Tuesday, June 3, 2014
June 3rd is Mighty Casey Struck
Out Day so Brutus is enjoying
our summer weather by playing
catch. Unfortunately, he had
to be told to take the ball
outdoors before someone (or
something in the library
Lots of fun is being planned
at the library this summer.
Right now the 100 Years, 100
Reads Challenge is going on
as well as a Catch the Gnome contest. The children's
summer reading program sign up has begun,and story
hours start next week. There will also be a
centennial celebration in Owosso on July 1st,
complete with cake & ice cream. Brutus hopes to
meet many of you at one of more of these events. In
the meanwhile, hereis the poem Brutus just
CASEY AT THE BAT
The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day: The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play, And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same, A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game. A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest Clung to the hope which springs eternal in the human breast; They thought, “If only Casey could but get a whack at that— We’d put up even money now, with Casey at the bat.” But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake, And the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake; So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat, For there seemed but little chance of Casey getting to the bat. But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all, And Blake, the much despisèd, tore the cover off the ball; And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred, There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third. Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell; It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell; It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat, For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat. There was ease in Casey’s manner as he stepped into his place; There was pride in Casey’s bearing and a smile lit Casey’s face. And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat, No stranger in the crowd could doubt ‘twas Casey at the bat. Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt; Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt; Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip, Defiance flashed in Casey’s eye, a sneer curled Casey’s lip. And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air, And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there. Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped— “That ain’t my style," said Casey. “Strike one!” the umpire said. From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar, Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore; “Kill him! Kill the umpire!” shouted someone on the stand; And it’s likely they’d have killed him had not Casey raised his hand. With a smile of Christian charity great Casey’s visage shone; He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on; He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew; But Casey still ignored it and the umpire said, “Strike two!” “Fraud!” cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered “Fraud!” But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed. They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain, And they knew that Casey wouldn’t let that ball go by again. The sneer is gone from Casey’s lip, his teeth are clenched in hate, He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate; And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go, And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey’s blow. Oh, somewhere in this favoured land the sun is shining bright, The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light; And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout, But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey has struck out.
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Saturday, April 5, 2014
Brutus has found the jar of jellybeans. Fortunately, he is unable to get a grip on the lid with either his paws or his mouth; but they sure smell good! You can help keep the jellybeans away from Brutus by entering the contest at the Owosso Branch. Whoever has the closest guess by National Jellybean Day (April 22nd) wins the jar of jellybeans. Since Brutus has trouble counting beyond 4 (because he runs out of paws), he probably won't be the winner.
Friday, March 21, 2014
Brutus learned about some libraries doing shelfies (an obvious take off on selfies) and wanted to do the same; but without a thumb he was having problems taking the pictures. After much whining, he convinced staff to take a shelfie of some of his favorite books (dealing with dogs, of course). As you might expect, he wanted to be in the picture, too. Since today is National Puppy Day, he wanted everyone to know that the library has some good dog tails; (his spelling needs some work, too. That should be tales rather than tails). For anyone thinking of adopting a puppy, there are also books on choosing and training a dog.
Brutus is hoping to highlight some additional titles (and shelves) in the future.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Here he is on a section of the original road which was brick. He had never ridden on a brick road before and was surprised to hear that there was one in Owosso. It was a little bumpy and had to be taken slowly. One section of the "highway" even included some turkey tracks.
Brutus and Burrow had a dog-gone good time. Brutus is now researching places to go in Michigan next year, and the library has lots of great resources for him--both books and the Internet. If anyone knows of a good trip for a dog (and maybe a friend or two), Brutus would love to hear about them.
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
The painting was the last step in the restoration after the roof repair last year and the plaster work last winter. The front entrance is being painted today, and the radiators are still in need of painting. All circulating materials are now available again, and it hoped that all the reference materials will be back in place and accessible by next week. The pages have been helping him put the books back in place as it is difficult to shelve items when you have to move them one at a time in your mouth.
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Friday, June 21, 2013
There's still five weeks let to complete a bingo (and even Brutus thinks that it's fairly easy); you only have to complete 5 tasks in a row. Pick up a sheet at Owosso's adult circulation desk or print one off our website (www.sdl.lib.mi.us). Anyone who completes a sheet may choose a free book.
None of Brutus's bones have been found yet. He buried four more today; there are also prizes for those who find a bone. Brutus wants everyone to join him in the summer fun at the library!
Friday, May 31, 2013
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Brutus is thankful for the nice weather we had earlier in the year when new eaves troughs were installed in Owosso. With all of this week's rain, he has been able to go in and out of the library without being drenched by the runoff from the roof. It takes a long time for his fur to dry, and no one seems to like the smell of a wet dog! (By the way, he was in no danger from the saw while he was playing on the eaves trough equipment; all of the workers were up on scaffolding near the roof.)
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Friday, December 7, 2012
He was amazed with how different each wreath was; yet they were all beautiful! His favorite was one with a purple bow. Part-time employee Chicaro was making one to use as a centerpiece so of course Brutus thought that he should be part of this, too. Instead of the candle or hurricane lamp, he demonstrated how he could grace her dining room table (and have first dibs on Christmas dinner). His only suggestion for improving this workshop was to have the cookie exchange at the same time. Both Harriet and Margaret nixed that idea due to the lack of space and the mess of pine needles and dirty hands. Brutus didn't see how that should be a consideration as he just grabs cookies with his mouth (and there would be more for him!) Humans can sure be party poopers at times.
Brutus and the library staff wish everyone a Merry Christmas!
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Brutus, when he wasn't stuffing himself with turkey last week, enjoyed the new book by Spencer Quinn. Quinn is one of his favorite authors (just like Thanksgiving is his favorite holiday) because Chet is a dog and also the narrator; and Quinn speaks fluent dog. Brutus was almost inspired to go chase murderers while reading this story, but a knife wielding character convinced him that there might be too much danger involved. For now he is going to content himself with his warm box in the library until he can sniff out another good book.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Brutus has been very busy the past few weeks trying to learn how to write with a pencil. Neither his paws or his mouth seem to work very well with computers or pencils. He is trying to prepare for Mardi Link's presentation on Sunday, December 9th in Owosso on writing your family history. He doesn't know much about his parents or siblings, but he'd like to be able tell more about some of his library adventures. He would also like to encourage all interested humans to preregister by December 6th to guarantee a space. He has heard that she is a very good presenter and has written an award winning book. As soon as he can get this doggone pencil to work, he'll begin working on his memoir which he intends to call Tail-Wagging Adventures in the Library. (Or maybe he should just find someone to whom to dictate his story and forget about the pencil).
Friday, October 12, 2012
Brutus is excited to celebrate Stephanie Plum's birthday today. He thinks that the books about her are very funny, but he does not want to be in her next car which blows up. He also suggests that she choose Morelli over Ranger because Morelli has a dog (which is a much better pet than Stephanie's hamster or Diesel's monkey). When he has finished celebrating, he plans to rustle up a pair of handcuffs (which seem to be sorely lacking in the library) and sniff out a fugitive.