No two finer dogs were there ever!!! Except for what they did!!!
Now, you probably know the real story, from Roman Mythology, about the original founders of Rome, Italy, and how, they were, as abandoned babies, taken in by a “She Wolf” and raised to adulthood! She suckled them and raised them as her own. Then, as grown men, they went out into the big world and started a new home around and in the seven hills of their homeland. This “Seven Hills” area would later come to be known as Rome or Roma, as the Italians call it, after the surviving son Romulous, supossedly , killed Remus, and the rest is history!
When I was in high school, I had the privilege to study Latin for two years. I had a grand old dame of a teacher named “Speedy” by nickname, Mrs Warren, bless her heart, who was quiet elderly, we thought, who taught us yearlings, less than impeccable Latin! But she tried hard and we tried hard (???) and we loved her dearly, as our most renowned devotee to this long ago forgotten language. We had a “Latin Club” and periodically staged our own “Gladiatorial Fights” in the football stadium, replete with period clothing, togas, weapons, robes, etc., and once my brother, Gordon, even built a “Roman Chariot” which we pulled with our own horse,” Deacon!” We were all, sort of heroes to the school by then!
And once, as a Latin Club Project, an artist friend (boy), Jerry Brown Armstrong and I (also an artist), did as our project, an oil painting, approximately two by three feet, of the “Assassination of Julius Caesar,” at the foot of the Statue of Pompey, in the Senate of Rome! It was a pretty good, and gruesome painting, of the actual stabbing of Caesar by all the assassins including his good friend (???) Brutus! Hence, “Et tu Brute!?!” We got a big “A+!”
Well, back to Latin, you know it is the “Mother Language” of the main five Romance Languages, Spanish (410 million), Portuguese (215 million), French (80 million), Italian (60 million), Romanian (25 million). (Google Search) English, is actually classified as a Germanic Language, although most of the “big” words are Latin derived! e.g. Exit – to go out of!
Back to Romulous and Remus! They were good dogs! They were the puppies I raised from my Saint Bernard Momma named “Gertrude,” really! No Latin there! Knowing what I know about puppies and dogs, I was careful to NOT just let them go, out on their own! Because I had heard too many “horror” stories about dogs just running away and never coming back, for one reason or another. (See the very funny movie, “Funny Farm,” with Chevy Chase) So, I always kept them both on a leash when I was handling and training them. They were young and powerful and were going to be stupendous specimens of the canine family when they grew up!!! I was so proud of them! I had never, taken quiet the interest, in puppies like this before, but this time, these were going to be “MY DOGS!” NONT!
The sun was shinning that day and everything was beautiful! I had finally decided to give my dogs the ultimate training exercise by setting them free in the back yard to run and run and run, freely and unencumbered by leashes and restraints! Big mistake!
I released them – they went running “Wild” like two crazy animals, over and around and back and forth, and over and around, and back and forth, and out and back, and out and back, and out …………. presumedly to the woods (oh no, oh my) not the woods – we only had a few hundred acres we adjoined – maybe a few thousand actually! And low and behold, I never saw them again!!! Ever!!!
Lost, unaccounted for, demised, whatever, I do not know, to this day! The great little dogs, which I had such high hopes for, which had such tremendous promise, were gone, never to come back. I was so disappointed, so devastated, so lost in my recollections about what had happened!!! I don’t know! I just don’t know!
I tell you this story because it was one very important to me. I learned some kind of lesson. I am not sure exactly what, but, I learned that things do not always turn out the way you mean for them to! For me, it was a “Life Lesson!” So when something like this happens to you, don’t be so surprised! I don’t blame the dogs, I hold myself responsible!
I needed to be on a leash myself! So much for Romulous and Remus! Good Bye!!!
Latin, though, is still held, by me,
in high esteem!