MISS NO GOOD
Miss No Good (Chinese: 不良笑花; pinyin: bù liáng xiào huā) is a Taiwanese drama starring Rainie Yang and Wilber Pan. It currently airs on CTS on Sundays.
Xiao Hua (Rainie Yang), a bubbly Taiwanese girl has the style of something no one can name. Xiao Hua has no intentions of changing the way she looks and dresses until her elementary school classmate, Jia Si Le (Dean Fujioka) comes back from Japan. Jia Si Le is deeply in love with Xiao Hua, despite coming back to Taiwan for an arranged marriage with Jiang Mi (Chen Yan Yi). Jia Si Le does whatever he can to get Xiao Hua to be his girlfriend.

One day, Xiao Hua meets Tang Men (Wilber Pan), the famous, poison-tongued fashion verdict who happens to be Jia Si Le's best friend, when her motorcycle breaks down. The two share a taxi, only to argue over each other's sense of style, and Tang Men angrily storms out, unwittingly leaving an expensive pair of scissors behind. Later, Jia Si Le holds an elementary school reunion party and invites both Tang Men and Xiao Hua. Tang Men meets Jiang Mi, who tells him that she and Si Le gave each other one year to find their true loves before submitting to his parents' will for them to be married. Also, after being pushed into a swimming pool and being told by her former classmates that she has no sense of style, Xiao Hua decides she will change her image so as not to embarass Si Le.

The next day, when Tang Men's assistant comes to Xiao Hua's shop to look for the lost pair of scissors, Xiao Hua decides to use them to blackmail Tang Men and get him to teach her how to be an upper-class woman. As Tang Men and Xiao Hua spend more time together, they slowly begin to realize their feelings for one another, though they initially deny them. Meanwhile, Jiang Mi, who is currently dating Tang Men, asks him to get close to Xiao Hua so that she can get Si Le back. Tang Men, who finds Xiao Hua annoying and loud, suddenly sees Xiao Hua's inner beauty and falls in love with Xiao Hua without even realizing it. What will Jia Si Le do to get Xiao Hua back? Will the two best friends split apart because of Xiao Hua? What will Jiang Mi do to Xiao Hua? How will Jiang Mi get Jia Si Le back.

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I saw Jet Li’s movie when I was ten years old in Beijing. More than 20 years have passed and what still impresses me the most and also what has not changed is his professional image, both in the movies and in the real world. When I was recently in Beijing, I heard his interview on TV explaining his theme about One Foundation. He is a great storyteller who has the power to touch and encourage people and, of course, he spoke in Chinese during the interview. I truly believe that he would have impressed people at the conference in Singapore more if he spoken Mandarin because most people in Singapore understand Chinese. Why did he give up an opportunity to express his power in Chinese and instead expose his weakness in English?   
 
We understand he had pressure from media who were present from all over the world. But short and well-designed sentences at the beginning or the end would have been perfect, if necessary. That could have made his speech special and impressive. Jet Li, you are not a bilingual genius. 
 
Normally, the content dominates a story and the way a story is told is less important. But how can people be touched if they are always distracted by the use of incorrect words and grammatical mistakes so that they cannot focus on the story itself. In this case, Jet Li’s involvement in charity, which is usually the best way for celebrities to enhance their images, was not successful. For Jet Li, the sacrifice of his professional image was too great.
 
Jet Li showed his professional and classical smile but did he really feel good about his speech? Publicist, please, think about it.

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One of the most important decisions you can make for your furry best friend is what they eat. You would think with all the restrictions and laws on the food you or I eat, that food for your dog would be just as safe. You could not be further from the truth. It does not matter if you buy your pets food from the grocery store down the street, some designer doggy boutique, or from your local veterinarianas office. All of these places may sell food that contains animal by-products.

If you are unsure what animal by-products are, animal by-products are meat from animals that were not suitable for people to eat. If you would not eat it, why would you feed it to someone you consider being your best friend? Animal by-products can be found in many name brand pet foods, not just the cheaper brands or store brands. Another name people may call animal by-products is rendered meat.

Meat from animal by-products may have been taken from animals that were brought to the slaughterhouse dead, animals that were too sick to be given to humans, or animals that were diseased. If these meats had the ability to make people sick, why would it be any different for your dog? Another fact is that it can even mean cats, dogs, horses or other similar animals that were euthanized could have made there way into your pets food dish.

The source of meat is not the only problem in pet foods today. Preservatives commonly found in pet food, such as ethoxyquin, BHT, and BHA, are toxic. Better alternatives to keep your pet's food fresh include Vitamins E and C.

Many people say that the ratio a dogas diet should contain is 50% vegetables, 40% meat, and about 10% grain or carbohydrates. Another thing to think about is you get what you pay for. Cheaper dog foods more often than not will have less quality ingredients then Healthy Dog Food does.

Holistic pet food is a better alternative. Holistic pet foods are both natural and nutritious. Ingredients are fit for consumption by both humans and dogs, and won't contain chicken beaks or toxic preservatives. Instead, you'll only find ingredients you yourself would enjoy.

The most assured way to know what you are feeding your dog is to make the pet food yourself. Books can be purchased with delicious Healthy Dog Food recipes for your companion. Your veterinarian can also tell you the vitamins and nutrients your pet needs.

It is important to remember not all human foods are suitable for animals. Grapes and raisins cause damage to your dog's kidneys; mushrooms can be deadly; raw, cooked, or powdered garlic and onions can damage red blood cells and may cause anemia; raw fish on a regular basis may lead to thiamine deficiency, which can result in loss of appetite, seizures, and death. Many other examples of harmful human food also exist. If you are unsure whether a new food is safe for your pet, you should always ask a veterinarian first.

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The Gucci Group acquired Bottega Veneta in February 2001. Tomas Maier, who trained at the institutional Chambre Syndicale de la Haute Couture in Paris, and spent nine years designing for another luxury brand, Hermes, came on board as creative director of Bottega Veneta in June 2001. His first collection, Spring/Summer 2002, brought immediate critical acclaim. Each season, the house presents a number of collections, including men's and women's shoes, bags, luggage, small leather goods, home, and gift items. In addition, Bottega Veneta creates a limited number of ready-to-wear items whose subtle chic lies in their relaxed style and refinement. Each piece stands alone on the strength of its design and craftsmanship.

"Bottega Veneta is a one-of-a-kind classic boutique brand that executes the fundamentals of luxury extraordinarily well," said Milton Pedraza, CEO of the Luxury Institute, which describes itself as an independent and objective research institution.



This season, the overall mood of the collection is innocent, open and feminine. A slender silhouette, young and uncontrived, highlights the romance of dresses and skirts constructed to enhance the movement of the body. The focal point is the waist, circled with high, wide, embellished belts. Lace insets, embroidery, pin tucks, and gathers lend a fresh charm and illustrate the artistry for which Bottega Veneta is renowned.

In accessories, there are opulent materials to appreciate - intrecciato nappa, baby soft suede, waxed calf, soft crocodile, and especially lizard, python and karung. Handbags are exquisitely worked, lavishly adorned with embroidery, applique's of exotic leather, and a wealth of metal and tortoiseshell-like hardware. The scale of these bags, most with double top handles, is smaller than in seasons past and their shapes are more delicate.
Shoes are similarly ornate and intricately detailed. Two to note: the Super Spiga, a luxurious, high-heeled sandal of burnished calf with a T-strap meticulously handcrafted; and the Souriseau, a sling-back made of vintage velvet and trimmed with braided peltro coassiale leather.
"This collection started from a very simple, classically spring feeling of innocence and light," says Creative Director Tomas Maier. "And then we surrendered to the sheer pleasure of beautiful things and the remarkable abilities of the craftspeople. The collection became an exploration of a kind of refreshing naà and femininity. The idea, of course, is that each woman takes what she loves and wears it in her own way. That's how the Bottega Veneta customer has always dressed."
Distribution of Bottega Veneta products is global, encompassing Europe, Asia and North America, both in select specialty and department stores and in a growing number of Bottega Veneta-owned boutiques. In addition, Bottega Veneta is one of the first luxury brands to embrace e-commerce. The website has been designed to cater to a clientele that is accustomed to exceptional service. To that end, a personal shopper is available through e-mail or by telephone to assist with selections and to complete transactions. Photographs of the exquisite handbags, wallets and other accessories feature not just a front view, but often inside, back and side views. Mr. Maier has even added a personal touch to the website with his six top picks for the season.

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There is serious concern amongst sexual health experts about the rise in cases of genital warts; affecting the genitalia of both sexes they can even infect the anus. These are transmitted by sexual intercourse, including orally, and are caused by a virus known as HPV (human papillomavirus). Genital warts are difficult to prevent even using safe sex techniques and it is quite probably that person who has them may be completely innocent as it is not always apparent that a person has them if they are internal.

Sometimes they will not appear for a long time after infection, even years.Nevertheless, once infection has occurred, the virus has a new host and the disease gets spread even more. While there are many hundreds of strains of this virus, only one causes ano-genital warts: the HPV6 strain. Unless a woman is due for a routine medical examination by her gynecologist a woman may not discover the warts for some time hidden inside her genitals.

Genital warts like damp areas as it aids their multiplication and this is the case inside a woman's vagina which may exhibit some discharge. To remove them the most popular method of wart removal is to apply liquid nitrogen to the infected area; which has very low temperature and will kill the infected skin and tissues. Removal by liquid nitrogen is quite painless but even so it is not always possible to use this process owing to the area to be treated.

Your doctor may get electro-cautery or surgical excision to remove the wart and lasers have emerged as a good option. All the treatments depend upon the location of the infection and even after they are removed, there is no guarantee they will not come up again. A self administering treatment called imiquimod is designed to help the person's immune system fight the genital warts but this cannot destroy the virus and there are no guarantees more will not form even though it is being applied.

It is best to get a doctors consent to use imiquimod as it cannot be used in every circumstance including pregnancy,this is also the case when the skin around the area is inflamed and in particular, internally. If you experience blisters in the area of use, an itchy genital area even body aches then you must stop using imiquimod but speak to your doctor who can provide more information on this subject. Information provided here on genital warts is presented in good faith but is not intended nor can it replace the advice given by medical professionals.

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Por último, hay que llamar la atención sobre el costado más oculto de esta trama. Un mercado poderoso, menos atento a las expresiones culturales que a los productos que impone y difunde según criterios en los que la rentabilidad cuenta mucho más que la calidad. Un mercado de múltiples ramificaciones que se beneficia y, por lo tanto, opera a favor de la concentración y el centralismo.

Números y no opiniones

Los diagnósticos impresionistas reducen el problema a una simple cuestión de superioridades e inferioridades. Para no caer en esa trampa, este número especial intentará mostrar que, dejando de lado las apreciaciones personales, hay realidades que se traducen en números de una elocuencia pasmosa. Ningún lamento ni reclamo por parte de las provincias respecto de la falta de atención que históricamente han recibido de las autoridades nacionales en materia de cultura dirá más que la desproporción presupuestaria perceptible en cualquiera de sus rubros. Una desproporción sólo comparable a la que las autoridades provinciales otorgan al ámbito de la cultura en sus propios presupuestos. Las industrias culturales, con sus promesas de trabajo e ingresos, sólo se instalan en aquellos lugares donde la actividad recibe los beneficios de una promoción estatal. Son escasos los ejemplos de empresas privadas que deciden correr algún tipo de riesgo fuera de la capital. Y las esperanzas cifradas en los intercambios vía Internet deben sortear una condición previa: la conectividad (banda ancha) no llega con facilidad a todas partes. Las empresas que brindan ese servicio encuentran que hay regiones del país que no justifican la inversión.

Aportes para la reflexión

Para actuar es preciso conocer y ese conocimiento involucra datos cuantificables. Establecer un estado de situación para advertir los agujeros negros de la cultura contribuye a implementar futuros cambios de rumbo.

El trabajo que abre este número especial pertenece a Rubens Bayardo. Con las herramientas de la antropología cultural, analiza las características del centralismo, especifica cómo los lugares estructurales que la cultura ocupa dentro de los gobiernos revelan el grado de importancia que se les asigna, y subraya la necesidad de que el Estado establezca mecanismos de regulación del mercado. Sobre las inequidades presupuestarias se consultó la opinión del secretario de Cultura de la Nación, José Nun, quien defendió su plan de gestión destinado a paliarlas, y también la del licenciado Héctor Valle, presidente del Fondo Nacional de las Artes, relativa a la relación del organismo con las Secretarías de cultura provinciales.

Los datos que aparecen en la página 12 fueron tomados del relevamiento que llevó a cabo la propia Secretaría de Cultura durante 2007, disponibles en Internet. Algunos remiten específicamente al Laboratorio de Industrias Culturales, de la misma Secretaría. El comentario de la socióloga Stella Puente, especialista en este último tema, provee una interpretación esclarecedora.

Un lugar destacado, aunque del todo insuficiente, lo ocupan un conjunto de fenómenos culturales de altísimo nivel que con un profundo compromiso por parte de las sociedades en las que surgieron, tienen lugar en distintos puntos del país. No se trata de un muestreo, pues en ese caso las omisiones serían flagrantes, sino apenas de un reconocimiento lleno de admiración hacia las personas y las instituciones que, a fuerza de trabajo y de talento, consiguieron abrirse camino más allá de las dificultades y la indiferencia.

Las raíces políticas del conflicto atravesadas por la actitud cambiante de sus protagonistas son el objeto de la nota de la historiadora Hilda Sabato acerca de la mentada cuestión federal. Por su parte, el sociólogo Héctor Schmucler revisita los textos de Ezequiel Martínez Estrada, encontrando nuevas connotaciones para la frecuentada cabeza de Goliat. Una perspectiva innovadora aporta Américo Castilla. Producto de su trayectoria en la gestión cultural, su propuesta apunta a otorgarles una nueva funcionalidad a las instituciones culturales que quedaron obsoletas y especificar los objetivos culturales que persigue cada región.

El poeta Santiago Sylvester recorre con desazón el conjunto de antologías poéticas y de historias de la literatura argentina y comprueba la miopía de las perspectivas pretendidamente nacionales hacia las producciones poéticas distantes de la capital. La opinión de Juan Falú refuerza esa historia de incomunicación. A través de la evocación de la mítica revista Hortensia, algunas de cuyas viñetas se reproducen aquí, se intenta aportar un poco de humor sobre el tema.

En materia de industrias culturales, es imposible soslayar lo que está ocurriendo con las editoriales independientes en Córdoba y Rosario, y también lo que promueven proyectos novedosos como el de Vox, de Bahía Blanca. Por último, una investigación de Alberto González Toro hace hincapié en las responsabilidades que les caben a las provincias en el cuidado y puesta en valor de sus patrimonios culturales. Hasta qué punto el turismo los beneficia o perjudica es la pregunta que se hace Alejandro Stilman y que cierra este informe.

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Meditation is considered as a powerful form of self-realization and self-healing. There are various methods by which you can meditate, but perhaps, the most potent of all is the Chakra Meditation.
Introduction to Chakra Meditation
Chakra Meditation is the art of balancing and energizing all the seven energy centers in the body, called Chakras, in order to align the flow of energy through them. Heres a brief description of these seven energy centers, or the Chakras:
1. Root or Base Chakra located at the base of the spine and related to the element . It governs our general health, prosperity, and security.
2. Orange or Naval or Sacral Chakra located at the center of abdomen and related to the element . It governs our emotions and sexuality.
3. Solar Plexus or Power Chakra located just above the naval region and related to the element . It governs our will power, autonomy, and metabolism.
4. Heart Chakra governing your general relationships, and feelings of love and compassion is located at the center of the chest and related to the element .
5. Throat Chakra governing your sense of creativity, resonance and communication skills is located at the base of the throat and related to the element .
6. Brow Chakra governing your power of imagination, visualization, and interpretation is located between the brows on the forehead and related to the element .
7. Root Chakra, also called the Base Chakra, is situated at the base of the spine. It is related to the element, which governs our overall health, security, and prosperity in life.
A concentrated mind working towards the achievement of synchronized movements of these seven Chakras in the body can truly bring incalculable rewards in ones life. The body, mind, and soul would become stress-free and youll emerge as a better-informed human being who can easily see the spiritual side to every materialistic possession in this world. One can also achieve natural healing for bodily and mental ailments just by bringing the seven energy centers in consonance with each other.
Chakra Meditation - The Process
Chakra Meditation, essentially, involves three steps or techniques:
1. Grounding Technique. As is evident from its name, the Grounding Technique makes your body feel connected with the Earth. The application of this technique is pretty simple. Just visualize a root growing from your body and entering into the Earth. Easier it may sound, but requires intense concentration and mental awareness while performing the Grounding Technique.
2. Centering Technique, which aims at preparing your body to receive the benefits of Chakra Meditation. Just take three to five deep breaths and visualize relaxation of every body part from toe to crown. In simple words, just tighten and relax each body part from toe to the crown, and then visualize the act of centering a pot on a pottery wheel.
3. Relaxation Technique, which is the final step in Chakra Meditation. There is no hard and fast rule to relax your body. Everyone has his or her own method of relaxation.
Here is a simple method of performing Chakra Meditation:
a) Sit or lie down in a position that is most comfortable for your body.
b) Close your eyes and loosen your clothing. The idea is to be in a natural state without any kind of artificial compulsion on the body and mind.
c) Breathe in a relaxed manner, which is neither too fast nor too slow. Let the breath come naturally!
d) Feel every part of your body from toe to the crown in that direction. Feel the earth you are lying on or the sofa you are seated on, feel the clothes you are wearing. Feel completely present with yourself and relaxed.
e) You may experience a wave of thoughts, fears, and every kind of emotion during this process. Dont avoid them! This represents the release of stress-related thoughts. With practice and regular exercise, these negative emotions and feelings will disappear.
f) Feel every subtle inner detail and let your awareness travel freely from one body part to the other.
Do this exercise for any length of time and at any time of the day.

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If you have experienced being broken hearted and finally decided to come out of your shell and realize that you are ready to meet and date new people, you must be very excited on going out with women again. However, after many years of hiding in your shell, you will find yourself feeling unnatural in going back to dating someone else. Its like you have forgotten how and what you should do when it comes to dating women, you can’t even recall and remember your first date and of course you want to make this time right.
You are probably afraid to screw up because you know that doing the dumbest thing on your date might ruin everything but believe it or not, there are many individuals that do dumb things on their first date and even experience to be slapped because of doing the dumbest thing on their first date. Don’t worry; you are not the only one who is afraid and worried about the actions and things that you should do on your date. In order to help you with this problem, you might want to consider taking this guideline in order to know and learn what you should not be doing on your date. Here are the 12 dumbest things not to do on a date.
Dumbest thing 1: You should not be late
It is very important that you arrive right on time for your date, if possible be there ahead of the time. You should keep in mind that the first impression lasts. Arriving on time is also one best key to have a successful date because arriving on time will give you more time to familiarize yourself with the place where you and your date are set to meet. On the other hand, if you arrive late on your date, your date might think that you are lazy and doesn’t know how to manage your time.
Dumbest thing 2: Avoid being touchy
It is true that there are people who are very touchy but this is not a good idea especially on your first date, don’t touch unless your date initiates because if you do, your date might think that you’re a maniac and you might end up being sued for sexual harassment. Be sure to behave well especially on your first date.
Dumbest thing 3: Never stare
Yes it is true; most men have difficulty in maintaining eye contact because of distraction or simply because you are bored on your date. Keeping an eye contact with your date will allow your date to think that you are interested in what your date is saying or she might think that you find her very attractive.
Dumbest thing 4: Disgusting jokes
Being funny is a good idea but trying hard to be funny is not helpful because your date might think that you are acting like a standup comedian.
Dumbest thing 5: Mind your own business
It is very important that you concentrate on your date because this will help you a lot to get a successful date. Nurse all your distractions. Make sure to pay attention to what your date is doing and saying.
Dumbest thing 6: Don’t be cheap
Taking your date on a cheap restaurant or place is one of the reasons why women get turned off. You should impress your date; you might want to consider bringing her on a 5 star restaurant and might want to consider some alternative places that are affordable but will allow you to have a great experience.
Dumbest thing 7: Not talking to your date
As you know, dating women is part of getting to know each other like finding out more about your date’s personality. If you are not going to talk, you will ruin your date entirely.
Dumbest thing 8: Too much curiosity
Talking to your date is very important when dating women but you should avoid offensive questions. If you open up such offensive topics, your date might leave you.
Dumbest 9: Don’t drink too much
If you drink too much on your date, you might say something that you never intended and this might cause you to loose your date so be sure to drink a little alcohol.
Dumbest thing 10: Don’t spend the entire day with your date
Dating is not about spending your whole day on your date. This is just a matter of knowing each other but it is not recommended that you occupy the whole day of your date because you might get tired of each other.
Dumbest thing 11: Taking your date to a place that doesn’t fit your budget.
It is very important that you have enough budget for your date. You don’t want ending up asking for your date’s share or asking your date to lend you some money.
Dumbest thing 12: Coming too strong
When dating women, you don’t need to have a very strong personality. Most women get pissed off with men who are boastful about themselves. Impressing women is not about your personality, it’s about how you see them and appreciate them.

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It's quiet in this room here with you. I run my hand up that familiar path on that big wide nose, tracing along the quirky eyeliner back down to your beauty mark of a whisker nestled in a face that's gotten downright grizzled over the years. I brush away a few extra tears that have pooled on that wrinkly forehead before kissing it one more time as I try to make my fingers loosen their grip on your scruff.

I rub that ol' ear with its missing tip and whisper into it again, "good dog, that's my good boy" as I gently shift your head from my lap and relive for the countless time this morning, the night I found you.

"I'm an Akita," Joan says, crouching next to you, one hand on your collar, the other braced against the ground, as if needing support from the shock.

I stare from her to the girl and back to you. "Not a Shepherd...not a Lab", I can only repeat quietly from where I've stopped 6 feet away.

"Those white feet, that white tail tip, and look at the eyes" Joan pauses her recital of your Akita-ness to put a hand on your muzzle and force your mouth open. "I'm about 7" she announces.

I move closer and you glance at me briefly before focusing your gaze on the distant foothills, letting your attention snap to running children and barking dogs when they fly near, playing in this park. There is no sudden lightning bolt, no shaft of sunlight illuminating the way, not even a tail wag from you. There's just an understanding. This is it, your last chance.

The girl finally speaks, "I call him Cor-ey, because I hate that name....I figured I wouldn't want to keep him around if I named him something I hated. Cor-ey."

Joan stands and looks at me and that word still hangs in the air. Akita

The girl knows something is wrong and she looks from Joan to me, words running over themselves as if by talking fast, she can reverse the verdict. The one she gave you. "I found him walking my dogs on Harrison Boulevard. He's really nice. I put posters up but no one called. It's just, I have three dogs already and we can't keep four. Especially one this big. And..."

"And he sent one to the vet today," Joan finishes. The phone call from Joan earlier that day plays back in my head. Are you still looking for a playmate for Nikkia? I got a call today from a girl who has a stray no one's claimed. It's a Shepherd mix, maybe Lab/Shepherd. Male. Gets along with other dogs ok but I guess they left them unattended in the back yard and he bit their Jack Russell male, it's at the emergency vet right now. I'm meeting her at Camel's Back in a few hours if you want to come. The bite is worrying but we don't know the circumstances...I agree, Jack's usually deserve it.

I look back down at where you're still sitting, watching the distant foothills, aloof but not oblivious to the three women standing here, deciding your fate. There's a long silence as I study you and Joan studies me and the girl shifts on her feet, knowing what will happen but not wanting to be the one responsible.

"I'll take him."

"Steph..."

"No Joan, we'll try it. I'll take him temporarily until we can find someone qualified. Besides," I look at her, "there is no one else. Not with a bite record."

On the drive back to my house, I follow Joan's truck and watch as one monster paw grips the wire door of the crate in the back. With no effort, five giant nails pull it inward until the door nearly breaks. What am I doing...

Nikkia was so desperate to play when she found you in the back yard. Joan stood with a shovel in one hand, ready to break up a fight but all you did was pace the perimeter of the yard, calmly moving around Nikkia when she pranced into your way.

When we moved inside, you walked right up to that old brown recliner and hiked your leg.

"Outside dog," Joan pronounced.

"But responsive to correction," I reply, letting you back in the house.

After 15 minutes, you were going into the crate on your own, with a belly full of cheese from the attempts to coax you.

That first night was hard on you. You had to learn what a refrigerator sounded like when it cycled on. And that the noises from the television weren't cause for alertness. And how to walk up stairs and settle in for the night on carpet and blankets.

Your first real test came a few days later when you got your first rawhide. I don't know how Nikkia knew it, you were in separate rooms, but when you got up and walked down the hall to the water dish - she darted in and ran with your bone. I've never been so frightened in my life. Watching the largest dog I've ever owned flying down the hall and tackling my precious DemonDog, pinning her against the wall in a blur of furred frenzy and roars. When I finally separated you, the blood was splattered on everything, including me, and Nikkia was missing a whisker. Not pulled out but completely ripped from her face, follicle and all, while you calmly walked back into the other room, bone in mouth, hackles still raised.

The trip to the emergency vet was mainly to soothe my nerves but standing at the counter with a stunned and shaking DemonDog, I felt my fingers slip from scratching an ear to sliding along her bare skull. You'd ripped her entire scalp open, the shock was so great she just hadn't started to bleed yet.

It was on my way back, leaving my heart behind at the vet to be sedated and operated on that I made the first call. I hated you, you had to go. Now. I called everyone I could think of when Akita rescue turned me down but I truly was the last chance, no one would take an Akita with a bite record. Two bites in less than a week, two dogs in the emergency vet to repair damage from those monster jaws.

I had to carry my drugged DemonDog into the house, half her head shaved and a gruesome zigzag of stitches holding her scalp together. She didn't fully regain consciousness all night, crawling away from where she urinated on the blankets because she couldn't use her hind legs and I slept on the couch because she couldn't navigate the stairs. You were barricaded in the other room, still aloof but finally starting to show some concern about your situation, whining to get in to where we were. Too late. I couldn't stand to look at you and the appointment was made for the following day.

It was Nikkia who saved your life that time. The next morning she awoke the same ol' DemonDog and before I could stop her, she leaped the gate and pounced you, licking your face and standing while you sniffed her stitches and whined an apology.

It took two weeks to find your name. Corey could never be used, not with a history of dislike behind it, so you spent a period of time as Gentle Ben until one day while discussing your possible mix, Dane just stuck. It was obvious and you responded almost immediately. Dane.

It took longer for you to stop responding to the sound of big diesel trucks roaring down the street. Based on your behaviors those first few months, I was able to piece together a little bit of guessed history. You were obviously cared for and fed but an outdoor only dog, furniture was a new experience for you and you were uncomfortable enclosed by walls and carpet. You responded eagerly to kids and loud trucks so we guessed you were owned by a man with kids in the house - partial custody? nieces/nephews?. Your ingrained drive to wander explained how you were found walking down Harrison Boulevard but not why your family didn't try to find you. Cared for but not loved.

It was difficult living with you. You had your moments of sweetness but were still so aloof and there was never a hesitation to assert your dominance, quickly and violently, whenever you thought it was in question. I still have the dent in one of my shoes when you tackled Nikkia in the backyard and all I had were my feet to break it up.

I've been trying to pin down when it happened, that transition from Tough Guy to Marshmallow. When did I notice it for the first time? Was it when we were walking in the park and you suddenly revealed your Stealthy Kid Kissing trick? You know, that one where you pretended to be oblivious to a 2-legger who was your height, while parents gripped tiny hands and pulled them closer as they neared the giant monster dog on the path. Waiting until they were just even with you before swinging that massive head over to swipe a tongue from neck to forehead without missing a step, tail wagging as you were rewarded with the surprised shriek of joy and cries of "Goggy!" you left in your wake. Or was it watching your big goofy grin as you were tackled by little ones who yanked ears and poked eyes and returned slobbery kisses with giggles and clapping hands?

Maybe it was watching you initiate play with dogs 1/10 your size, rolling onto your back and harming them only when a massive flailing paw gave them a concussion. Or taking you camping for the first time and realizing that a dog who'd spent his former life outdoors was suddenly disgusted he had to sit in the dirt. Or was it the first time you looked at me and gave me what would become your trademark sassy fucking "woo-woo"? The one I would hear every day for years, usually to the point of frustration so great I could only laugh as you sassed.

Gone were the days you sent dogs to the emergency vet, you quickly became my Mr. Manners, being dragged all over town (and even outside of town) to play with exuberant pups and teach them where the limits were. It was still scary, watching you put them in their place and I'm sure they (and their owners) thought they were about to die. But I'd watch my big ol' bear dog take down a naughty pup, pinning them to the ground, jaws wide and roaring until the saliva flecked their face and their yelps for mercy echoed through the neighborhood and I knew that you would never, ever put your teeth on them. It never took more than twice for a pup to learn how to behave properly and meeting those adult dogs now, I'm so proud of you.

I swore I would never love you as much as my cherished DemonDog. How could I? You were so big, so goofy, so...dumb. Watching her manipulate you so easily was almost as sad as it was funny. We've been remembering the day she showed you how to sneak behind the netting to walk the flowerbeds. The same flowerbeds that had been netted to keep you from eating tomatoes and trampling snapdragons. I still laugh thinking about your panic when discovered, blundering through the net and pulling stakes out like an ox when you saw me coming. Or how easily you fell for the fake squirrel trick, when she'd start the charge out the door and leave you staring at an empty tree long enough for her to prance in and get the cookie without any begging competition.

And I'll never forget the day she discovered and used your aversion to walking anywhere poop was, had been or might have been, to her advantage, until one morning I walked out to find you trapped on the cement. My irritation melted the moment I realized how absurd the entire situation was - me bodily hauling a 100 pound dog off the patio so he could relieve himself, all because she'd systematically relieved herself around the edges of the patio during the past week.

We laughed at your clumsy antics with a Kong. Shaking your head until you all but knocked yourself over and the coffee table with you. Long gone were the days you would cautiously pick your way around a sheet of wrapping paper spread on the floor before Christmas, people learned quickly to brace themselves when you came galloping up for a "tackle" during football.

Just like they learned that you not only could but would reach the table for a quick bite of whatever was unattended at the time. Like the first time I had to chase you down and retrieve a baked chicken carcass from your mouth. But they loved it. No one had met a dog who ate everything from carrots to eggplant, beetles to frozen peas. Food was always your weakness. How proud I was of you the night you managed to not only leave a treat during a sit/stay but leave a Cheetoh on your paw. Those big ol' bat ears would go into full airplane mode, the drool ribbons would touch the floor and those soulful eyes expressed such a deep suffering that it was hard not to hurt myself trying not to laugh. And still you'd sit and wait until the 'ok'.

You loved to make people happy. If it got a laugh, you'd do it over and over again, looking over with a grin to make sure we were still watching. How about that first Halloween party when you made the perfect cowboy? You bore the hat and gunbelt in pained airplane-eared silence until the first picture was taken. After that, I had to chase you down to take it off!

I think it was the quiet moments that made me love you so much. You'd sit beside me while I played, so close in fact it made me giggle whenever the bow thunked you in the side of the head. But you wouldn't move, I had to twist around to avoid you until you'd finally flop down and put your head on my foot to sleep. Or all those mornings when you'd "sneak" up on the bed, pulling yourself up so quietly you thought you'd gotten away with something. As if the weight at the edge of the bed hadn't rolled me from my spot in the middle until we were pressed up together, my arm around your neck, your head on my pillow, groaning whenever I tried to steal the covers back.

All those times when life was too much and I'd retreat to a corner to sit and try to hold myself together. I'd hear the slow, steady padding of those huge feet and feel the floor shake as you sat down beside me offering a steady shoulder to cry on and a neck to cling to. When it was over, you'd gently rear back and plant a warm steady kiss on my forehead telling me I wasn't alone, I had you.

Oh Daney, the tears have been falling for 24 hours until my cheeks are stinging and you're still trying to comfort me, sharing a few small kisses between your labored pants. Still resting your head on my lap as I smooth that wrinkly forehead and whisper how much I love you, over and over throughout the night. At 3am, I wake from my doze on the floor and find you standing just to breathe, watching me, and I know. It's time to let you go.

You get nothing but cookies for breakfast and even though your back legs failed you three times during the night, Nikkia still manages to lead you on one last squirrel-chasing charge to the fence. I let you put your entire head out the window on the drive and smile through the tears as a carload of teenage boys pulls up alongside, pointing and calling at you. The monster dog is still making friends. Like all the people from yesterday, when the last emergency vet tech brought you back from the biopsy procedure, her scrubs covered from knee to neck in Daney fur, her eyes watering as she told you what a sweetheart you were, making friends all over back there.

The vet's office is empty when we walk in, the appointment was arranged so that we would have quiet, and the receptionist starts crying when she sees you. She shows us into the same room we were in yesterday, when you shoved your head onto the counter for treat jar and kissed the vet when his voice cracked while he took a moment to fight back the tears after giving me the 2nd opinion. I leave you there and come back with your blanket, the blue one you chewed on so many years ago.

Both of them are crying when they come in and it's hard to get you to lie down. You can no longer breathe due to the fluid but you drape yourself across my lap and lean that massive head on my knee anyway. I wrap my arm around your neck and whisper over and over what a good boy you are as the vet shaves your leg and inserts the needle. You were going before they started, but soon those lungs stop laboring so hard and I feel you relax. It's hard to see through the tears but I can feel the tech's fingers as he strokes your side where I've got one hand clenched into your beautiful golden fur. They're trying so hard to be quiet but I can hear the vet sniffing as the tears fall faster than the fluid he's slowly pushing into your vein.

I know you're gone long before the syringe is empty but still I tell you how much I love you and plant kisses in that big ol' bat ear even after the needle is removed. I watch the vet as he listens for a heartbeat that isn't there and slowly unbuckles your collar before giving you one last pat and leaving the room.

I fully break then for the first time in 24 hours, sobbing into your bare neck, clutching your lifeless paw. My poor sweet Boober, you were supposed to be here for years, not gone within a day.

I stay until those big ol' bat ears are cold - the one with its missing tip, the other with its little bump that must have been from a fight long ago - pressing my face into that side that will never again be a golden pillow on the sunlit deck and kissing that tell-tale white tip of an Akita tail. I press one more 'pooches smooches' onto your beautiful face and leave you sleeping, finally, peacefully on your blanket.

This tiny house is way too big without you in it. I'm still looking over the edge of the couch before putting my feet down and waiting at the back door for two dogs to come in. I catch myself listening for the lazy jingle of tags from the bedroom, where apparently the water in that dish is always better. Nikkia has been stopping mid-dash and searching for you. She refuses to eat the first scoop of food, following me through the house barking until I dump out her dish and put the second scoop in. The first was always yours, twice a day, for five years. It's hard at night and in the morning, before it has a chance to come back and I'm still waiting for that grizzled whiskery face to swipe my hand with a monster tongue kiss.

The tears still seep without any warning, just when I think I've got it under control, I see a puff of golden fuzz float across the floor or automatically prepare to navigate past a monster dog who isn't standing guard outside the bathroom door. I look at the plants growing on the deck and realize that this will be the first year I don't have to race the Tomato Bandito to the ripe ones. I planted three this year just to make sure I'd get at least one tomato first. I think about the party I was planning and can't imagine how I will ever have a BBQ again without you there, the center of attention and stuffed full of bratwurst from sympathetic suckers.

I know we'll make it and I know the pain will fade but I had no idea how big you made my life until you left it Daney. Thank you for the years you gave me and the monster love you packed into them. Such a good dog, that's my good boy.

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