Having had enough of Drumpf stories for one week a lifetime, I’m turning my attention to this feel-good story about a mother and her puppies rescued from death row in Texas. We get a lot of refugee puppies from Texas up here (pro-life state that it is), and the batch in this story were brought up to the same rescue – Helping Hounds – where two of our varmints came from exactly five years ago today (not coincidentally, both they and Fritzi were rescued from Southern states as well. Like humans, I guess they don’t go for that birth control stuff, but once they’re born, they’re on their own).
To celebrate, I finally got eyeglasses to replace the half-dozen or so pairs that they inflicted destruction upon a pair at a time (most completed destroyed, though I’ve been able to wear a chewed-up and pieced together – with electrical tape, vinyl tubing, and coat hangers – pair for driving and watching teevee) within the first six months or so of their arrival. I finally lost the last, best pair I had left and had no option other than to bite the bullet and get another pair (free exam and glasses thanks to the godless union benefits I have). I could’ve gotten a free pair every year, but at first I figures there was no point until the puppies grew out of their chewing phase, and then it was just pure laziness and my disdain for leaving the house unless absolutely necessary. Now that I have a prescription, I also ordered a couple of cheapo pairs online – just in case the pooches redevelop a hankering for spectacles.
Mother Nature (that bitch) also decided to celebrate by dropping about two feet of snow on my house during the early-morning hours on Friday (which we weren’t actually supposed to get). That made for a very early bout of snow plowing, followed by a somewhat treacherous drive in to work. A wonderful way to end the week. After a bit of a respite, they’re telling up to expect another storm today and overnight into tomorrow, though the amount and type of precipitation are still up in the air. They say it’ll be rain, then ice, then snow, but the exact proportions are up in the air (so to speak). If it’s mostly snow, we’re looking at 14″ or so. Or, Syracuse is. We typically get more than that out in my neck of the woods. What a difference 20 miles or so makes.
Right now, there appears to be some light, wet snow falling and it’s relatively warm out. I’m trying to decide if I should go out to the grocery store (to get what I managed to forget at Costco yesterday), or just say the hell with it and stay inside all day. I guess I’d better hurry up and decide.
Well, if we didn’t already have 3 endless fur manufacturers the color that Donald Trump’s hair colorist fancies, I’d vote to adopt at least 6 of those pups (mix & match). I guess I’ll just have to drool over the pictures. Those puppies are just beautiful (and so is their Mom). I hope they all (Mom included) find loving homes.
My daughter adopted her dogs from a group that rescues dogs from the south. We should begin rescuing people as well.
My little cat Rosie was euthanized on Friday. She was 12 and a sweet lovely red cat. Friday evening I went to the supermarket where I met our plumber who, because it is Shelter Island, knew what had happened. He asked me if I’d get another cat and I said I would but it had to be young and black because I had promised my Brooklyn vet that the next cat I adopted would be black. She, Dr. Norton, said many people wont adopt a black cat because they think they’re bad luck. By Friday evening the island animal lovers had located a black kitten at the local ARF shelter and Sunday morning I picked him up. As it was Lincoln’s birthday, I named him Lincoln and he is a lovely, cuddly boy.
I told the story of Dr. Norton to the hairdresser who is a great animal lover and she said she would also promise to adopt a black cat when she was ready for another.
I have not told Lincoln about Trump. He’s too young for such a horror story.
I’m sorry to hear the Rosie is over the rainbow bridge, sp. Those old ones are so hard to lose. So are the young ones, frankly.
Keep Lincoln in the dark (hee). No need to scare the poor cat. Hopefully Trump will be long gone by the time he can read.
I guess the rescue folks transport a lot of animals now days. Our city shelter just became a no-kill shelter so no more from this city. That’s not true of other places in the state, however.
It looks like soon, rapists in OK have a say in their victim’s pregnancy. WTF is wrong with people? I’m hoping for a meteor that has precision for a certain party….
So, I saw a little bit about the OK abortion bill. Something about it defining the woman as a “host” (the fetus, therefore, being the parasite) and requiring the say-so of the father (as determined by a paternity test). My question is does the father always get the final say? Like, ties go to dad? What if the old man wants the abortion, but the woman doesn’t? Seems like it should all be up to the father, no? Who cares what the “host” thinks?
I mean, if my dog has worms, I don’t consult with her – I just get rid of them.
Men get veto power. Next they’ll require the host to breastfeed the baby for two years.
If Der Donald hasn’t learned to read by now, I don’t think it is going to happen.
Sorry about Rosie, but I’m glad to hear Lincoln has a good home. Whenever I hear the anme Lincoln, I can’t help but think of Clarence Williams III (aka, Lincoln Hayes).
Maybe you can find a fat orange tabby to keep him company – named Donald, of course.
Clifford is a fat orange tabby and he and Lincoln are having fun running around together. Lincoln is faster but Clifford is craftier. Clifford is Rosie’s brother and they were always together so I’m really happy he has taken to Lincoln.
OKat, hasn’t there been some court ruling on the father veto crap?
Planned Parenthood v Danforth, sp. I think these yahoos expect to get a refersal when their new puppet is installed on SCOTUS. And in Oklahoma, precedent never stopped this Legislature (or the activist conservatives Supreme Court Justices). And of course, Scott Pruitt would file losing lawsuits. And the state is broke.