I have had dogs all my life. As a toddler, I was watched over by “Lassie”, then as a youngster “Lady and Chang” took her place. And as I grew up, there was always a sweet dog to talk to when I had secrets or life wasn’t going my way. After I married, it wasn’t long before “Peanuts”, an adorable female beagle came into our lives. We bred her and she had 13 puppies. Motherhood was more than she could handle and she disappeared just as her pups started weaning. We kept her pup “Ty”. He had to be relocated into a good home when unexpected layoffs forced us to move in with parents. I loved that little beagle. “Muffin”, a little maltese became my baby when my kids headed off to school. She died in my arms after chasing a cat very early one day. Devastated. In 1990 we bought my daughter a yorkie. She loved to swim and chase balls and was always full of energy, up until 2005, when my husband had the courage to have her put down. Now I have “Freckles”, a 10 yr old beagle and “Snickers” a 5 yr old “Morky”.
I have my hands full with these two. “Freck” will eat herself sick if we aren’t careful and “Snick” likes to tease “Freck” to come near his food, then chow down when she comes near. He can play all day and night, where she is a couch potato. Both love to run and eat dandelion puff balls.
I don’t need another dog, but these puppies are so damn cute and cuddly. Three of them have become my favorites, though I love each and every one. At 5 wks old, each has a personality all its own. “Chin” is a black female with just a spot of white on her chin. She likes to sleep in a corner with her head resting up the wall.
“Miss T” is also black, with a white ‘T’ on her chest. She like to sleep on the pee papers. “Bruiser” was the first brown pup of the litter. He was larger and bolder that all of them. Lord, I can’t resist his eyes. He like to crawl into dark spaces. “Daisy” is the smallest pup, but what she lacks in size, she makes up in playfulness. She loves to pounce on the other sleeping pups.
Most of my dogs have been kennel produced. Something I’m not proud of. Especially since “Snickers” was clearly the product of a puppy mill. I’m ashamed I allowed myself to support the mill, but so glad I rescued him from it.
“Maisey” the mom of the 11 new pups is a sweet, almost too submissive girl. She wags her tail constantly and seems so happy to have a good home. Father of these pups is unknown but I think there may be two. The dark pup have shorter ears, placed higher on their head. All have very fuzzy, medium length fur. The three tan pups resemble collies or shelties maybe, tri-colored with ears lower on their rounded heads.
I could use suggestions identifying possible breeds. I think momma is part retriever or lab.
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I’ve been going through a rough spell during the last few months. Isn’t it always the post-holiday season, winter cold, false spring starts that drag you down? Newly sprouted spring bulbs frozen in place by an unexpected cold snap, Christmas debt, flu-bugs, sometimes I wonder how anyone makes it through the doldrums of February and March. This year I received an unexpected lift. 11 to be exact. It sort of redefined life, mine especially. My daughter found a young female puppy cowering in traffic in the pouring rain. She called the police and pulled the dog to safety. After 5 days at the pound, ‘Maisey’ became part of her family. Vet checked her over and owner didn’t want this passive little girl, so Julie brought her home. Some short weeks later, a trip to the vet confirmed she was pregnant. Maisey underwent an ultrasound and was expecting 6 pups. In the early evening of February 21, Maisey made her nest in a closet and set out to birth her pups. Julie had tried to get her into a child’s swimming pool to present her babies, but Maisey had other ideas. The first pup was born about 6:00 PM. Myself and Pappa rushed through supper and drove the few miles so we could witness the remaining births. By our arrival, 3 pups had been whelped, and so we were privy to the birth of the next 3. A message awaited us when we arrived home, 3 more pups had been born during our short 15 minute trip home. It was now 9:30PM. Before 11PM, 2 more pups were born. 11 pups total, and one exhausted momma. My husband and I have been able to babysit on an almost daily basis. Walking momma dog, and seeing to the puppies feedings and cleaning has been a joy. Updates to come.
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so the time has come
to remove the dead and decaying that
has become useless and aged
that in its prime, bloomed brilliant
violet and orange
and brought kings to their knees
and princes to tears
as we kneel
we work our hands into
the soil and wonder
we may have taught
to do this chore next year,
someone with love and mom
and we understand
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for almost fifty years
the table has held testament
to the celebrations of family
and the love within
the table’s small stature
is disguised as a buffet
and belies it’s enormous heart
much like it’s original owner
mother bought the table
when she downsized to her little home
afraid there may be times that
her little kitchen wouldn’t hold us all
daughters and spouses and grandchildren
one by one
friends and family all welcome
to share the occasions of life
and service the table has given
Christmas’ and Easters
weddings and baby showers
birthdays and funerals
The table throws wide its secrets
to seat twelve
an amazing little piece
and as another Thanksgiving
draws to a close
I applaud the little table
and give thanks
for another great Thanksgiving
and the 3 generations it held
and pray it will hold our
generations to come
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First Prayer of the Continental Congress, 1774
O Lord our Heavenly Father, high and mighty King of kings,
And Lord of lords, who dost from thy throne behold all the dwellers on earth and
Reignest with power supreme and uncontrolled over all the Kingdoms, Empires and Governments;
Look down in mercy, we beseech Thee, on these our American States,
Who have fled to Thee from the rod of the oppressor and thrown themselves on Thy gracious protection,
Desiring to be henceforth dependent only on Thee.
To Thee have they appealed for the righteousness of their cause;
To Thee do they now look up for that countenance and support, which Thou alone canst give.
Take them, therefore, Heavenly Father, under Thy nurturing care;
Give them wisdom in Council and valor in the field; defeat the malicious designs of our cruel adversaries;
Convince them of the unrighteousness of their Cause and if they persist in their sanguinary purposes,
Of own unerring justice, sounding in their hearts, constrain them to drop the weapons of war from their unnerved hands in the day of battle!
Be Thou present, O God of wisdom, and direct the councils of this honorable assembly;
Enable them to settle things on the best and surest foundation.
That the scene of blood may be speedily closed; that order, harmony and peace may be effectually restored, and
Truth and justice, religion and piety, prevail and flourish amongst the people.
Preserve the health of their bodies and vigor of their minds;
Shower down on them and the millions they here represent,
Such temporal blessings as Thou seest expedient for them in this world and crown them with everlasting glory in the world to come.
All this we ask in the name and through the merits of Jesus Christ, Thy Son and our Savior.
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I cannot continue
tears fall inside
I have no backbone
I hate conflict
I hate fighting
tears fall inside
I hate hurting any breathing thing
I hate being hurt
I hate seeing anyone in pain
tears fall inside
I was born with extreme sensitivity
I cannot continue to argue
I don’t want to continue to argue
I don’t want to continue
tears fall inside
no-one knows it but I’m at risk
take that how you want
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