Paterno and Pets

Joe Paterno was a great football coach that made a horrendous mistake. He is dead and can no longer defend his actions or answer our questions. I must say I am appalled by the witch hunt that has started around him since the very beginning. Within the first week, we saw a former Pittsburgh Steeler booted from a community service organization simply because he voiced support for his former coach. This was just after Mr. Paterno was fired. His  name was also removed from a trophy around the same time. Now, some people are calling for his statue, his name, and his image to be removed from Happy Valley and the Penn State main campus. I think people have forgotten that he was human, and humans make grave mistakes in judgement all the time. What happened to those young boys was and is criminal. Those involved should and will be punished to the fullest extent of the law. However, this attempt to remove Mr. Paterno from the Penn State consciousness is a form of censorship we have not seen in a long time .I can only compare it to the removal of communist party members and leaders who fell from favor in the Cold War. We cannot and should not strike the man's achievements from being remembered. He was the head coach for a long time, and he did influence and guide his players, many of whom have become successes on and off the field. He is a part of the Penn State story. In my opinion we should not remove his statue and name from the campus. We should learn from his mistakes, remembering both his football legacy and his fall from grace.

On the pet front, Peanut woke me up around 2:30am today not to go outside, but to inform me that she was hungry and could not find any food. Lovely. She went from dish to dish to show me their emptiness. Now, before anyone thinks I do not feed my pets, let me say that Princess Peanut is a fifteen year old baby girl who has always lived for food and treats in any form. (Some, of which, were disgusting but very dog like.) She has become a tad overweight due to my inability to walk her the last year or two. I could barely walk myself. Peanut did eventually go outside to get a treat, and we all went back to bed. This morning around 6am she was up and showing me all the empty dishes once more. She is now happily napping in her bed, having had breakfast. People, I sometimes wonder who is in control around here. Chalk this up as a win for team canine.