How did you do with the fireworks?
And can our parents do anything to stop it, especially the back door ones
My dad has, since the days of Pocket being scared to death, has said he was going to talk to his State Rep, but the knowledge that it would change nothing stop him
We all know humans can be stupid. They are so enamored with their stupidity they come together every four years to elect the dumbest one as their leader.
A person is a true danger when that stupidity is matched with cruelty. That point was made crystal clear to me last week.
I got a page to hurry to the angel-swearing-in spot. This usually happens when a [et dies suddenly, and it is often a hard transition, as an animal’s mind becomes confused somewhere between our worlds,
But, luckily, Max, the pit bull, remembered his last horrifying minutes.
He, his kitty sister, and German Shepherd brother were going on vacation together. Their tired parents pulled into the parking lot of a hotel where they hoped to spend the sultry Indana[polis ni[eght. Their parents, Norma Light and Charles Thomas, realized pets were not allowed to stay in the hotel, so those parents locked their pets in the car and went to bed blissfully enjoying the air conditioning.
I will pause here to let out parents scream into a pillow.
I had no idea how to help the two animals being cooked live, but angels rush in where fools fear to tred. I got to the car and saw there was not much time left. Neither pet could breathe and were so thirsty. I asked myself what my dad always does in the car and told the German Shephard to blow the horn.
It was the most unnatural thing for a dog to do, but when you see the Bridge Angels coming for you, and you chose the survive, it is time for unprecedented behavior.
The Shephard stood on the front seat with his paws on the horn, and pressed, first weekly, then, like Rose in the North Sea. louder and longer until forces came to his aide
The hotel manager went outside us to see what was causing the ruckus and saw a desperate German shepherd honking the horn. Upon further examination, the manager saw the cat close to death, and that the pit bull had expired. Having no way to break the window the manager ran back to his office and called the police.
Officer Poe was the first to respond. He broke a window and opened the door. The German Shepherd jumped into the officer’s waiting arms. The surviving duo were taken away to cool down and be nitrated.
The car was traced back to the duo who had arrived the evening before. They were arrested and charged with felony animal cruelty-kill. This is where they exit our tale.
The animals needed new homes. And it did not take the German Shepherd long because his saviior, Officer Poe wanted to save the dog again. After a few approving scribbles the German Shepherd was given a new home, a new dad, and a new name: Abby.
Abby’s life was saved by good people. His pit-bull brother lost his life because of bad people.
There are many more good people than bad.
But the damage the bad people do make up for their small numbers.
Thank DoG Abby found good ones
It is the second week of my garden report. We were going to start in Foley’s Garden but the butterfly bushes in River’s Garden have bloomed and I thought you would like to see one of them.
Next up is, in Foley’s Garden, a turf war between a Wood Lilly and the daisies which the Lillies are winninThe New Guinea impatiens are doing well this year. Sometime they struggle in the hot sun, but this batch looks good
Here is Next up is, in Foley’s Garden, a turf war between a Wood Lilly and the daisies which the Lillies are winninThe New Guinea impatiens are doing well this year. Sometime they struggle in the hot sun, but this batch looks good
another picture of Shasta daisies which are doing better without fighting for attention with the Wood Lillie
Here is Saint Anthony looking at the Johnny Jump Up Daisy like he didn’t order them and does not intend to pay for them.
Big Impatients in a wheelbarrow, little Impatients in a window box.
We have moved to Pocket’s garden where another wood Lily lives.
Twelve years ago Hobo Hudson sent us a little Hydranga. It is now the star of Pocket’s garden.
The Ditch Lillies grow good in Pocket’s garden too
The large Siebold’s Plantation Lily Hostas is just starting to bloom
The Ditch Lillies in the Ruby Rose Rose garden is awakening
The Plantation Lilly around the big fake rock are small and real.
And finally in the Ruby Rose Rose Garden is the 100-year-old Ruby Rose bush.
That is it for my garden report for July. I’ll check back in during August/
It is time for another installment of Poetry corner with out hosts Angel Sammy and Teddy.
They provided for photo below to inspire our poerty
Larry was a very worried bear
Almost to the point of despair.
It was a week before the polar bear ball
And did he have a date? Not at all
He didn’t have a thing to wear
And no one to go with, Sabrina said no as did Cousin Clair
The morning of the dance Brother Bruce found Larry sitting on a bank
And decided with Larry he needed to be frank
“If you want to attend.” Larry said “just go stag”
Larry answered that if he went with a gay deer he would be a punching bag
Bruce remembered what his mom said was, in dealing with Larry, a rule of thumb
Speak slowly and clearly because Larry is a litle dumb
Bruce knew Larry didn’t stand a chance
Because at the ball it would be clear Larry didnd’t know how to dance
So Bruce decided to do all he could do
To teach his brother to dance, knowing it would fail, in all likelihood.
They slightly swayed to and fro
Shuffling their feet in the snow
Until it was time to go
Larry was ready to put on a show
He strolled in asked for a dance from the first girl her saw
And when he began moving the other bears stood in awe
Because Larry moved like a hair ballerina
Impeessing his date, the princess polar bear, Angelina
He slipped, he slid, he stopped, he bopped, he bumped a did the grime
He moved so quickly he did not see the line
His thoughts in his dancing paradise
He fell through the ice
Usually Larry would have been crestfallen
But he did not care that he had fallen
But nothing bothered him because he had found the answer
From this day forward Larry was a dancer
It is Independence week the states, a country of immigrants. And I want to know the countries where your parents originated.
It is Independence week the states, a country of immigrants. And I want to know the countries where your parents originated.
If you are not an American, what nationality are your parents, and will you take us in after the election?
My mother is Irish and Portuguese.
My dad is Portuguese and English.
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