The truth hurts......

I'll be home for Christmas...... but many of them won't

nobody@vox.com(Dancing Bear) — Thu, 08 Nov 2007 20:13:17 -0500

COMFORT AND JOY

Last year I donated a few hundred cat and dog toys to a local rescue shelter. There was so much more I wanted to do but very little time or resources for me to be able to do more. I donated toys because I couldn't do anything else. The lady from the shelter called me at work and asked if I could do it again. She said that while many of the animals didn't get new homes they were at least comforted by having a personal item as a comfort while they awaited potential adoption. Catnip mice, jingle balls, chewie bones. Just something to make them feel less caged, less alone, less bored and scared.

This is allot to ask and I am only going to do so because for some reason I think the bulk of my neighbors have at least several pets and I see nothing but the greatest love for these little critters on here than I see elsewhere.

my hope:

I don't buy the fancy, expensive things. I go to the dollar store and try to get as many as I can. A busy ball or a nip mouse for each of them means more than a large showy item for one. I am asking for people to e-mail me and I will send you my address so that you can mail your care package to me directly. I already have a pile started and this particular shelter needs the help more than most. They have had to stop taking in new animals until some more are adopted out. One thing that helps adoption is a more well adjusted, socialized animal and if they play or are entertained they are cuter when people go for adoptions. When they see them bouncing a ball around or playing they see how cute and lovable they are and take a quicker interest in them and they adopt out faster. Of course they need money, food, all that stuff but she said the thing that made the most difference last year was the personal items for the adoptees. It made them feel better.

I am e-mailing this to my neighborhood and if you have a few spare minutes to mail it to your neighbors I might just be able to get to another shelter also. Put it up for

[this is good] so more people see it and perhaps respond. I don't often ask for many things but when the lady called me and told me what a difference it made I thought why not do something that actually makes a difference. So if you are interested in helping I will send you my address. I know that seems risky but I feel the benefit outweighs the risk. Let's give these little fella's some comfort and joy and celebrate the true meaning of the season. Don't worry if you can't. I have a good start already and I plan on placing bins around work to see what I can come up with. Nobody else can speak for them. They have no mommy or daddy or grandma to buy them a toy. They will be fortunate to survive. Comfort and Joy. May you each have plenty this holiday season and be proud of all that you share on behalf of others.

If anybody has any pull with Vox perhaps they could put something out there to help with this endeavor. I also had people offer money so if you want the name of the shelter I can send you their name to address a check to. Or I can give you their address and you can send it yourself directly to them. I wanted to start early because last year I only left myself a few weeks to get this going. I decided to this this each year to remember my best boy Gully when he's not here any more. So if you can help a little it would be great. I know that most folks are overburdened this time of year so any response will still be a good one.

Thanks,

Myke

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Let the healing begin!

nobody@vox.com(Dancing Bear) — Sat, 30 Sep 2006 15:45:25 -0400

The Ravages of Bird Flu

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Bird Flu hits America. Can Monkey Pox be far away?

nobody@vox.com(Dancing Bear) — Sat, 30 Sep 2006 12:53:40 -0400

Bird Flu

The Bird Flu has finally hit the USA. This poor little fella is being consoled by a friend. Actually, this is Tater's favorite toy. She got in in California 10 years ago and still plays with him every day. It is "CHICKEN" and you have to yell it for her to fish him out of the basket. She has at least a few hundred toys. While they are in desperate need of boiling, she seems to love each of them equally with the exception of "CHIIIIIIIICKEN" who she loves the most. This other thing makes the most awful squeeeeeling and honking noise you could ever possibly hear. It has a double squeeker and honks on the "IN" as well as the "OUT so there is no chance of even a quiet second when Tater attacks. She rolls on it and tries her hardest to make as much noise as she can. It is a cry for attention and the cry is like that of a Yeti in the Hymalayas. She can fish them out by name. Clamchop, Chippie, Felephant... She pulls them out as their names are called. Of course we have to do their voices for her to know who we are talking about. Cowie, Penguino. She can't get enough of her dollar store plush toys and the ones with the squeekers are her favorites. Many have become mute from ruff play. But "CHIIIIIIIICKEN" still sings like a Canary. She loves this toy and I believe she will always favor it to any other toy we may bring home. Poor little fella. He ain't-a-lookin' good.

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"Has anyone seen Kitty/"

nobody@vox.com(Dancing Bear) — Thu, 28 Sep 2006 19:54:26 -0400

Devil Dog

This is dumb. I just felt like doing something stupid.

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Top o' the morning to ya!

nobody@vox.com(Dancing Bear) — Wed, 27 Sep 2006 07:50:19 -0400

Gully and the barn

My dog Gulliver has gotten pretty old lately. He's a little bit nutty but hey, he always has been. His sweetness comes from his simple love of anything. Here he is introducing himself to a new friend. The corner of our little barn at the back of our yard. About 15 years ago I was asked by my landlady if I would mind getting a dog. It would keep the property safe. I lived in a little cottage bungalow in LA and there were 3 others in a little cluster going down the hill.I had a screened in room called a Lanai to keep one in and he could bark at the front, and the back. Brilliant! So I set out with a friend and began scouring all the animal shelters and dog pounds in the area. I wasn't seeming to make a connection so I kept looking. Finally after running out of shelters I just went to Santa Monica and asked at the desk "who is next to go?". They brought him out and into a little play yard. He saw a tennis ball in the corner and ran right over to it and began tossing it up in the air and catching it. He threw it back and forth and up and down and then brought it over and dropped it at my feet. "This ball isn't going to throw itself man". He and I both knew we would be together forever. We have thrown the ball for years and he has sat by my side daily and waited at the door for my safe return. He's one of those dogs that you can hear what he is saying in his deep dog voice just by looking at him. "Hello Mr. Barn. How are you today". Ain't he a cute ole bugger. I love him very much but he loves me like I hung the moon.

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