. . . and let it go. I’ve been reading a couple of threads on two different knitting forums that have admittedly raised my hackles a bit. I’m not the type to jump into the fray, expound on my opinion, and get into an argument, but I can’t help having some strong feelings about what I’m reading. More about that […]
Here’s the special post I promised. This is from an email that was forwarded to me recently. Not my photos, but I thought it was important to share. Enjoy! The story begins with the rescuers finding this poor little guy they named Ralphie. Someone had already taken him under their wing but weren’t equipped to adopt; Ralphie, scared and starved, […]
The following paragraphs were originally posted on 31 March and 19 May 2008: Spring is arriving little by little, and that means, for one thing, more sunny days for my dogs to enjoy outdoors. Gabby especially is a sun bather; I think that’s a definite characteristic of pit bulls. Every pit bull I’ve been lucky enough to share my life with has shown an absolute genius for locating the most comfortable spot in the yard for lounging and soaking up as much sun as possible. Sometimes it seems the only thing that gets a bull dog through the shivery cold winter is a stubborn hope that the sun will come back, just for her. On cloudy days Gabby will stare at me as if to say, “Well? What did you do with my sunshine?” The first even-slightly-warm day of the year is her opportunity to find her spot and stay there until she’s overheated and panting. And then nothing pleases her more than trudging back inside the house for a nice, long, cold drink of water — and right back out the door to do it all again. 19/5/08: I keep seeing images of the Eiffel Tower today! I’m watching part of Project Runway (third season), and of course I watched part of the Giro d’Italia on Versus yesterday, so I’m very much in mind of the Tour de France coming up oh so soon and the possibility of my […]
The following was originally posted on 28 February, 2008, in my old blog: The first thing I saw this morning when I opened my eyes was the youngest of our three dogs, Pinkie, staggering around the house, barely able to walk, let alone stand. She was clearly in distress; she wanted to go outside to do her business but could barely manage. I panicked of course — my first thought was that she’d had a stroke and that we were going to have to euthanize her. She’s 12 – 1/2 years old, but all of our dogs are in surprisingly good health for their ages, and the thought of losing even one of them . . . well, we don’t have kids, but our dogs are a major part of our family and always have been. I phoned the vet and made an appointment for her, then I got her to lie down and rest until it was time to leave. In the meantime I had read on the internet something that reassured me — it said that even when a dog does have a stroke, they can usually recover and deal with it better than we humans can. So, okay, not necessarily a death sentence, I can deal with this. Of course I was also doing some praying. By the time we got to the vet (which is only about five blocks from our house) Pinkie was walking perfectly […]