Found: A Cat?
Every now and then, a good laugh comes through e-mail that’s worthy of sharing. Here is one such a chuckle.
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Life
A Chef Questions Her Efforts
I don’t know, but I’m thinking. I just made tomorrow’s dinner tonight for the FDSP. That’s because I need to get home and feed them and scram to a new dog class as soon as I get home. No minutes to waste. What bothers me is I work hard to make dinner for my babies, and when I was looking at the directions on how long to cook the macaroni, I laid the bag on top of the burner I’d just boiled water on for tea. I don’t know why, but I did. Well, the next thing that happened was the plastic bag melted and macaronis fell from the sky. Go figure. Dogs were dive bombing to eat these morsels faster than mosquitoes on a sleeping target. So why do I bother cooking the macaroni? Why not just put them in the bowl with the cheese and forget about boiling the veggies, too. Just chuck them in there as a frozen topping.
Why not? Well, I thought about that and came up with the answer. Because Baby, the Diva, would not go for that, that’s why. And she’s the Queen Mother.
She’s the reason Fort Doberdale exists. So I will continue being the FDSP Chef and cook the food unless the Queen Mother wants a raw chicken or turkey wing for a snack.
Visuals
This boy was in a Georgia shelter. He looks so much like my Aussie, Annie. I was torn between trying to get him and the distance between us. He was on the Walton, Georgia site for several weeks, and I thought someone would adopt him. He came in with a Dobie, who was adopted. I was sure there would be a last call in an e-mail or something amazing like that to let me know he had no more time and needed help. There wasn’t. The last week I checked for him, he was gone. I called the shelter and found out the worst. He was put to sleep. The only solace I have was that they use the needle instead of that horrific gas chamber. He is one of the many that will haunt me forever.
I will make note here that shortly after suffering a broken heart from the loss of this boy, I found Raven in a shelter. I thought Raven may have been the reason of my stalling due to false hope to help that boy. Someday I’ll know.
This was Raven’s mug shot released on the net.
These are some cartoons and pictures I got through e-mail that made me smile.
Speaking of smiles, this is such a fantastic moment to have caught in a snap shot. I wish I had taken it, but I’m glad whoever did, shared it with the rest of us.
I certainly can’t have one of these characters in and amongst the Fort Doberdale Squirrel Posse, but I do enjoy their classic independent, haughty and inquisitive nature.
This was a pair of Doberkids listed on a website at my local shelter. Thankfully, they were picked up by their owners, according to the shelter personnel. Just looking at them makes me laugh. They are surely a pair of comics.
If you ever need a map of the USA, here’s one.
And one of our fair state, county-by-county.
I saved this picture from an article I’d read about Mitt Romney putting his Irish Setter in a crate after attaching crate to the roof of his family station wagon then taking off with the dog inside on a vacation. The drive went on for hours, and even though that poor dog had lost control of his bowels from fright, when Mit found excrement in the crate, did that stop him from putting that poor dog back in the same inhumane predicament for the ride home? No! Any idiot that treats family like that is not fit to lead any country. He lacks a heaping load of common sense for one thing and compassion for another.
Here’s an excerpt.
The incident: dog excrement found on the roof and windows of the Romney station wagon. How it got there: Romney strapped a dog carrier — with the family dog Seamus, an Irish Setter, in it — to the roof of the family station wagon for a twelve hour drive from Boston to Ontario, which the family apparently completed, despite Seamus’s rather visceral protest.
Massachusetts’s animal cruelty laws specifically prohibit anyone from carrying an animal “in or upon a vehicle, or otherwise, in an unnecessarily cruel or inhuman manner or in a way and manner which might endanger the animal carried thereon.” An officer for the Massachusetts Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals responded to a description of the situation saying “it’s definitely something I’d want to check out.” The officer, Nadia Branca, declined to give a definitive opinion on whether Romney broke the law but did note that it’s against state law to have a dog in an open bed of a pick-up truck, and “if the dog was being carried in a way that endangers it, that would be illegal.” And while it appears that the statute of limitations has probably passed, Stacey Wolf, attorney and legislative director for the ASPCA, said “even if it turns out to not be against the law at the time, in the district, we’d hope that people would use common sense…Any manner of transporting a dog that places the animal in serious danger is something that we’d think is inappropriate…I can’t speak to the accuracy of the case, but it raises concerns about the judgment used in this particular situation.”
Here is a picture of chihuahua who had been punched many times by her vet because she would not be still for him to treat her. Obviously the owner wasn’t around, but luckily an employee spilled the beans on this vet. He had been known for cruelty before, and shouldn’t be in this field, but rather should be in jail.
How sweet this male cardinal is to his little cardinal mate.
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Starting week #5 of 2008
We had a bit of a foggy morning last week. I am usually groggy and blurry eyed when I wake up, but this scene really threw me!
We grew a sunflower. I think it was a gift from the birds. I do.
Foggy weather and sunflowers don’t stop Leissl from getting the job done, though. She’s one of Fort Doberdale’s, if not the world’s, best destuffers.
Today was ear cleaning day at Fort Doberdale. Everyone got an ear wash of 2/3 water, 1/3 vinegar, and plenty of wash cloths to wipe out the Doberdirt. Of course, the most important part of the whole ritual are the dog treats.
In this case, animal crackers. Yum!
Luigi’s favorite! (OK, anything food is Luigi’s favorite.)
Of course, after a good ear cleaning and cookies, what could be better than some coffee grounds? I put some old grounds that are flavored and sweet smelling on top of the Verawood roots for fertilizer. Nothing sweet smelling gets past the schnauzola on Luigi and his little sidekick, Raven.
The Buddha Dog gave me the wisdom to soak down the grounds, which stopped all interest in them immediately. That Buddha Dog is a wise ol’ sage.
When the sun went down, Lilian stopped in her tracks as part of the Fort Doberdale Squirrel Posse, and took note of an alien among us. (Even more important is maintaining possession of the coveted blue Cuz ball.)
What we find are the answers to a couple of questions. Who is gnawing holes in the neighbor’s papayas? Where have all the rats gone?
Eeegads!
Regis isn’t feeling too well tonight. He must have gotten too rowdy today as his well-worn bones and paws were tired of holding him up by day’s end. He got his dinner served to him on his princely cushion and he was quite appreciative of that. He dined well, and decided to call it an early night and has been napping since.
Baby, the DoberDiva, has something on her mind. We will have to wait to find out what that is.
Have a great week!
Week 4 Round-Up
Looks like we are already wrapping up week four of year two thousand and eight.
My computer is ill, and though I’ve been working off the clock to fix it, it ain’t happening. So I’ll be going to plan B next week. That’s why my posts haven’t been regular, and won’t be until I get this contraption and the havoc it’s left behind repaired.
Speaking of havoc, I had to spend two days in court last week as a potential juror. The trial for which I got picked as the potential juror was a heavy duty civil suit. The attorneys have it listed on their website, so I suppose it is all right to post the link to it here. Isham vs. City of Fort Lauderdale. I was excused due to cause.
This morning Raven was playing fast and furious after having ate her Wheaties an hour earlier. She came up behind Lilian, grabbed the yellow Tuffies ring which was in her mouth, and Lilian didn’t let go. Instead, Raven swung around like a tether ball, having the great fortune of slamming into my shin, which stopped the sonic boom that was about to occur due to the velocity at which she was traveling and prevented her from flying to the moon. My leg, however, has a bruise the size of Raven’s sharp elbow and has grown a silver dollar sized lump to make the blues and blacks of my new temporary tattoo stand out that much more. She’s still true to form.
Earlier in the week, there was some activity in one of my prized potted plants. Bouchard and Annie spotted a snail. The hunt was on. Nothing was caught, thank goodness. I hate having to make escargot.
Later on, The Queen Mother, Baby Diva, saw something through her Detective Diva gate spying slot. Whatever it was came and went so fast that none of us saw it, but the Diva, and she’s not talking.
Instead, she joined Annie and Bouchard in their snail hunt.
