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In case you didn’t see my posting on Facebook

In case you didn’t see this posting when I put it on Facebook, I’m repeating it here because my heart is still smiling from it.

Here’s what’s so wonderful about living in Alaska and even more wonderful about having lived in Bush Alaska. I got a letter in the mail today from my Vet Clinic, College Village Animal Clinic. I go there because Dr. Basler used to be a vet in Barrow and when I got here, I knew I trusted him. Apparently an old Barrow friend, Jeslie, brought his pets to the clinic while here in town. And, because

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The Fearsome(albeit loving) Threesome

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My Aunt Adeline who taught me that no “handicap” should ever hold you back.

My Aunt Ida, my godmother, who taught me how to be the best godmother possible.

My mother, who was one of the strongest women I have ever known which is probably why we fought so hard.

With them showing us (my siblings, my cousins) how to live, we had no choice but to turn out well. We were scared not to.

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A warning to older women

Feeling hormonal surges when you see Gibbs on TV? Or when you see an old boyfriend, you know, the one that got away? Well, just be careful. Those hormones caused all of us to make some of the most disastrous decisions of our lives. Just because we’ve gotten older doesn’t mean our hormones have gotten wiser.

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The silence has been broken

I grew up in an era when you did not say anything if someone lit up a cigarette in your house.  In fact, ashtrays were a ubiquitous part of the furnishings of just about every home I ever entered, whether the homeowners indulged or not. Smoking was a socially acceptable norm.

This all changed, not because laws were instituted that forbade smoking in public places, but because those laws followed an attitudinal change that empowered people to protest being forced to inhale the noxious fumes of someone else’s exhales. The laws we now accept as the norm that ban smoking

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First day at the pool continued

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Against all odds, they learned how to swim from one end of the pool to the other. Allowing themselves to be blown dry was a totally different issue. They were so outta there.

Want your dog to enjoy the same fun on those cold days when walking is so hard for them. Go to Alaska K9 Aquatics on W. International Airport Road. Call 677-7946 for details, prices and an appointment.

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First day at the pool

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Their first day at the pool begins with hugs of reassurance that no one will ever leave them alone to sink or swim. It is followed by a discussion among the affected parties as to how much they will poop in mom’s bed that night to show their appreciation for this interesting experience.

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Falling back

Would someone please come and explain this concept of daylight savings time and turning the clock back an hour to my birds and dogs. They apparently don’t quite grasp it. I stayed up an extra hour on Saturday night to revel in the change. They got up an extra hour earlier on Sunday morning, totally unimpressed with the concept of magically changing time based on government fiat. Perhaps they’ve followed the government’s recent debacles and figured they shouldn’t pay attention to anything it tries to do.

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I know I shouldn’t but…

Is there anything more fun than handing out treats to your dogs that they really don’t like but not a one of them is going to pass it up for fear the others will have the advantage. They stand there with the treat in their mouths, each eying the other and then go hide it. It will reappear at some point during my annual deep cleaning ritual when I’m willing to look into the dark spaces.

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