What? Another blogger with the same title? Oh no, how can that be? And I thought I was so creative!
Isn't it funny how no idea is really original, we just think in our limited experience that we are the only one who thinks of something? I was recently discussing with some of my teen patrons Native American legends centered around a "lover's leap" and/or a forbidden love. We have at least two such stories in Alabama: Nocalula Falls and Chewacla Creek. But such stories abound in every culture. I mentioned Romeo and Juliet. They didn't get the connection with Twilight until I explained it.
The Chewacla Story
Once upon a time there was a lovely young Creek maiden named Luwena. Her father was the mighty Chief Red Coat and they lived in a village in what is now Auburn, Alabama. Lowena fell in love with one of her father's best braves, handsome young Chewacla. Chewacla could run faster than any of the other young braves. He could hunt and killed the biggest bears and bucks. He was able to fight harder than any of the other young men and so they all respected him.
One day Chief Red Coat summoned Luwena and announced that he had made a marriage arrangement with a powerful chief from another village. Luwena was to be married the next week! Luwena pleaded with her father but he stood firm. Heartbroken she ran to find Chewacla. He urged her to continue to speak to her father and he himself pleaded with Chief Red Coat. But the Chief was concerned only about the deal he had made and refused Chewacla's request.
On the morning of the marriage Luwena was dressed in her best white doeskin dress. Her hair was braided with beads and feathers. On her feet were a beautiful new pair of soft moccasins. Once more she pleaded with her father, but to no avail. Sadly she walked into the woods to meet Chewacla near a creek where they had sworn their eternal love to one another. Chewacla saw Luwena approaching and knew by her face that all was lost. Together they walked to the top of a cliff where the water dropped to a pool below. Embracing they fell together into the dark water believing it was better to die together than to live apart. Today that creek is called Chewacla and there is a state park there.
But back to the issue of "Cookies for Dogs". I guess I'm not the only person who spoils her dogs and gives them "cookies". Well, at least I'm in good company!