Given the success of our ventures in Afghanistan and Iraq, I don’t see how there can be any doubt about the drums of war starting to push us into Iran.
I’ve said it before…
…and I’ll say it again. I should have married a vet. When Blondie went to her doctor to cross the Rainbow Bridge, her vet brought a homemade scone in for her and I got to feed it to her as we prepped her and her medicine for the final journey. She went out in mid-chew with a mouthful of food and a roomful of love. It’s the way I want to go… the food perhaps even more than the love.
How is it
How is it that I can mix a small pill into a delightful mash of sweet potatoes, canned (wholly organic, of course) dog food and fresh strips of turkey breast and find, after my dog had slurped it up like it was the last meal she’d ever be fed, that pill in pristine condition at the bottom of the bowl? How the hell do dogs do that?
It’s still a male dominated society
If it wasn’t,birth control coverage wouldn’t be getting debated. Coverage would be required. It’s the morality of covering Viagra that would be getting voted on in congress.
Over the Rainbow Bridge
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Now all her trails will be bright, beautiful and pain free. You were filled with love, Blondie. I can only hope I gave you all the love you deserved in return.
How do they do it?
As I sit here watching Blondie struggle with cancer, knowing there is nothing I can do but make her comfortable until she has to make the crossing over the Rainbow Bridge, I find myself wondering where parents find the strength to sit with a dying child, knowing there is nothing they can do to escape the sad ending. What courage they must have. I don’t think I could ever do that.
A friend of mine
A friend of my was concerned about a sick relative who was losing her house to an upside down mortgage problem who couldn’t even find out who owned her mortgage. And all I could think was that this friend’s relative should just relax because the Republican presidential nominees are taking care of all her spiritual and moral needs so that she won’t have to worry about the only home that really counts – the one in heaven. Until then, she should feel perfectly content living on the streets of this world knowing that her needs in the next have been
Where’s the Mary Grotto
An unknown someone has been sneaking lawn ornaments onto my sister’s lawn in an attempt to get her laughing during a particularly fun moment in her career. So far we have a dog, a pig and a rabbit.
I can only assume whoever is doing this is not Italian or we would already have a Mary Grotto in place complete with water.
C’mon, mystery person, get with the program.
You know you’ve crossed some sort of line when
You know you’ve crossed some sort of line when you insist that your dog wear her collar when she goes out of the house but you feel no concomitant need to wear a bra.
An explanation
Thanks to spammers who tried to crash this site, I no longer have a comment button available. Until such time as we can figure out how to keep them off the site, the comment button will be disabled as will the ability to sign up for my (mostly non-existent) mailing list mailings. I’m sorry about this because I did enjoy the feedback the comments supplied. But the spammers were relentless and had to be stopped.
Meanwhile, my crackerjack blog team is working on a fix. Stay tuned…. hmmm – or was it the pope exacting revenge?