Heavy is the head that wears the crown. Most especially when it's hot - - - too hot. The sun, the humidity. Thick grass that's just too deep and squishy to walk on. I won't sit, it's all too much work. Liver treats only? Labor Day and nary a bunting nor banner nor flag to be found. Is that twit of a security guard actually telling us off leash photos will not be allowed here? A commercial strip of green with a small pond framed by mature trees signaling civic pride is too private for us? Surely you jest. It's us. Onward, to another location. The audacity. Fountains will do, graced by the presence of Princess Pi. |
The princess is not pleased, find a super model. Home driver, I'm royalty.
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babies in July? yep. straight across from our front door. my, such a way with words. you had. the sound of your voice, the music of your language. your words will always sing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qhx33khHKEM (thank you Buckshot LeFonque) A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn and he names the sky his own But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. Misty said goodbye.
She suffered all day Friday and through the night. Then it was time to go; on a quiet and warm, sunny Saturday afternoon. Just like today. But, a year ago. 365 days I've missed Misty. Keep your eye on me magical Mistycal, keep watch.
A close-up of yourself, what's the impulse? How compelling can vanity be? What's the fascination?
Compassion, responsibility, empathy, caring about something beyond self-interest, let's send that 'face' out to the world. A shelter dog is a living, breathing message. A life in peril. A life saved. You know what they say about one picture. So I share these selfies, each snapshot a moment in time riding rescue's underground railroad. Picture that. Oh snap. Or, How Potential Tragedy Becomes An Educational Opportunity
George went missing in a cliched way, the pool man didn't close the gate quick enough. Poolmen and gardeners shouldn't have to deal with pets but accident's happen. And when they do, having 'dog friends' is a gift. Immediately Nikki and Paula began posting on Facebook and Craigslist, contacted the nearest shelter, put the word out to https://www.facebook.com/SimiMissingPets But everybody doesn't have dog-savvy pals. So here's a recovery campaign To Do list courtesy of http://www.ninjadogconcepts.com may you never have to use it!
* Family, Friends & Flyers - get out there right away, delegate someone to work the computer/phones * Multi-task Mission - search & flyer at the same time, fan out from immediate area to a 3-mile radius * Mobilize - Facebook, Twitter, email your flyer w/links to posts. social media's the only thing that can move faster than your dog * Other Sources - list on as many lost dog websites as possible. OliverAlert.com & Akekee.com are free. check lost & found ads on Craigslist and post one of your own. LostMyDoggie.com will call/flyer/send postcards * Make your car a moving billboard using dayglo color poster board * Sightings - when people call you get their name & phone number, have a piece of paper and write everything down because later you won't remember their answers to your questions * Someone's Closing In On Your Darling - move slow, calm, lure with food and gentle coaxing, do not chase; sudden grab's a last resort Flyin' down the Ventura Fwy; looked out my window, there it was, big as all get out, Happy Valentine's Day! I got off the 134 two exits early so I could pull over and snap this moment of unexpected happy. No, this heart wasn't meant for me but I claimed a smile and read a message into the blue chin up, keep your head to the sky.
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kathleen helmerBallot measure Yes on Prop 2 (confinement of chickens, pigs & veal calves) changed my life. Much of what you see on My Story Tails comes from that change. The People Have Spoken: YES! on Prop 2 - http://hsus.typepad.com/wayne/2008/11/prop2-victory.html
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