '*L way to his mouth even as he fire, and are provided for wi