Monthly Archives: July 2010

Hello, how are you?

Well come on, can’t you see I’m bending over backwards to talk to you?

Beautiful In Death

YouTube – Jose skydive.mp4

YouTube – Jose skydive.mp4.

This is Jose, a good friend of mine.  He always has a big smile on his face and is one of the happiest people I know.  Always positive, grateful and cheerful.

Animal Rights: New Laws Take Movement to the Mainstream – Yahoo! News

Animal Rights: New Laws Take Movement to the Mainstream – Yahoo! News.

It’s a good thing but not soon enough!


Vt. scrap-wood dinosaur posing modern-day problem – Yahoo! News

Vt. scrap-wood dinosaur posing modern-day problem – Yahoo! News.

Perfect example of our government going too far out of bounds. People have to be able to govern themselves to a certain extent.  If it doesn’t look like you should walk under it, don’t!

Leave the dino alone. This is great. It’s the spirit of America!

If I Had Unlimited Resources, I Would…

open the largest and best no kill animal shelter of all time. I have it all planned out and one day if I win the lottery it would bring me the greatest joy to start building it. It would be a real home not just a lot of cold hard cages.

A Beautiful Little Bug

Life is as Fragile as a Whisper

I feel like the grim reaper. While out in the backyard with my dog, Darla, I saw the new little mockingbird baby sitting on the fence at ground level. I managed to snap a photo of it long before Darla ever saw it. Then I distracted Darla so she wouldn’t notice it and the mother bird would have a chance to draw it away from the fence. When I went back to the same spot it was gone. Knowing she had two babies I searched all over the area to make sure it hadn’t come on over into our yard. As I was doing that I heard a little squeak at the far end of the yard in the corner where Darla had gone. I was heartbroken knowing that Darla had discovered either the little one that I had just petted or possibly the other baby that I hadn’t seen before. Either way she was curious and either grabbed it with her mouth (she is a hound) or pawed at it and broke its little neck. I gently picked it up hoping it wasn’t too late but it was. The poor little one took its last breath in my hand as its mother watched from above. Why did she have to make her nest in the tree that was so close to my yard?! She knew about the dog. Maybe I should have titled this, Life is about Choices.