No matter how many filled water bowls I have strewn throughout the house, my dogs will go out of their way to drink from the one in my bathroom. Since they are too small to drink out of the toilet bowl, maybe this is their homage to the fountain from which they truly wish to drink.
Trying to arm tteachers is sheer idiocy
So let me see if I have this straight. Over the past couple of years there has been a sustained hue and cry from fiscal conservatives and Tea Party aficionados about how teachers are overpaid, their jobs are overprotected, their benefits are over the top and their performance doesn’t warrant any of the above. Yet we would now like this same group of apparently very dysfunctional people to not only be teachers, social workers, nutritionists, counselors, tutors and recess monitors, but also sharpshooters so as to kill – or reasonably maim – anyone showing up in their school with the
A plea for red meat
If you live in Anchorage or the Anchorage Bowl area and have any old red meat that is taking up space in your freezer, Bird TLC desperately needs some for its Golden Eagle and some wonderful but thin corvids who need lots of protein. There is a box outside of our facility where you can drop off fish and meat at any time. Go to birdtlc.net and you can find our address.
Thanks.
The look of pure innocence
I finished scrubbing out birdcages and fed the birds. The dogs were downstairs in the office with the door closed. It’s just easier to not have two dogs and three parrots trying to get at each other during bath time so the dogs get on their bed in the office with a treat and are happy. Before I came down to let them out, I cut up their hotdog for dinner and put half in each day as is our routine. Then I came downstairs and opened the office door and got on the computer and forgot about the dogs.
Really, BuddaBubba?
I know I’m not the best singer in the world but seriously, my singing along to Pat Boone’s Young Love does not warrant her jumping out of my arms and running into the next room in horror. Is she had hands, she would have been holding them over her ears. And all I was trying to do was sing her a love song…
Why I’m proud to be an Alaskan
Because until very recently there was a business in Fairbanks called Art, Arms and Ammo. It unfortunately ran into some difficulty when the owner was arrested for allegedly hiring someone to kill someone else.
But that should not detract from the whimsy and poetry of the name. I would have loved to have seen the Art.
Oops!
Been doing this for twelve years and this is the first time I didn’t have an entry in by early morning. Old age is a true bitch.
One of the joys of being fat
You have hard, thick bones that don’t break easily. Thank god. If you live in Alaska during the winter, this is an especially important protective mechanism. Though sanding the driveway would probably make more sense.
The mentally ill as scapegoats
I followed the saga of Schaeffer Cox and Lonnie and Karen Vernon as it played out from pleadings to trials to sentencing. It was a story that had something for everyone, from the Joe Miller/DropZone/undercover informant angle to the rather bizarre 2-4-1 formula of vengeance.
Their story is a depressingly familiar one. Slightly paranoid personality with good sales pitch pulls in slightly dim followers on a path that only they could not see was going to lead to total destruction – except they were the ones destroyed, not the government.
What was sad was that this case once again brought
Given
Given that at night my dogs can go for 12 hours without needing to go outside to relieve themselves, I have to assume the messes I find on my carpet when I return from even the briefest of car rides without them are more a statement of attitude than necessity.