Critter Alley

Hellooo, Mother Nature

2012-02-13T19:08:00.000-06:00

My eyes widened with shock when I prepared to write a blog today. Has it really been a week since I last posted?

Time, you've done it to me again. Slipped through my fingers like so many fine grains of sand. I can't seem to keep up.

My mom once told me that the older you get, the faster each day flies. Isn't that the truth? So I'll blame my neglectfulness on age. And memory (or lack thereof). But most of all there's the other stuff I wanted to do last week.

After all, the sun glowed. I left my jacket at home. A few buds appeared on trees. People put on shorts and jogged down the street.

But today everything has changed.

You can ignore my smug proclamation that we'll get an early spring. With a wink and a nod, Mother Nature let me know who's really in charge.

Holy catfish, Mom, I could have told you that!

Simple Things

2012-02-06T19:31:00.000-06:00

All it takes is a walk through a pet supply store to realize how much we love our critters. There's aisle upon aisle of food ranging from all-natural to generic brands. Then there are the colorful leashes and collars, not to mention a variety of outfits that could rival any human fashion show. If your dog, cat, bird, or guinea pig is bored, not to worry. There are enough toys to put the Toys-R-Us franchise to shame.

It's obvious that catering to pets is big business. Browsing through the store is fun for pet parents and a swell diversion for four-footed friends. It's always fun to shop, but do we really need such endless excess?

There are so many ways to spend money that competition for consumer dollars is fierce. Look at the Superbowl ads that commanded millions for seconds of air time. Each one attempts to persuade us to open our wallets.

Sometimes I can use a reminder that the newest model, yummiest junk food, or latest collectible aren't necessities. And when it comes right down to it, there's really no need at all to break the bank. For it's the simple things in life that most often bring us our best times and greatest joy.

Heavenly Messages

2012-02-02T17:47:00.001-06:00

What could be more fun than coming home to find a box of books on the front porch? Especially when those books contain one of your own stories. "Chicken Soup for the Soul: Messages from Heaven" features true stories about miracles, amazing connections, angels, and answered prayers. My story, "A Little Nudge", is included in the anthology.

I thumbed my way through the book and have already read several stories. Each one gave me a little shiver up my back. But only in a good way, of course.

I can't resist hearing stories that confirm my belief in the hereafter. If you feel the same way, check out Messages from Heaven, either online via pre-order, or in bookstores starting February 28.

Critics-at-large, Indy and Bogey declare: "Messages from Heaven is an awesome read. We give it 8 paws up!"

A Work in Progress

2012-01-30T18:19:00.001-06:00

We've been on a roll. Little more than a month after new floors, beadboard is being installed in the foyer. It's a nice touch that adds a certain amount of "architectural interest" to an otherwise boring space.

Our hard-working and generous son brought my vision to life. I thought it would be a quick simple job. Mr. Perfectionist, however, soon showed me otherwise. I should have known that "simple" wasn't in the cards when he needed no less than two truckloads of equipment delivered.

A compressor...you know, for compressing things!

A power saw to cut and spray painter to get white paint into every nook and cranny. (By the way, overspray now neatly decorates our grass in a delightfully permanent frost. Too bad Christmas is over!)

Most men agree, one can never have too many tools.

Especially if they're power tools.

The foyer is now nearly complete and looking quite spectacular. Everyone is happy but Indy. He has a bone to pick with the entire power-building extravaganza.

(After retreating to crate)

Mom, if that nail gun fires one more time, I'm packing my food bowl and leaving home for good!!

Pawlitical Opposition

2012-01-24T18:42:00.000-06:00

My fellow Americans, the time has come to ensure that every household in the United States is guaranteed tug toys, chewie bones, and daily car rides...

Not even a pound of catnip under the table will get me to stand up and applaud for that.

Canine Prescription

2012-01-20T18:58:00.001-06:00

My name is Freddie. I used to be a homeless dog. No one wanted me because I'm older and have a badly broken front leg that turns out in a strange crooked way. My hips aren't what they used to be, either, so I tend to wobble when I walk. But that doesn't stop me from getting around. I had gotten so used to being passed by, I almost gave up hope of having a family, until one day a very nice lady looked at me and scratched my ears. It felt wonderful. Then she nodded and smiled, and the next thing I knew, she put me in a car and brought me home. And oh, what a home it is.

Now I live in an enormous house filled with lots of friendly people. It's a special place where older folks live when they need extra help. We have a lot in common. Many of them wobble when they walk, too. I'm always careful to give them plenty of room. I know how easy it can be to trip when you're not as sure-footed as you once were before arthiritis and fragile bones and vision problems take their toll.

My new friends like to sneak treats to me during meals while I sit under the table, quiet as a mouse. I especially enjoy it when someone strokes my fur and talks to me. Their eyes brighten and lips turn up, as though they're remembering something from a long time ago. I swish my tail in agreement with each one of their words.

But even though I now have a home and people who need me, I haven't forgotten how it felt to be alone. So it's my wish that every homeless animal has the same luck I did. Because no matter age or disability, we all want the same thing. The chance to prove that as long as our hearts beat, we'll love you.

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Please consider adopting a senior and/or special needs pet like Freddie. What you'll receive in return is priceless!

Bloggin' the Blues

2012-01-16T08:08:00.002-06:00

For the last several days, Blogger has not been playing nice. I can visit blogs, but couldn't comment on many of them. You know, one of THOSE kind of days.

After researching the issue and thinking about the blogs I visit, a pattern appeared. I could comment on blogs that had a pop-up box or side bar comment box. Blogs with a comment section imbedded at the bottom of the page simply showed as "frozen"...no comments, no comment box, and no ability to scroll up or down. The only way I could get out of the blog would be to use the back arrow. As of today, it seems the issue has been resolved. At least I hope so.

Oh, Blogger. Why do you do this to me? Can't you keep things up and running the way they're supposed to run? I need perfect performance, non-glitchy updates, and personalized troubleshooting. Sometimes I wonder why I pay such an extravagant sum of money to you for services and still have all these problems.

Oh, wait a minute...

Never mind, Blogger. Do the best you can.

Eddie Catskel

2012-01-12T18:23:00.000-06:00

Didn't anyone ever tell you it's a bad idea to bite the fingers that feed you?

Uh...you're looking especially beautiful, young, and skinny today, Mom!

Bylines Calendar 2012

2012-01-09T18:17:00.000-06:00

My order of Bylines desk calendars arrived on Saturday. I opened up one of those spiral bound beauties, and immediately fell in love. It's an organized (or wanna be organized) person's dream.

Are you a writer who'd like to set goals for 2012? This handy planner provides a section for choosing overall yearly goals in writing areas such as the book you always wanted to do, articles, poetry, personal enrichment, publicity/marketing, and the website. You can use the goals and tasks which are suggested, create your own, or do a combination of both.

Another fun feature is the list of 2012 Literary Holidays. Did you know that August 18 is "Bad Poetry Day" (not that any of us ever writes bad poetry). How about December 10, which is "Dewey Decimal System Day", a real milestone. We'd never find a book again without it, so why not celebrate? Then there's the tracker for submissions, mileage, and purchases. A list of literary festivals. A section for notes. Favorite books and writer resources. Well, the list simply goes on and on.

But Bylines is more than a calendar/planner. Each week also includes an essay where a writer shares an insight or inspiration sure to ignite your writing fire. I'm honored to be among them, but don't laugh when you see my picture. After all, Sylvia Forbes, Bylines creator and editor, did suggest we send a non-formal, non-posed picture that shows our personality. For good or for ill, I listened. You be the judge.

If you're a writer, or just dream about writing someday, you'll love the Bylines calendar. For more information or to place an order click here.

More good news. Bylines is seeking submissions for the 2013 desk calendar. Check out this link for submission guidelines. And if you're wondering what Sylvia likes in an essay, one of the best ways to find out is to get a copy of the calendar and read.

Now you must excuse me. I'm off to set some goals in my new calendar!

Modern Mouser

2012-01-04T17:45:00.001-06:00

One of these days I'll catch that slippery little thing!

New Year 2012

2012-01-01T15:28:00.000-06:00

We'll have a cup of kindness...

for auld lang syne...

It's a time to remember. What we loved about 2011, and what we'd much rather forget.

The idea of dusting ourselves off and making a new year better, is a testament to an inherent belief that hope and redemption are right around the corner. A certainty that this time, we'll try harder, do better, and accomplish more. With child-like faith, we look forward to a fresh start, and new beginning. It's our favorite time to promise a "do-over".

The things I'd like to achieve in 2012 are similar to those I've identified in years past. I always make my list with the best of intentions, yet before I know it, they drift away like smoke into a clear blue sky. One thing I've learned over the years is not to beat myself up if I don't succeed.

And always be ready to give it another try.

Indy, Bogey and I wish you a wonderful New Year filled with health, love, happiness, and plenty to keep you motivated and moving toward your goals in 2012.

Happy New Year!!!

Special Gifts

2011-12-27T13:11:00.000-06:00

Christmas 2011 is over and I feel a faint sense of relief.

Don't get me wrong, I love the holidays. But right now I'm shopped out, have become more roly-poly than the jolly old elf, and am weary of running from event to event like a mouse through a maze. It feels good to sit in front of my computer screen and feel at least a bit back to normal routine.

I do have some cool gifts to share with you.

The Son made our holiday with an awesome announcement. He's officially engaged to a wonderful girl and we couldn't be more pleased! It will be such fun to help plan their special event which is scheduled to take place in 2012. And don't worry. I hereby pledge to give advice only when asked, thereby avoiding the dreaded "monster-in-law" sydrome.

The Daughter gave me a unique gift. Check out these t-shirts.

Cute, huh? But take a closer look...

Tee-hee! I love them! They say every writer needs to advertise. I plan to become a walking Critter Alley billboard!

Hope your hectic holidays brought equally delightful pleasures!

Before and After

2011-12-21T18:22:00.000-06:00

Decorated...

Undecorated...

Merry freakin' Christmas from Bogey.

2011-12-19T18:00:00.002-06:00

Please take a moment to visit Benny and Lily (the above photo appears on their blog) who have posted about a terrible tragedy that occurred over the weekend in the Kissa Bull blog family. I've linked it because the blog includes information on how you can help.

In short, Sandra had a house fire that took the lives of five of her sweet, loving dogs, including Shelby, a badly abused dog that had been under her care for about two years. The only good news is that Sandra, her mother, and her child escaped the fire without physical injury.

Sandra is posting when she can at Kissa Bull. It would comfort her to know how many bloggers are thinking of her and her family at this very difficult time.

My heart breaks for her...

Strange and Unusual Sighting

2011-12-14T18:45:00.002-06:00

There have been strange and unusual sightings at our house this week. Indy and Bogey are amazed.

"Huh?"

"You mean this thing is for something other than a place to toss junk?"

Indy couldn't resist showing his surprise, and giving me the raspberries to boot.

Yes, yours truly is back on the treadmill, and I don't mean that figuratively, although my "figure" is why I'm back on the treadmill. Christmas cookies, appetizers, and treats have taken their toll. It's time to get up and get moving, so I won't need to ask for Christmas clothes in a larger size, please. I'm feeling good about walking for the past three evenings, but how long will it last? My goal is every day. The reality will be...well, time will tell, but for now, I'm energized and motivated.

Part of my new found energy relates to getting some good writing news. My contract for a story scheduled to appear in "Chicken Soup for the Soul: Messages from Heaven", has turned into approval of edits. The book's release date is February, 2012, so unless I get a last-minute letdown (always a possibility), looks like I'm in!

News also arrived that the ByLines 2012 writer's calendar will include one of my stories. I can't wait to see the calendar in its final form. They haven't given me a date certain for publication, but hopefully all will go through as promised.

And, yippity-do-da! This week I received a contract for another Chicken Soup story to appear in "I Can't Believe My Cat Did That!" Of course, I won't know for sure until July or August whether it will make the final cut since publication won't be until September, 2012. (Note to anyone who, like me, also submitted a story for "I Can't Believe My Dog Did That"...the dog stories are still being read. Notification should go out around the first of the year, per the CS editor) My cat story was inspired by Bogey. As all of you know, he certainly gives me plenty to write about!

As I sign off and head for the treadmill, let me leave you with this panic-inducing thought...only 11 more days until Christmas!

Somebody

2011-12-11T21:32:00.000-06:00

At least somebody in this house is getting some writing done!

#5

2011-12-08T18:47:00.000-06:00

5

Sorry to see you go, but it's been an awesome ride. Thanks for the memories...

Gonna miss you, #5!

Another Battle

2011-12-05T19:15:00.001-06:00

I finally broke down and bought a new Christmas tree. Here it is, all "spruced" up and ready to go. Putting this tree together was so much easier than the old tree, which had to be assembled branch by branch. This one is like an umbrella consisting of three poles that fit together one at a time. The branches fall into place. No need to add any lights...this little beauty has them built right in!

Of course, putting up the tree brings a familiar complication.

Bogey...hard at work performing his de-decorating duties. Oh yes, we've been there before. I've tried every possible solution to keep him away from the tree in past years. None of them has been successful. Bogey doesn't listen to anyone, least of all me.

But now I have hope. I won the battle of the curtains. I'm sure I can prevail in the war to preserve the Christmas tree!

Mom vs Bogey. Here we go again...

Mom Wins the War

2011-11-30T20:12:00.000-06:00

What you see is a cat walking away from a curtain. No big deal, you may say, unless you know the long and nerve-wracking battle I've waged with Bogey.

Curtain jumping is one of his most favorite pastimes. He leaps as high as he can, uses his claws to attach, and waits for my frenzied reaction. Nothing like getting a lazy mom up and moving.

My previous frivolous attempts to stop him have included squirt bottles, noise makers, and banishment to the basement. Nothing has worked until I discovered...Contac paper.

Turned sticky side out and attached by clothespins, it makes lovely deterrant.

Since the contact paper was installed, not once has Bogey attempted to leap on the curtains. He's seething with frustration about it, but for me, success is oh-so-sweet.

And who cares if it makes all our guests wonder what's in my iced tea glass?

More Thrills at Blueberry Hill

2011-11-27T21:13:00.000-06:00

A few blogs ago, I started to describe an evening we spent at Blueberry Hill helping Mr. Chuck Berry celebrate his 85th birthday. If you didn't see it, here's a link to the post.

Continuing the story, I walked through Blueberry Hill with eyes bigger than a harvest moon. If I had a dollar for every cool piece of memorobilia I saw that night, I could retire right now.

After about an hour of exploring the place, Mr. Berry and his entourage finally arrived. They stepped into the restaurant and a full sized crowd broke into applause. So many cameras flashed, it felt like a red carpet premiere. My favorite sculptor, Don Wiegand (creator of the hand casts), gave an introductory speech. Note the strange camera angle. In order to get decent pictures, I had to knee-crawl to the front of the crowd. Luckily, the crowd did not object (well, not much anyway).

Next, the owner of Blueberry Hill, Joe Edwards, spoke.

Then came the official unveiling. The display, set up in a glass case, looked fantastic. It seems as though Chuck Berry's hands are floating. How in the world did Don do that???

Pictured from left to right are the men of the hour: Don Wiegand, Chuck Berry, and Joe Edwards

For me, visiting Blueberry Hill was a treat in and of itself. Add to that helping to celebrate the achievements of someone who's had an amazing career in music and all I can say is...

Hail, hail, rock n' roll, and happy 85th birthday, Chuck Berry!

We Are Thankful

2011-11-24T08:47:00.000-06:00

We'll return to Blueberry Hill next post, but it's Thanksgiving Day and we couldn't let it go by without wishing all of you a happy, safe, and relaxing holiday. Thank you so much for being followers and readers of Critter Alley. You are awesome (or should we say "paw-some"?)

In honor of the day, Indy and Bogey put their heads together to come up with their top ten list of things for which they are thankful. They asked me to share it with you.

Top 10 things for which Indy and Bogey are thankful:

10. Naptime. 20 hours a day is about right.

9. Playtime. Guess who likes the tug and who likes the feather teaser?

8. Naughties. Irresistable things we aren't supposed to do. But we do anyway. Often.

7. Going someplace. Unless it's to the vet. Or the groomer.

6. Being outside. Mud is especially fun (see #8).

5. When Mom comes home from work. Feels like we haven't seen her in a gazillion years!

4. Home. It keeps us dry and cozy.

3. Treats. Our favorites are always on hand. Do you suppose there's a treat fairy?

2. Snuggle time. Sometimes we can both fit in one lap. Barely.

And our number 1 reason to be thankful?

1. Mom. Somehow she makes efurrything fit together!

As you enjoy your day, please take a minute to consider the things for which you are thankful. No matter your circumstances, I'm pretty sure it will make you feel very blessed indeed.

Happy Thanksgiving!

I Found My Thrill

2011-11-20T16:46:00.001-06:00

Seems like forever since I've posted. Being out of town for a few days certainly does shake up my routine! But here I am back in the saddle (or should I say office chair) again with a story about a fun evening.

I've blogged before about my friend, Don Wiegand, sculptor extraordinaire. Don is an awesome person to know. He's not only talented, but also kind and caring and has many friends. About a month ago I got to meet one of them.

Don did a special hand cast for rock legend, Chuck Berry, who happens to live in our area. The cast was done for Mr. Berry's 85th birthday. I got to be there for the special presentation at a well known bar and grill called Blueberry Hill. This is an amazing venue where Mr. Berry (and other musicians) regularly perform.

It was my first visit to Blueberry Hill, which seems more like a memorobilia museum than a restaurant. In my brief time there, I couldn't begin to take in everything there was to see. Here's a few snippets from Blueberry Hill.

A Howdy Doody collection.

"His Master's Voice" high atop a shelf.

Critters of all shapes and sizes watching over us.

Joe Edwards, who owns Blueberry Hill, is almost as fascinating as the place. Throughout the building are hundreds of framed photographs where Joe is posing next to some celebrity or sports star. He's been collecting these photos for decades, and I'll bet you can't name anyone famous that isn't on Joe's wall. Even my idol, Eric Clapton is featured on a photo from many years ago. I asked Joe if he thought Eric would ever come back to St. Louis. Joe says he'll try and convince him, to which I calmly responded, "YOU TALK TO ERIC CLAPTON????"

Pardon my teenage girl scream. Here's a celebrityless picture of Joe...who is actually kind of a celebrity himself.

I'll have more about Blueberry Hill and Chuck Berry's special birthday celebration next time.

Guilty Pleasures

2011-11-14T22:38:00.002-06:00

Weekends are for relaxation...not! At least not this past weekend. I spent most of it working to get the house back into shape. We're still dealing with post-construction dust, but at least the furniture is back in place. And what's the good of having a hardwood floor without rugs to cover it up? Marathon shopping helped me find a few perfect pieces. But enough about work. I'm going to reveal my weekend guilty pleasure.

Because of the imminent theatre release of the movie, "Breaking Dawn", a virtual marathon of Twilight series movies were shown on cable television. Always one step behind the rest of the world, I watched the movie "Twilight" for the first time. Despite sometimes cheesy dialogue, I found the film to be strangely compelling. The characters were interesting and filled with teen-age angst. I guess anyone dealing with a somber but sexy vampire and a hot werewolf is bound to get a little depressed. I went on to watch the second movie in the series, "New Moon". Then I simply had to go ahead and watch the third film, "Breaking Dawn". I just about Twilighted myself to distraction.

Stephanie Meyer, author of the series, sure hit a chord with her books. There's nothing like forbidden love filled with obstacles to make a terrific story. From Shakespeare on, its a theme people really can get into. I personally haven't read Meyer's work, but have seen comments criticizing her writing style and plot consistency. Ah-hem. I should see such success from "lousy" writing!

In any event, perhaps I need to try my hand at a love story in the paranormal genre, but with a whole new twist.

The vampire...

competing against the werewolf...

for the affections of a beautiful and talented, but terminally accident-prone heroine.

Now that would be a real story of forbidden love!

Veteran's Day 2011

2011-11-11T07:47:00.000-06:00

Loyal to the end.

Remembering those who made the ultimate sacrifice in service to our country.

Finally Finished

2011-11-07T17:21:00.001-06:00

Our new floor is complete. Now it's time to put things back together and attempt to conquer dust, dust, and more dust. Who'd have thought new floors would create such a mess? But I digress.

The project took nearly 5 full days. The young men who installed the floors were polite, thorough, and did an awesome job. Take a look at the foyer.

The great room.

The precision cuts that fit wood neatly against curves of stone.

The kitchen.

The barely noticeable connection between tile and wood.

Bottom line? I'm thrilled and so are the fur kids.

Now it's time for some fun. Let the slip-sliding games begin!

Pillaged

2011-11-02T17:19:00.000-05:00

Hey, Mom! Somebody stole our floor!!!!

Happy Howl-oween 2011!

2011-10-31T08:20:00.000-05:00

It's that time of year where humans all over the world like to add a little extra fun to the day of their dog, cat, horse, bunny...well just about any critter except a fish.

Okay, so maybe people are adding extra fun to their own day. Most pets are not enthusiastic about dressing up. You can see it in their faces. Anything from a trace of disgrace to a hullaballo of humiliation. Yet they tolerate the foolishness of their people with reasonably good humor. That's why I usually limit use of costumes to the length of time it takes for a few pictures.

When I dragged out Indy's much-used outfit, he went right into character by making a beeline in the opposite direction. His often shaky memory suddenly became sharp as a tack. A minor tussle later, he resigned himself into striking a pose.

A game with Green Dog cheered the little guy up in no time.

Bogey, however, is not so cooperative. I thought he'd enjoy bringing out his inner cool cat self.

But...not so much.

When the photographer became too sweaty to continue, the camera went into its case. All ruffled fur smoothed as costumes returned to the closet. Indy and Bogey got extra treats and pronounced the photo shoot sufficiently profitable. I drank a cup of tea and wondered if Ansel Adams works with such reluctant subjects.

But never mind all that. Today's the day for barking at doorbells and hissing at goblins.

How do your critters feel about Halloween?

Stories on Stories

2011-10-28T17:56:00.002-05:00

It's always a thrill when your work is chosen for publication. It's even better when the book is created for a great cause.

A few months ago a call went out for writers to submit their work for a proposed anthology to benefit the schools and libraries of Joplin, Missouri after a tornado of epic proportions leveled the town. Any piece submitted had to be related in some way to a storm. Writers are generous people, and many reached out to support the project. My poem, "Aftermath" appears in the volume. Fellow writers and friends Linda O'Connell, Lynn Obermoeller, and Donna Volkennant also have pieces in the book. And if that's not good enough to convince you, Walter Bargen (first poet laureate of Missouri) and Elaine Viets (former newspaper columnist) are in the book, too.

If you're interested in supporting a great cause, check out Storm Country.

Meanwhile, there were a few other writerly delights to hit my inbox recently. One of my essays will be in Echoes of the Ozarks, Volume VII, an anthology published yearly by the Ozarks Writers League. The volume is scheduled for publication in early November.

Today I received notification from the Chicken Soup folks that one of my stories made it through the preliminary selection process for the book, "Chicken Soup for the Soul: Messages From Heaven". I'm pleased but still keeping fingers crossed, as you never know until the 11th hour whether they'll keep your story or (gulp) cut it. So I'm faxing in my contract and hoping for the best.

Of course we're also hoping that all our two legged and four legged readers will have a wonderful and relaxing weekend. Stay safe, and go St. Louis Cardinals!!

Stamp of Approval

2011-10-25T18:48:00.000-05:00

After the agony of looking and the ecstasy of finding, an order was placed. And today, our new hardwood arrived.

The boxes must sit inside for at least 3 days before installation. Like a new puppy or kitten, hardwood apparently needs to adjust to its new home.

We need to be sure that everything is ready to go. My top-notch on-site team took over the job. Team members include Indy, Bogey, and visiting grand-dog, Tinker Bell.

Inspection complete, two of my troops give 4 paws up to the new addition.

The other is still undecided.

Tragedy in Ohio

2011-10-22T08:25:00.000-05:00

AP photo

This heartbreaking scene should never have happened.

We have rules about getting a driver's license, about having a beauty salon, and about owning a gun. Yet there are 12 states (including Missouri) that do not have regulations against people buying or owning exotic animals. Just look on line and you'll find out how easy it is to purchase a lion, tiger, bear, or ape.

Why?

These animals are not pets. They don't belong in cages. They need the freedom and dignity to live as they were meant to live in the wild or in animal preserves with managers who have the knowledge, funds, and ability to properly care for them.

In addition, these managers should be wise enough to have a plan for every circumstance. One that includes use of tranquilzing guns. A much preferable option to the wholesale slaughter of critters executed because of what they are.

It's past time for state legislators to wake up and do the right thing.

Lazy Tuesday

2011-10-18T06:07:00.000-05:00

Care to join me?

A Squirrely Tale

2011-10-13T17:37:00.001-05:00

When a critter interrupts a major sports event, you have to figure that somebody's going to talk about it. And in the case of the St. Louis Cardinals, you can amend that to a lot of people.

During one of the recent playoff games, both crowd and media were treated to the sight of a squirrel scampering across home plate. And with a Cardinal player in the batting box, too!

Seriously, what are the odds? I mean, you might see such a thing happen at a little league game in a public park, but at Busch Stadium? In front of thousands of people?

After the furry interruption (and a lot of laughter), the Cardinals went on to win the game. This swiftly hatched an idea. The rogue squirrel must have brought the team good luck. And in a whisk of the tail, the intruder was dubbed "The Rally Squirrel".

Without fur-ther delay, more items than a zookeeper can shake a stick at were printed and sold. T-shirts, towels, and other collectibles featuring the image of The Rally Squirrel are now extremely caliente. Vendors can barely keep them in stock. Bringing luck, making money, galvanizing fans...wouldn't you think that squirrel would be a hero?

But in spite of everything, I'm sorry to report that the management at Busch Stadium is not impressed with the new team mascot. They've trapped 4 squirrels so far and relocated them to an area described vaguely as "the country". Guess they don't think the Cardinals need any more luck.

I've heard that squirrels have a great sense of direction. Can the Rally Squirrel return in time to save the day for the home team? I have my fingers crossed.

And if the Cardinals don't win the World Series, I know who I'm going to blame...

Bathtime Blues

2011-10-09T22:21:00.000-05:00

Sometimes a Mom can do things to you that just aren't very nice.

Adopt a Dog

2011-10-06T18:21:00.000-05:00

Looking for someone to cuddle with on cool Fall evenings? This handsome senior citizen is called Shadow. His expression seems to radiate a sweet confidence, as though he knows there's someone out there who wants to take him home and love him forever.

Shadow is one of many dogs at Five Acres Animal Shelter (formerly St. Charles Humane Society) in St. Charles, Missouri looking for a permanent and happy home. Check them out. You could discover just the furry face you've been waiting to find!

Indy woofed for me to remind everyone that October is Adopt a Shelter Dog Month. What a great time to rescue a pet! If, however, you can't adopt, consider helping your local shelter in other ways. They can use volunteers, pet food, toys, and towels. And to pay all those vet bills, monetary donations are always welcome.

We hope you and your furry best friends are having the same beautiful weather we are. Low humidity, warm sunny days, and comfortably cool nights.

Don't you just love Fall?

A Birthday Salute

2011-10-03T22:08:00.003-05:00

A memoir of the inimitable James Herriot published by his son

Today would have been the 95th birthday of Alf Wight.

Qualified as a veterinarian and working in the Yorkshire area, Wight had a very busy practice. He doctored every kind of critter from large farm animals to small house pets. But Wight, better known as James Herriot, will forever be remembered as the man who published several bestselling books containing collections of stories loosely based on actual events of his life as a rural veterinarian in the 1940's through 1960's.

I first read "All Creatures Great and Small" shortly after its publication date in 1972. The stories were sweet and poignant. Some made me smile and some made me cry, but every one of them were memorable and very often inspirational. Herriot's down to earth writing style is as comfortable to read as slipping on an old pair of slippers.

Herriot's subsequent books, "All Things Bright and Beautiful" and "All Things Wise and Wonderful" (among others) continued the saga. As with most popular books, the stories soon made their way into television and movie productions while Herriot continued to publish numerous other short stories and children's books. I eagerly devoured them all.

If you're an animal lover, James Herriot should definitely be on your reading list. I promise you will not be disappointed.

Happy 95th birthday, Alf!

Pet-ter Homes and Gardens

2011-09-29T21:09:00.000-05:00

I'm not one to make quick decisions. Especially when it comes to home decorating. Give me a magazine and I can swiftly identify what I like. Put me in charge of picking paint colors or curtains and I become a babbling idiot, making pitiful requests for advice from any stranger in the vicinity.

My carpet needs to be replaced. But what replaces carpet when you have pets? Not such a simple answer. Some people say hardwood. Some swear by linoleum. Others tout ceramic tile. One person even admitted to using acid washed concrete for flooring. She's had it five years now and despite her two king-sized labradors, she proudly says her floors still look brand new.

I'm not planning to do a concrete floor, but any way you look at it, being a pet owner influences what we put in our house. If I'm sure Bogey will knock over that gorgeous vase, I don't buy it no matter how cool it is. What's the point? I'd only feel frustrated while I sweep up all the tiny pieces.

Now it's floor decision time. I'm currently leaning toward hardwood. Sort of a medium toned hickory with a variety of color shades (the better to disguise dog nail scratches). Or maybe a nice white oak. Cherry wood? Then there's the beautiful Brazilian Teak...

Though it's interesting and pretty, one thing has definitely been crossed off the list. Cork. I really liked it until I read the disclaimer.

"Not recommended for households with pets."

A Clip in Time...

2011-09-26T18:00:00.000-05:00

Do you trim your critters' nails?

For me, it's 50/50. One of my fur kids is quite reasonable about nail trims. Though he doesn't love it, he stays still long enough for me to get the job done. I have to say that for a cat, Bogey can sometimes be quite cooperative.

Then there's my Indy boy. He goes to the groomer about every two months. Nail trims are included. It would seem that all should be well until I really examined his tootsies after his last trip to the groomer.

Holy digger daggers! No wonder he's been click-clacking on the linoleum. I called the groomer.

"Um...did you forget to trim Indy's nails?"

The reply surprised me. Apparently they only take off a smidgen of the nail and the time in between grooms couldn't possibly keep up with Indy's nail growth. Of course, I should have noticed it before now, but black nails and black fur tend to blend together in true camoflauge style.

Indy's not cooperative with nail trims. He definitely requires more than one pair of hands to get the job done. Making things even trickier, as dog nails grow, so does the quick. Dark nails mean it's impossible to locate how far the quick extends into the nail. If you've ever ripped your fingernail deeply, the sharp throbbing pain convinces you to never let it happen again. Ditto for cutting into an animal's quick.

To solve the problem, Indy's now on a new schedule. Every 3 weeks or so, he'll return to the groomer so we can get his nails under control. While we're at it, I may even add a foot soak, pad smoothing, and toe massage.

Like it or not, that dog will soon have the best pedicure in town.

Louisville 5

2011-09-22T20:50:00.000-05:00

At the Kentucky Derby Museum, there's usually a Thoroughbred or two hanging around. This one was camera shy and refused to pose for the papparazzi. I caught a glimpse of her companion, an adorable miniature horse who was equally determined to avoid any photo op.

Back inside the Kentucky Derby Museum, there are many exhibits to see. The interactive ones are particularly interesting. There are even hands-on activities for kids.

Love those Derby Day hats? There are two display cases full of hats worn at previous Derbies. Here's a sampling of lovely chapeaus:

I got to meet last year's Derby winner, Animal Kingdom. Okay, so maybe we only met in a strange, wax museum sort of way.

There's an area that features vintage Derby duds and tack.

I loved this special exhibit honoring one of the most famous jockeys ever...Willie Shoemaker. The materials were recently donated to the museum by his daughter. Sadly, Willie lived his last few years in a wheelchair, paralyzed after a terrible car accident.

It's hard to believe how anyone could fit into that little white suit. Hubby stands next to the exhibit for purposes of perspective.

Several horses that ran in the Derby are buried at Churchill Downs. Particularly poignant is this monument that stands above the remains of a little filly called Eight Bells. She shattered two legs so badly during the race that she had to be humanely euthanized right on the track.

All in all, the Kentucky Derby Museum was well worth the price of admission. If you ever travel to Louisville, and you love beautiful horses...be sure to check it out.

We'll be back to our regular programming next blog!

Louisville-4

2011-09-19T17:00:00.000-05:00

Continuing with our tour of the Kentucky Derby Museum...

We are now on the pathway to the track. Guess owners and trainers need a gentle reminder (see sign).

The light at the end of this tunnel is bright sunshine on the Churchill Downs track. It must be a moment that truly prompts the heart to pound harder, whether human or horse. Note the ground surface. It looks like pavers, but is made of recycled tires that cushion a Thoroughbreds' prancing walk.

Across the track is the famous winner's circle. This area is used only on Derby Day. It looks pretty tame now, but if you've ever watched the race, you know how many people are crammed into the space.

The fancy boxes on top are known as "Millionaire's Row", where all the celebrities hang out. Even for them, Derby Day is a no credit or debit card event. Can you imagine how many stacks of cash must be piled on the table up there?

How about these lovely front row sections of green folding chairs? On Derby Day, once you tally up all the associated costs, anyone can buy a section for a mere guaranted $6,000. Bleachers are slightly cheaper. Or take your life and liberty in your own hands and opt for standing room only in outer fields of the track. According to our guide, it's a wild place to party...and the perfect opportunity to use that "get out of jail free" card.

The Derby is known for it's towers (the twin to this one is on the right) and...

arguably the most famous finish line in horse racing.

We'll wrap up our tour next time, back inside the museum.

Louisville-3

2011-09-16T07:10:00.001-05:00

The tour continues with apologies from our guide. She's been a terrible slacker this week.

Let's assemble for the walking tour. Outside the museum is an enormous courtyard where the crowd will enter on race day. It has covered areas that carry the names of every Kentucky Derby winner since the race was first run in 1875. Never once through wars, Depression, or even weather events, has the Derby been canceled. All Triple Crown winner names are etched in gold.

Some ticket sales go on at this building. The names of every Kentucky Derby winner are also listed on the name plates at the top of the building.

Here's where the horses will stand as they are saddled. Then the jockeys mount their steeds before being led to the track and more than 150,000 spectators. It's a broiling hot day, but the flowers still look fresh as springtime.

Louisville-Part 2

2011-09-13T17:38:00.004-05:00

Here we are back at the Kentucky Derby Museum in Louisville. Please proceed to your left where you will find the museum entrance.

Once inside the lobby area, it's time to choose your tour. We did the general admission which is $10 per person. If you have more time, for an additional charge you can add the Barn and Backside Tour, the Behind the Scenes Tour, or the Horses and Haunts Tour.

First we took our seats for "The Greatest Race" movie. The screen is wrapped around a large oval room. We sat on small plastic stool-type seats that allowed us to turn when a scene appeared to the right, to the left, or even behind us. The 17 minute film started with a Thoroughbred foal being nudged to its feet by his mother that definitely put a lump in my throat. But to me the most thrilling part of all was the Derby Day scene. It's a 360 degree shot of the crowd and the track, making us feel we were really present at the Derby, surrounded by thousands of cheering fans.

Next post, we'll do the walking tour!

Reflections

2011-09-11T07:11:00.001-05:00

Photo courtesy of Dogs in the News. Check out their website for more photos and stories of the search and rescue dog teams of 911

September 11, 2011 marks a solemn anniversary. It's been ten years since the largest terrorist attack in America's history occurred. I don't think any of us will forget where we were when we got the news, and saw the nearly unbelievable images flicker across television screens.

There have been ceremonies and documentaries shown in recent days of the things that happened. They make us relive poignant stories of courage, survival, and incomprehensible loss. It can sometimes be difficult to watch, but still our duty to remember, in the same way that the generation before us remembered Pearl Harbor.

So many demonstrated bravery beyond measure that day. And among those gallant heroes were the canine search and rescue teams who participated in a desperate hunt for survivors...returning to recover remains.

Finding One Another (FOA), an organization dedicated to paying tribute to the search and rescue canines of 9-11, has organized a Recognition Ceremony at Liberty State Park in Jersey City, New Jersey. The ceremony will begin at 12:45pm on Sunday, September 11. Over 1,000 canine working dog teams who served at the 9-11 sites will line the processional route. Also participating will be veterinarians and other personnel who treated medical emergencies for injured dogs who worked the disaster. For more information, visit the FOA website.

Today we will reflect on those lost. We will honor heroes. And even if only for a moment, we will stand united again.

Louisville

2011-09-06T17:42:00.000-05:00

A couple of weeks ago, Hubby and I spent time in Louisville. When Hubby wasn't in his workshop sessions, and I wasn't writing, we found time to have a little fun. Without question my favorite "down time" activity was a trip to:

You guessed it. We visited Churchill Downs.

I've always wanted to attend the Kentucky Derby, which takes place in May every year at Churchill Downs. On Derby Day I like to sit in front of the television and watch some of the most beautiful horses in the world as they participate in the pre-race parade. The haunting and bittersweet song, "My Old Kentucky Home" is sung while the horses prance on the track in nervous anticipation. It's as though they know this isn't an ordinary race. I think it's one of the most beautiful moments in sports.

On our visit, we didn't see a race take place. No such activities occur at Churchill Downs over the hot summer months. But the next best thing is checking out the Kentucky Derby Museum. It's open year round.

The above image is a statue of Barbaro, the valiant bay colt that came to the Derby in 2006. Barbaro had won every race he ever ran prior to the Derby. A heavy favorite, he went on to win the Derby, too, and not by a small margin. Hopes were high for him to become the next Triple Crown winner. But at the Preakness, Barbaro suffered a catastrophic injury, breaking his fetlock in 3 places. Months later, after multiple surgeries to save his life, Barbaro had to be euthanized. His remains lie at the base of this bronze statue which is placed at the entrance to Churchill Downs. His owners wanted the public to see his monument without requiring the price of admission to the museum. The piece captures Barbaro in action, flying with all four hooves above the ground.

But that's not all. Next time I'll share more about what we found inside the museum.

Labor Day Weekend

2011-09-03T08:43:00.001-05:00

It's Labor Day weekend and the unofficial end of summer. Time to enjoy the final days of barbeques, boating, and swimming pools. Having a three day weekend is always a treat and I felt as excited about it as anyone else.

Then I turned on the television. The job situation is frightening. Long lines of people were shown waiting for a chance to apply for work. The scene looked eerily like the "bread lines" of the great Depression, except those waiting were in business attire and carrying a briefcase. During an interview, one man nearly broke down in tears. It's been over 8 months that he's been trying to find employment.

I complain about working, but the reality is I feel so grateful that both Hubby and I have jobs. We're so blessed, and I'm going to try a lot harder not to take that fact for granted.

The United States has always been known as the land of opportunity. Not so much right now. So it's my Labor Day wish that opportunity returns to this country...and fast.

On another note, for those who have so kindly commented about my "write-athon". Wednesday I submitted one piece to a national publication, one to an anthology, and two were sent to contests. Now comes the waiting game.

Another lesson learned: Pay close attention to deadlines. After editing and polishing, one more piece is still sitting at home. The real deadline came a day before I thought it did. Oh well....

Hope you and yours have a safe, enjoyable, and gratitude-filled Labor Day. See you next week!

More Tap, Tap, Tapping

2011-08-28T07:58:00.000-05:00

Nothing feels better than having a successful writers retreat!

Okay, so maybe I didn't produce quite as much as the above image indicates, but I did rough in a couple of stories, polish a few poems, and generate some fresh possibilities for my files.

But don't think my nose never left the computer. The trip to Louisville wasn't all work. I did get the chance to visit a rather cool place that I've always wanted to see. More about that on another day.

Deadline for several of the pieces that kept me busy last week is looming. I'm determined to finish edits ASAP and send my babies away to (hopefully) find happy new homes before the stroke of midnight on August 31. So it's good-bye internet and hello Word Program for more tap, tap, tapping. I'm on a roll and nothing, I repeat nothing, is going to stop me now!

"Er, Mom. I gotta go to the bathroom..."

Tap Tap Tap

2011-08-22T07:51:00.000-05:00

Hubby is heading to a work-related training in Louisville and I'm tagging along. No office work, no housework, no errand running. Armed with a laptop and no plans, I figure there will be nothing else for me to do while he's busy except write.

In other words I'm conducting my own personal writer's retreat this week.

I suspect my plan will work out great, if I can only get rid of my other great distraction...an internet connection.

Different Strokes

2011-08-19T07:00:00.000-05:00

"Mmmmm...the only way to drink. Gotta tell Mom to get rid of all those nasty old water bowls."

"Huh????"

Feline Flight

2011-08-15T18:14:00.000-05:00

In pre-launch position.

Did you know cats can fly? I didn't either until Bogey came along.

He can go anywhere...the top of the refrigerator, the top of the shower stall, or the top of a closet. If it happens to be the top of anything, he'll find a way to get there.

These amazing accomplishments are indeed a wonder to behold. But his greatest feat of all is leaping 3/4 of the way to the top of curtains that cover the sliding glass door. Like Superman, he accomplishes this in a single bound. Then he hangs on tight with each kitty claw and swivels around like an owl to observe his stunned and speechless audience.

Enough is enough. I can trim Bogey's nails, but how the heck do I clip his wings?

Grumbling and Rumbling

2011-08-12T12:18:00.000-05:00

Guess what I got to do this morning?

A colonoscopy isn't difficult. It's the days beforehand that are a real drag.

Monday: No fresh green salad. Really? Really???

Tuesday and Wednesday: Low residue diet. As an underly-creative cook, I pretty much existed on graham crackers, dry grilled chicken breast, and ice cream. I don't imagine this would have been a good time to test my blood sugar.

Thursday: Clear liquids only. I had Apple juice, diet 7-Urp (so-named because I always associate it with being sick), and cranberry juice to comfort me.

Then began the fun. I started swigging down the "bowl prep" solution at 6pm. Could they possibly make this stuff taste any more vile? All I could do was hold my nose and chug it...8 ounces every ten minutes. And boy, does it work fast. By 7pm, my bathroom became my best friend and only companion. Hubby chose not to hang around for this part. He's most definitely a fair-weather friend.

This morning: off to the Endoscopy Center. The nurses were friendly and helpful. With a curtain pulled across the door of my cubicle sized room (I ask you, who can be modest in a situation like this?) my clothes were shucked off to be replaced by one of those designer hospital gowns that leave your backside completely exposed. A true fashion statement.

It hardly hurt at all when the IV was inserted in my hand. Then only a few minutes and tons of paperwork later, the wheels began to squeak on the gurney that took me back to a tiny exam room.

"Turn on your side".

Nurses know best, so I obliged, exposing my fanny to a room full of pleasant strangers. Then the anesthesiologist did his thing and I drifted away to dreams of grilled steak, Caeser salad, and spicy stuffed zucchini. Ahhhh.....

In what seemed to be no time at all, I awakened back in my cubicle surrounded by rooms filled with other cheerfully tooting patients. Oh yes... for the uninitiated, that's a delightful side effect of the procedure.

Peanut butter crackers washed down by liberal sips of Diet Coke never tasted so good. I got a stack of instructions, and released to go home.

Back at the house, Hubby vacates for more pleasant pastimes. So here I am, with rumbling guts and animals glued to either side of me. I think we're all ready for a cozy nap.

Another perk of cats and dogs: They make terrific heating pads!

Stories, Secrets, Success

2011-08-07T09:14:00.000-05:00

Here's a heads up for all our blogger buddies. Chicken Soup for the Soul has a call for submissions. They're looking for stories to publish in two upcoming anthologies that will be of interest to all you wonderful writers who are also critter crazy. If you have an amazing, poignant, or funny story about your dog or cat, "I Can't Believe My Dog Did That" and/or "I Can't Believe My Cat Did That" will be right up your alley. If your story is accepted, Chicken Soup will pay you $200 and provide some complimentary copies of the book.

There are so few paying markets these days for freelance writers, I really appreciate the opportunities provided by the Chicken Soup folks. It's a quality publication with appeal, world-wide recognition, and a great reputation. However, if you don't have a critter story to submit, fear not. There are other submission possibilities, too. Read all the details here.

I'm hoping Chicken Soup can help me get on track. My pants are too snug. I'm eating too much of my favorite things, and the only time I seem to spend walking is when I'm pushing a grocery cart. And then there's all the "research"...a major excuse for not writing.

It's time for a better routine. I need all the motivation I can get to eat healthy, exercise, and write every day.

Blogger buddies, help! What are your secrets for success?

Recall

2011-08-04T07:16:00.000-05:00

It's all over the news that a certain company has recalled ground turkey due to reports of salmonella poisoning. And what, of course, do I use when I cook Indy's food? Ground turkey.

I cooked for him last Friday and can't for the life of me remember if I bought the "wrong" brand of turkey.
I read somewhere that thorough cooking kills salmonella, and the messy mushy mix I make for him typically boils for close to 30 minutes. He's been eating the food since Saturday with no signs of distress, so I'm assuming we're safe.

What the heck is a consumer supposed to do if they can't recall if the recall affects them?

Guess we all better start taking a picture of our products!

One Hot Day

2011-07-31T22:13:00.001-05:00

On Friday I made a quick trip to our local grocery store to pick up items for the weekend. I jumped out of my car ready to scurry into the cool respite of the store. It was after 10:00 a.m. and already the air steamed with bright sun, heat, and humidity. The first thing I noticed was a car parked near mine. Inside was a young Golden Retriever, panting heavily. The two front windows were cracked open a couple of inches each.

I walked around the car and talked to the dog, waiting for the owner to appear. After about 10 minutes, one of the young baggers came out to collect carts. I pointed out the dog and suggested the car owner be paged. She went inside to speak with her manager. Within a minute or two, she returned to say that this type of thing happened all the time, and her manager said there wasn't anything they could do about it.

My next thought was to call the police. Sweat tricked down my back like a broken faucet. I was burning up and it wasn't me locked in a hot car. So I pulled out my phone to make the call when a man who appeared to be in his fifties walked toward the car. Both hands were loaded with grocery bags. I called out to him and our conversation went something like this...

"Sir?"

"Yes?"

"It's really dangerous to leave your dog in a hot car."

"I had the windows cracked and the sun roof partly open." (Indignant)

"It's not enough to keep from killing your dog in this heat."

"I know my dog and he's fine." (Annoyed)

With that remark, he jumped into the car and sped away. In frustration, I couldn't help but shout after him.

"Next time I'll call the police!" I think I even shook my fist at him in some sort of power-to-the-people type gesture.

I'm not sure if he heard my somewhat childish parting shot or not. Not one of my finer moments. I went inside the store and cooled off...in more ways than one. Then I realized something. Never once did the man make eye contact with me. The way I read human nature, that's a sure sign when someone knows they made a mistake.

Although our interaction didn't end well, I decided this seed of discussion would bear fruit later on. I'm sure the man cared about his dog and probably thought he'd be inside the store "just for a second". He intended no harm. But unfortunately, even a few minutes in a hot car can be deadly.

The bagger's description about this type of thing "happening all the time" is really sad. Are we doing a bad job educating the public or do some simply choose to ignore facts? Perhaps getting out the message to one person at a time is the most effective way to make things change. I'm not a huge fan of confrontation, but uncomfortable as it feels, speaking up appears to be the best approach. In any event, I'm pretty sure that man in the parking lot will never leave his dog in a hot car again.

After all, who wants to tangle with a cranky red-faced sweat-ball of a crazy old lady?

Bad Luck or Good Business?

2011-07-29T08:27:00.001-05:00

Effectively marketing a product is tough, especially in today's world. My daughter sent information she discovered about an interesting advertising campaign. Back in 2009, Warner Brothers came up with a unique way to market a game called F.E.A.R. 2: Project Origin.

Apparently they decided that a great way to "capture the attention of superstitious passers-by" in Britain would be to dress black cats in promotional jackets and walk them around town. Now I don't know about you, but seeing cats walked around town would certainly grab my attention. And if those felines looked like walking billboards, then Warner Brothers could be on to something.

Unfortunately, I suspect it wasn't all smooth sailing. There is the issue of cooperation. The article didn't mention an alternate plan for the time Ink Spot, Ebony, and Onyx all decide to nap rather than walk, which I can assure you they will. After all, we're dealing with cats here, people. I suspect that's why the idea hasn't caught on. Have you noticed any feline advertisements strolling in your area?

I didn't think so.

Anyway, you can read the article and see the "catvertisements" here.

This weekend we're heading to our annual family get-together. Indy is packed and raring to go while Bogey is charged with holding down the home front. Bogey isn't resentful over his duties.

Guarding the house suits his macho image much better than being a walking billboard.

Enjoy your weekend and keep cool!

Just In Case

2011-07-25T17:35:00.000-05:00

Just in case someone at work took the last piece of birthday cake.

Just in case your significant other forgot to make a deposit that caused three checks to bounce.

Just in case the cat threw up on the only place the carpet had left without a spot.

Just in case the dog got loose and you had to chase him around the neighborhood wearing only your nightgown.

Just in case you're sweating and swearing and sweltering on yet another steamy day in July, remember this.

Only five months from today we'll be thinking about other things.

Merry Christmas.

Well Versed

2011-07-21T07:11:00.001-05:00

If you're like me, the postal service usually delivers only two things: bills and junk mail. That being the case, I loved it when this copy of Well Versed, an anthology published by the Columbia Chapter of the Missouri Writer's Guild, appeared on my doorstep. It includes one of my short stories, but what made it even more fun is that a fellow Saturday Writer, Alice Muschany, has two stories included. She always was an overachiever. Way to go, Alice!

The book can be purchased through Amazon.

Meanwhile the heat wave continues. We went to an outdoor concert last night (crazy, I know) thinking we'd stay only for a few songs. However, the band was so good that we stood on hot brick singing and dancing to the blues music of The Red House for about three hours. They were wonderful and we were grateful for the outstanding show they presented in fierce weather conditions.

Hope all of you are keeping safe and cool, including our four-footed friends!

The Heat is On

2011-07-18T17:36:00.000-05:00

Today has been another scorching day. We're well into the 90's and the prediction is for the temps to grow increasingly hotter throughout the week. Staying inside seems to be the option of choice for most people and pets. I venture out after work to put fresh water in the bird bath because the wildlife definitely suffers in such extreme temperatures, too. I'm sure the birds are amazed at how quickly this old lady can fill up the community watering trough before beating a path back into the house.

My Indy-Boy is looking shaggy and uncomfortable, so it's about time to schedule another visit for him at the groomer. His summer buzz cut is not only fashionable, but a must in heat.

Bogey is not allowed outside. Therefore he simply doesn't get what all the fuss is about as he lounges in his splendiforous new bed.

"Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz"

On another note (pun intended), I bought this vintage sheet music (circa 1939) from an antique shop.

I thought I knew the music by heart, but was surprised to learn that "Over the Rainbow" had a short introduction with lyrics I'd never heard before. It definitely did not appear in the movie. Any "Wizard of Oz" buffs know the story on this?

From heat to rainbows to wishes...hope all of you have a great evening! Stay cool!

Book Blurb Friday-July 15

2011-07-15T17:26:00.000-05:00

It's Book Blurb Friday at Writing in the Buff. Lisa has another terrific photo which we are challenged to imagine as a book jacket cover. Our job is to write the blurb for a book based on that cover. Here's my take on it:

The Bridge to Nowhere

How could things have gone so terribly wrong? During a simple game of "fetch" Katie's beloved dog, Sandy, scampered across the old footbridge and disappeared into the forest of Nowhere Island. Katie's parents had warned her for years about the mysterious activity on the island. They'd forbidden her to even go near the place. Tears puddled her eyes.

What should she do? Turn back and lose Sandy forever, or defy her parents and risk everything to find him? Katie's decision will change the course of her family's life forever.

Happy Birthday Bogey

2011-07-11T06:49:00.001-05:00

On July 7 we celebrated Bogey's 4th birthday.

He did well with birthday loot, receiving several new treats that he liked so much they were consumed before I could find my camera.

Here's Bogey's new "teaser"...always a big hit. Why not? It contains his favorite thing: feathers.

After a hard few minutes of play, Bogey inspects his new bed, placed perfectly in front of his very own bird-viewing window.

Of our wildest wild child, Hubby looked at this unusually relaxed kitty and asked a question filled with hope.

"Do you suppose he'll start calming down now?"

Ummm...I wouldn't let that deceptively sweet face fool you.

Happy birthday, Bogey!

Thoughts on the Fifth of July

2011-07-06T18:50:00.000-05:00

We've finally returned to relative peace and quiet after the Fourth of July boomed a rather unwelcome litany...hours and hours of litany.

On the evening of the Fourth, Indy needed to go outside. He'd been in his crate and potty-time had long since passed. I knew he'd be reluctant to do it, since we were surrounded by people who felt the need to demonstrate their patriotic spirit as loudly as possible. So I planned to go with him as a reassuring presence. Perhaps it wouldn't be too bad. With his hearing loss, would he even notice what was going on?

Let me tell you, that dog still has hearing enough to detect fireworks.

He planted all four feet so firmly that I had to carry him outside. Booms and flashes of light filled the sky. Even I had to duck my head as missles and rockets exploded above us. Did we somehow get shipped to Afghanistan? And if so, where were the ruby slippers that could get us back home? Indy and I walked circles around the house, but no area was safe from the artillary. Pottying was not an option. I finally gave up and took him inside to wait for things to calm down. Sometime after midnight, we ventured back out. Luckily all that remained was a hazy cloud of blue smoke and blessed peace.

Somehow it seems the Fourth of July has gotten a bit out of control. Mega-monster gunpowder-packed explosives used to be reserved for professional Fourth of July displays. Now every wannabe G.I. Joe has them. Why do we need to detonate bombs to prove our patriotism? And am I the only one who thinks this practice is at best foolish, and at worst downright dangerous?

I liked the good old days of picnics, flag flying, and marching bands. Seeing straight precision lines of our armed forces never fails to stir patriotic feelings in me. Keep the fireworks. I'd way rather have my heart swell with pride than my ears ring with pain.

On July 5, I went outside to clean up litter from sticks and burned paper scattered in the yard. I glanced at the front porch and saw our old flag still waving gamely amidst the carnage. Faded red, white, and blue had never looked better.

And that's my idea of patriotism.

Red, White, and Blue Wishes

2011-07-01T09:23:00.000-05:00

From our house to yours, Happy Fourth of July!

"Hey! Will somebody get this *#@% thing off my head?"

Remember to keep those critters inside. It's going to be a firecracker hot weekend. Have fun and stay safe!

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2011-06-27T18:02:00.000-05:00

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By all reports, the Adoptathon in Joplin exceeded everyone's expectations. Hundreds of potential adoptive families jammed the streets and stood in lines waiting to visit the animals. It appears that nearly all of the available dogs and cats were adopted. You could call the event a real miracle.

The news made me happy, yet kind of sad, too.

After Hurricane Katrina, a similar frenzy to adopt displaced animals occurred. If a shelter let the public know they had Katrina animals, an abundance of people would appear, each clamoring to take one home.

But most critters don't come into shelters as a result of a monumental disaster. They arrive as strays, or after being abandoned by a family who had to move without them, or who had a child that developed allergies. Or they got too big, too old, or too sick. Although circumstances vary, each animal has a story that could break your heart as much as any highly publicized case. But they all need the same thing...a loving home.

You didn't see me on television
or read about my plight in the news
because I'm just an ordinary animal
watching with nose pressed against a kennel door
waiting for someone who'll look at my face
and somehow understand that
if you give me half a chance to show you
our future will be guaranteed.
I'll live in your heart forever,
you'll be one less person who's in need.

Belonging to a family is better than waiting in a shelter. Please don't forget the thousands of animals who still await a miracle.

Joplin Adoptathon

2011-06-23T17:37:00.001-05:00

If you're looking for a new furry family member, consider checking out a major adoptathon taking place this weekend, June 25-26, in Joplin, Missouri. The event is sponsored by the Joplin Humane Society and the ASPCA.

Since there are so many rescues (over 900 at last count) from the massive tornados that literally wiped out much of the town, adoptive fees will be waived for the event. All other adoption procedures remain in place. Each animal has been spayed/neutered, microchipped, and is up to date on immunizations. Take a look at one of many rescues who will be available for adoption. Who could resist that face?

Find it in your heart to adopt a homeless animal. But if you can't make it to Joplin, don't worry. I'm certain your local shelter has many dogs and cats that also need a loving home.

On a side note, one of my friends volunteered at the Joplin shelter last weekend. I was hoping for pictures and a story from her, but it turns out all the tornado rescues are in a separate donated building. No one but regular staff is allowed to handle them. This is done to reduce stress on the animals, so it's very understandable. The ASPCA is overseeing the Joplin effort. They have a lot of experience with disasters, and know how to run things smoothly. Volunteers have been instrumental in helping the organizations keep up with all the additional tasks brought on by the devastating tornados.

I'm praying that every animal in need (no matter where) will find a permanent, loving home!

Dogs I Have Known

2011-06-20T21:22:00.001-05:00

Over the weekend, I started to work on organizing boxes and bags of photos. They've been in storage in my basement for a while, having been collected from my mom's house and then later on, my aunt's.

It really is fun to sort through old pictures. The images trigger so many memories. My daughter laughed when she discovered that I could "name that pet" from every photo over the years. Missy, Boots, Peggy, Rags, Freckles, Blackie, Spottie, Chloe, Kishka, Schatzi, Ebony. They were all so special.

Looking at those sweet furry faces made the warmest feelings flood through me. The connection to each one of them seemed so vivid I could almost feel soft fur under my fingers...a gentle nudge against my arm...the wag of a familiar tail. No, I couldn't forget their names no matter how long ago they left this earth for the Rainbow Bridge.

I found a photo that marked the beginning of my canine love affair. I'm cradling my very first puppy. She was a black cocker spaniel, sweet as could be and I couldn't have been happier. It's hard to realize that this delicious moment occurred well over 50 years ago. Oh, and by the way...her name was Missy.

Could loving animals be a part of our genetic makeup, like blonde hair or blue eyes? If my family is any indication, I'd say we definitely have a critter-loving gene. Here's my grandmother, circa 1925, holding a chubby beagle pup.

From childhood, through adolescence, young adulthood, middle age, and beyond, I didn't really need the pictures to remind me that dogs have always been a big part of my life. And like any other family member or good friend, my dogs have helped to make each moment so much sweeter.

Of Cruising and Cooking

2011-06-17T08:37:00.001-05:00

I'm not a big risk taker. Yet I certainly admire those brave souls who are willing to step outside their comfort zone and take a chance. So when my friend, Linda O'Connell, over at Write From the Heart told me about her friend's new ambition, I couldn't resist checking it out.

Jean Ellen Whatley is an award winning journalist who decided to leave the grind of a regular job, pack up her pup, Libby, and cruise across the country and back again. She and Libby plan to visit dog parks along the way and share the stories of the people and pets they meet. I'm sure you'll be as interested in reading their adventues as I will, so check out the launch of her new blog, Off The Leash, Road Stories With My Dog.

Keep your eyes open, all you Critter Alley readers. Perhaps you'll run into Jean and Libby at a dog park near you!

Here at home, we have an unexciting weekend ahead. Indy is snoozing and Bogey is guarding the yard against potential bird or squirrel invasions.

Father's Day is only a few days away, and that makes me think about my dad. He passed away more than 30 years ago at the age of 46. So very young...

Dad's greatest joy was to barbecue. He was a master chef with a talent for creating the most tasty pork steaks I've ever had. And just like the mailman, neither rain, snow, or sleet kept him from cooking over an open fire. Here's proof positive:

This scene hung on the wall in my mom's house for years. I recently reframed it. The picture reminds me of a Norman Rockwell portrait...a sweet, funny, everyday moment captured forever.

Dad's barbecue tools were the most heavy duty utensils that money could buy. They were so durable, in fact, that Hubby is now the proud owner of the tongs. He uses them every time he barbecues and they still can turn over one heck of a pork steak.

Happy Father's Day! And Dad, hope you and Mom have enough pork steaks to feed all those angels!

Another Leap into Technology

2011-06-12T07:30:00.001-05:00

Ever since my first cell phone, I've used the device for nothing more exotic than as a basic tool for making and answering calls. Isn't that why you have a phone...to talk? I swore I'd never text until a few friends began to send me messages. And because they were at work, I had to text them back in reply. Mind you, texting isn't hard, it just takes so much longer to do than simply calling and talking. But long story short, I now do a limited amount of texting, too. Which leads me to my next leap into technology.

At the end of May I was at a conference where on the first day we were herded into a room due to tornado warnings. Everyone pulled out their smart phones or iPads and checked the weather radar. That's the first time I thought having a smart phone might be, well...smart.

It just so happened that I had passed the two year contract time when I typically buy my next basic phone, so I decided to go in with an open mind, and plenty of questions. As you might have guessed, here's the result of my shopping expedition:

I am now the proud owner of last year's model of the iPhone. Okay, so I didn't get the latest model. But since the 3G is being phased out by the 4G, it only cost me $50! I call that a great deal.

The features seem pretty simple. It comes with basic applications to do the things that most phone users need to do along with a few extras. I've figured out most of them. In fact, my learning curve has been less on this phone than any other, since it politely gives me directions in nice BIG letters. Now I just need to figure out all the new capabilities.

For example, I can check my emails and search for information. The phone gives me driving directions. It plays music. I've added apps for weather radar views and a really cool astronomy feature that identifies overhead stars, planets, and constellations. One downside I've noticed is that internet use drains the battery ultra-quick. It's good to keep the charger handy.

All in all, I'm loving this new phone, and Apple is certainly not paying me to say it.

If you're a tech-know-not like me, don't fear a smart phone. It's great, though I'm spending way too much time playing with it. A smart phone could definitely become addictive.

Is there an app for that?

Feelin' Hot, Hot, Hot

2011-06-08T18:52:00.000-05:00

It's hotter outside than a grilled habanero. My feet seem to sink into sticky asphalt as I plod from an air conditioned car to an air conditioned building. Is it supposed to be this hot in June?

The Midwest is sweating from record heat, so it's time for a reminder. NEVER leave a dog in a hot car. Even with windows open, a vehicle quickly becomes a deadly oven. It doesn't matter if you're "only going to be gone for a few seconds". That's all it takes for heat exhaustion to overcome an animal...or a person for that matter!

I know I'm preaching to the choir, but if each one of us educates at least 2 or 3 other people on the issue, think what a difference we could make! So let's get the word out.

And if you should notice any living being left in a hot car, don't hesitate. Call for help from animal control and/or the police. I've done it before and the authorities are most cooperative in providing assistance and making sure that the person responsible learns a valuable (and often expensive) lesson.

My Dog is Cool provided the above photo. Their site has great tips and interesting facts relevant to all dog owners. Check them out to learn more.

Stay cool!

The High Costs of Health

2011-06-06T17:50:00.001-05:00

You know that you visit the vet's office way too much when the staff call you and your pets by name, without the assistance of a cheat sheet. I stopped in today to pick up more of Indy's meds. He takes them (along with numerous other pills) twice daily to help with liver function problems.

It's been six months now and this metoclopramide has worked wonders to keep away Indy's vomiting and diahrrea caused by a compromised liver. Lucky for me, they're inexpensive.

Indy is a medical high maintenace dog. Over the years, in addition to seeing his regular vet, he's also visited numerous specialists in veterinary medicine. It all adds up to a lot of appointments and mucho money. But he's not alone.

Seems like I have plenty of doctor appointments, too. Let's see, there's the dentist, primary care doctor, dermatologist, chiropracter, physical therapist, gynocologist, and gastroenterologist. Tests galore result as everyone studies my bodily functions through bloodwork, mammogram, and, (joy of joys) the wonderful colonoscopy that I need to book again this year. Ain't it grand to be so popular?

My meds schedule is similar to Indy's. I take pills to give me gloriously normal blood pressure, pills to keep cholesterol in check, and a dandy little pill for acid reflux. Then there's the self-prescribed items: multivitamins, fish oil, calcium, and B-12. A lot of time and money goes into keeping this old body healthy.

When did my dog and I become so much alike? It appears time will take its toll on us all, whether human or critter.

But meanwhile, I discovered there's yet another appointment to make. Apparently Bogey is due for his annual vaccinations.

"Say whaaaaat???"

A New Name for an Old One

2011-06-02T19:00:00.000-05:00

Have I really been gone this long from Blogger-land? Last week was a mad rush of getting ready for a three day out-of-town conference. Then back home for four whole hours before re-packing and leaving to spend three more days at the river. Whew!

I've been trying to catch up both at work and at home ever since, and find that I could sure use a long weekend to recover from my long weekend! Now that my chin is finally (barely) above water, I'm looking forward to seeing what's been happening with everyone. I'll be visiting your blogs soon!

In the meantime, here's some local news. The St. Charles Humane Society, a group I've worked with for many years, has decided to change it's name. There were so many organizations using "St. Charles" as part of their name, and so much confusion about it, that a whole rebranding became necessary. However, the group has existed with it's original name since 1973, so it may be tough for them to get the public to understand that they aren't a brand new shelter.

In any event, henceforth, they will be known as the Five Acres Animal Shelter. Along with the new name, they've adopted a new logo and launched a new website. The site looks great, so if you can, stop by for a virtual visit.

Here's the new logo:

For those familiar with the group, not to worry. Five Acres Animal Shelter remains a no-kill shelter offering the same programs as before, including their pet food pantry program called Animeals, created for families in financial distress.

It's a huge undertaking to make a change like this. New stationary, new envelopes, new signs, new logo, and new web address are only the beginning. The biggest challenge of all will be getting the public to understand and embrace the "new" Five Acres Animal Shelter.

My fingers are crossed for them. They do wonderful work!

Churchill's Journey

2011-05-22T17:35:00.000-05:00

Many of you may recall me writing about our friend the sculptor, Don Wiegand. For the past 2 years, Don has been working on a bas relief of Winston Churchill, commissioned by the Churchill Foundation to be placed at Westminster University in Fulton, Missouri. This is the location where Churchill gave his famous Iron Curtain speech.

We got a call to come and see the piece before it traveled to Fulton.

Time is getting tight, but perfection is Don's motto.

Apparently Sir Winston needed a few touch-ups before making his grand entrance to Fulton. Here you see him being lovingly buffed and polished before a final sand blast occurs.

Sir Winston needs a bit more sparkle to his eyes. A light brush of a special artist's compound should do the trick.

Once the piece is assembled, this will form the top of Churchill's podium.

Don chats with another visitor, the Mayor of Chesterfield, Missouri.

This gentleman is filming the process for a locally produced documentary.

Here's the plan for the finished project at the Winston Churchill Memorial Plaza.

A few days after we visited, the heavy bronze pieces were trucked to Fulton and assembled on site.

Ta-da! The finished product.

Congratulations to Don and his hard-working crew. He's produced yet another masterpiece.

Am I ever lucky. I know some of the coolest people!

Father and Mother Goose

2011-05-17T18:23:00.001-05:00

We have a small lake behind our house which from time to time harbors various types of water fowl. These include Canadian geese, mallards, and herons. Although they aren't waterfowl, a few months ago a couple of eagles even stopped by for a brief fishing trip.

None are so cute, though, as the spring time brood of babies. This year we haven't seen any ducklings, but several families of geese have been strolling the area.

As you can see, my camera doesn't provide the best shots in photojournalism. If I only had a super duper fancy telephoto lens, these pictures would be ever so much clearer and closer. But what can I say? You work with what you've got.

Anyway, it's typical for either Father or Mother Goose to stand watch while the rest of the family feeds. Both parents are ferocious in their guard duties. They've been known to chase people who come near their babies without hesitation, hissing and biting all the way. I've been told that a bite from a goose feels a lot like being clamped by a pair of pliers. Ouch!

So would either Indy or Bogey consider trespassing on Goose territory?

"Only if you go first, Mom!"

My heroes.

Me vs Blogger

2011-05-14T21:33:00.002-05:00

On Thursday morning, I sat at the computer, ready to do some catching up. Critter Alley opened with no problem, but then...Surprise! Blogger would not let me log in. I went to my most recent remedy for such problems and clicked on "sign out". Usually Blogger will then politely allow me to properly sign back in. This time, no dice.

After trying the same method about 5 times, I gave up. No doubt some temporary little traffic problem. Surely later in the day things would be fine. I couldn't have been more wrong. Thursday night I went through the same process. Blogger still refused to allow me in. What's more, Critter Alley seemed to be doing some rather strange things. Comments disappeared, while some odd looking symbols showed up. What the heck did that mean?

Then I started to worry. Had Critter Alley somehow become corrupted? Could it have been hacked? All my attempts at solution failed. Once again I shut down the computer, hoping that Friday (the 13th) would be a better day. It felt so weird not to blog that I had to soothe myself by eating half a DQ ice cream cake.

Bright and early Friday morning I went back to Critter Alley hoping all would be well. But once again, I couldn't log in. Blogger doesn't provide a way to directly communicate with administrators, so while looking for answers in the "Help" section, I discovered that Blogger had apparently experienced some sort of major meltdown during maintenance work. The entire system had been put in "read only" mode while they tried to correct the problem.

Somewhat relieved that issues weren't unique to me, I shut down the computer and decided to try my luck on Saturday. To kill time, I finished off the rest of the ice cream cake.

On Saturday, signs of hope appeared. Blogger had posted a notice that issues were resolved, posts restored, and everything was back to normal.

Everything except Critter Alley, that is. After another hour of trying to figure things out, I posted my issues in the Blogger Issues forum. And I must say that would be a pretty darn handy place to visit if only you really got any help there. I still haven't heard a word from anyone.

So, amidst renewed sweating and slight hyperventilation, I went back to the drawing board, culling through the Questions and Known Issues Forums. Unfortunately, there were way more questions posted than answers. The hunt continued until much, much later.

Finally, I stumbled across a suggestion to clear my computer's history of cookies and cache. Now that sounded like pretty drastic measures to me. Delete my cookies? Clear my cache? And what in the world is a cache, anyway? Would this impact on my computer's functions? Erase valuable information? Produce the blue screen of death? Not to mention the fact that I hadn't the remotest idea how to perform such a deed.

After even more research, I found a step by step guide. Going into "Tools", I checked the appropriate boxes and pressed (gulp) the "Delete" button. A little blue bar traveled back and forth for a full three minutes.

Then, in a virtual sweat, I went back to Critter Alley. Attempted to log in...

Hooray! It worked! Finally, I'm blogging again and feeling so good about it that I didn't even bother to eat dinner tonight.

H'mmm. Do you suppose there's a 12 step program for bloggers?

Help Needed for Seasonal Allergies

2011-05-11T18:43:00.002-05:00

Most everyone loves spring. The grass greens, the flowers burst into bloom, and brilliant color dots the landscape. Such a sight can't help but brighten both the scenery and the soul. After a cold, damp and gray winter, what's not to like about spring?

How about seasonal allergies?

Perhaps due to the excessive rain, you've probably noticed that pollen is everywhere. Even after only 24 hours, if you wipe an outside table you'll see just how quickly and heavily the pollen has collected. As a result, there's an epidemic of sneezing, coughing, and watery eyes.

Critters have problems with allergies, too. While some dogs have symptoms similar to humans, my son's dog is the prime example of allergies that manifest as skin problems. Brady has always tended to be itchy, but in the spring, his troubles go far beyond the ordinary.

Here's how the poor guy looked on Mother's Day.

He's licked and chewed each side of himself literally bald. And when not licking his sides, he rubs his eyes raw against the carpet. Fortunately, Brady's doing better now with the help of antihistamines and steroids prescribed by his vet. A few years ago, Brady went to a doggie dermatologist for a while, but the array of injections, medications, and weekly appointments soon became cost prohibitive.

Many Critter Alley readers are experienced dog people. Does anyone know of a natural, effective treatment for spring skin allergies for dogs that won't break the bank?

We're itching to find an answer!

Mother's Day Thoughts

2011-05-08T05:00:00.001-05:00

When Critter Alley first launched, it seemed impossible that we'd ever pass the 200 follower mark. But recently it happened. We have 203 followers! It's an exciting milestone, and I'd like to extend my most sincere thanks to each and every one of you.

But there's something even more important than that to celebrate today. It's Mother's Day. Some of you will be fortunate enough to spend at least part of the day with your Mom. Others, like me, will have a bittersweet visit with Mom through special memories.

It's strange the way things work out. So many years later, I can hear my mother's voice when I speak, catch a glimpse of her face when I look in the mirror, and see a hint of her sturdy, capable hands reflected in mine. Our moms are the role models from whom we learn our first lessons and acquire so many of our everyday habits...even the frustrating ones we wish we could change.

Anyway, I'm pretty sure that most Critter Alley readers are "mom" to someone, whether through childbirth, adoption, marriage, or in one of those wonderful take-someone-under-your-wing-type relationships. I do hope that each one of you enjoys a beautiful and relaxing day.

And remember, if you're mom to a furry four-legger, don't you worry. It's Mother's Day for you today, too!

"Ruh-roh! Hey, Dad! We need to make an emergency shopping trip!"

Happy Cinco de Mayo

2011-05-05T06:52:00.001-05:00

It's Cinco de Mayo! Strange how popular this holiday has become in the United States. By some sources, it's celebrated more here than in Mexico, and I'm not surprised. Who wouldn't love an excuse to eat tacos, burritos, chimichangas, and nachos?

Today some will celebrate with friends in Mexican restaurants that will burst at the seams...as will their patrons once the party is over.

If you're planning to join the fun, here's my world famous recipe for margaritas. It's been tried, tested, and approved by many, and don't let the ingredients fool you. It DOES taste like a margarita!

Beer Margaritas

1- 12 ounce can of frozen limeade
1- can water (or white soda for a sweeter taste)
1- can Tequila
1- 12-ounce beer
1- lime
ice

Put the frozen limeade in a pitcher (not a blender). Use the can to measure water and Tequila. Add to pitcher. Add 12 ounce beer. Stir well.
Use lime slice to wet rim of glass, dip in salt, if desired, before filling glass with ice. Pour drink mixture over ice and enjoy.

Be careful...it's potent!

Happy Cinco de Mayo! Ole!!

ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER FROM INDY:

Anyone who has Mom's drinky-thing should DEFINITELY have a DESIGNATED DRIVER! Or better yet, stay home to party like I do!

The Moment Most Dogs Dread

2011-04-30T18:26:00.003-05:00

This afternoon, to Indy's complete dismay, he had a bath. Once I start getting complaints from the family about his too-pungent scent, we simply can't put off the process any longer.

Unfortunately, that boy is too smart for his own good. He knows what's up the minute I head for the bathroom with plastic cup and his special shampoo. Then it becomes a merry game of catch-me-if-you can before I'm able to finally grab his collar and hoist him into the shower.

To make things easier, I shed my clothes and go into the enclosure with him. It might sound weird, but it really works out well. That way every time Indy decides to shake off excess water or shampoo (which tends to be about 12 times per minute) it doesn't matter at all.

The agony is in the soap and water, but the ecstasy begins as soon as he's toweled dry. Then it's zoomies around the room, rolling on the carpet, snorting, snuffling, and a general demonstration of doggie delight.

Indy insists that sofas make superior bath towels.

Once he finally feels every stray droplet of water has been removed, it's time to stand for inspection, fur prickled up like a procupine.

With approval, comes relief.

Indy: "Glad that's done. I won't need another bath for a loooong time, will I Mom?"

Me: "That's right, Indy. You just keep on telling yourself that."

Tell me, is this what bath time is like at your house? Do you have critters who are bath time aficionados, or are they more like don't-get-me-wet-I-might-melt scardey cats?

"Scardey cat-schmardey cat. I take a bath every day. And Mom doesn't do it for me, either. She gets way too many hairballs."

Content Warning!

2011-04-25T18:47:00.001-05:00

Warning: For certain Critter Alley readers, this post contains what could be viewed as provocative content!!!

A few weeks ago, I attended a large gathering of friends for a day of chatting, eating, liberal use of favorite beverages, and music. We were gifted with perfect weather and a soft breeze that carried the tantalizing scent of smokey barbecue.

Two canines made an appearance at the party. Several of us sneaked them succulent morsels of food along with plenty of petting. Alas, poor Indy had to stay home. He wasn't happy about it.

(Canine comments censored by blog administrator)

In the midst of the day's revelry, a friend called me over to see a miniature party guest, who had been snuggling in a warm shirt pocket. Now...hold on to your collars...this is what I saw:

A baby squirrel!

How did my friend get him/her? Apparently when folks from the Forestry Department cut down trees, they sometimes find these tiny critters nesting inside. Rather than leaving them to die, foster families are called upon to bottle feed the babies and care for them until they're ready to be released back into the wild. We took turns holding this little one. It seemed calm and completely unafraid.

Forestry workers must have a heart as big as the trees they cut. Kudos to them for taking the time to look out for babies...no matter the species.

You may wonder why I was so enthralled. I've had my share of problems with squirrels in the past. They gnaw holes in my house, gobble up all the bird seed, and annoy me in general, so you'd think this discovery wouldn't particularly move me. But as I held the baby and stroked it's soft fur, I quickly went all mushy inside.

Seriously...who can resist a face like this?

Book Blurb Friday

2011-04-22T08:33:00.001-05:00

It's Book Blurb Friday at Writing in the Buff. Here's my suggestion at a mere 78 words, written in honor of Earth Day.

Storms and Sunshine

Acclaimed environmentalist, Stanley Greene, writes a compelling account of his secret twenty-year relationship with Mother Nature.

Greene's frank and down-to-earth expose finally puts to rest the rumors surrounding this enigmatic lady. Is she saint or sinner? A breath of fresh air or a whirlwind? And what does she really think about the impact of the human race on her domain?

Discover it all for yourself, including Mother Nature's eye-opening opinion of Greene's crowning achievement, the Stan Greene Movement.

Update-Senate Bill 113

2011-04-19T22:10:00.000-05:00

The pressure has been applied and Governor Nixon has responded.

However, rather than vetoing SB 113, the governor claims to have brokered a deal between humane organizations and those who were behind the effort to modify and soften effects of any new regulations as approved by voters.

I haven't seen all the details, but it sounds as though breeders are still getting much of what they wanted. A few modifications regarding space and hands-on veterinary care have been returned to the original legislation. As a result of the changes, the bill must now go back to the legislature for approval.

This doesn't sound like much of a compromise to me. The message still seems very clear. Missouri will continue to be known as "The Puppy Mill State." Breeders will keep cranking out litter after litter of puppies while politicians beam with self-righteousness over correcting the allegedly misguided attempts of the public to demand real change.

Dogs are the losers in this political deal.

And so are Missouri voters.

Blog the Change for Animals

2011-04-15T05:30:00.118-05:00

When I decided to participate in Blog the Change for Animals, I really planned on writing an upbeat story about a local shelter.

Then the politicians of the Missouri House and Senate changed my mind.

Last year through the democratic process, an initiative received sufficient signatures to be placed on the ballot for a statewide vote. Proposition B was designed to provide dogs in breeding facilities with humane care and treatment. The voters spoke. The measure passed. And that should end the story.

Instead, certain politicians, led by Senator Mike Parsons, have determined that we common folk are not capable of making a good decision. Therefore they have defied the will of the people by taking the law as previously passed and literally disemboweling it.

A few examples: The law as passed required a breeder to have no more than 50 (fifty!) breeding animals. This language was removed, allowing breeders to have as many animals as they choose. The law required breeders to give dogs an annual hands-on exam. Now a "visual inspection" is all that's necessary. Other specifics such as food, water, providing adequate space, and the number of times per year an animal can be bred were previously spelled out. Now these things are left up to a veterinarian or to "standards established by the Department of Agriculture".

I wonder if the aforementioned vet approval comes from the same veterinarian doing a hasty "visual exam"? And as for Department of Agriculture standards, we've already seen what that's gotten for Missouri...the title of "The Puppy Mill State".

This measure, SB 113, has passed the House and Senate. Now the only thing keeping it from becoming law is Governor Jay Nixon's signature.

Missouri residents: please consider asking the Governor to veto this bill. He can be contacted at 573-751-3222. Or, an email can be sent via this link.

Public officials need to know that they cannot undo the democratic process for their own agendas.

To the Politicians of Missouri:

The people of Missouri won't forget what you've done. We care about animals...and we vote.

Bunnies, Chicks, and Ducklings, Oh My!

2011-04-13T17:09:00.000-05:00

Easter is hopping our way with the speed of light...or should I say, the speed of a rabbit? It's a holiday that makes us think about all things Spring, and also never fails to entice legions of people into buying a live bunny (or duckling, or chick) as an Easter gift. This unfortunate practice has resulted in two things: the abandonment of thousands of animals over the years, and the death of many others due to neglect or abuse.

Yes, these little critters are cute, warm, and cuddly. But they are also creatures with plenty of needs that must be satisfied in order for them to thrive. Once the fun and excitement of Easter is over, who's going to take on the responsiblity of that adorable little animal?

Shelters everywhere will be forever grateful if you take this pledge: Never bring a live animal into your family until you've educated yourself on it's needs, and are willing to make it a lifetime commitment.

So this Easter, buy the kiddos colorful eggs, jelly beans, cute outfits, a soft stuffed critter, or a yummy chocolate one. They'll be happy, and so will you.

Oh, and while we're on the topic, remember this little known fact. I highly recommend the purchase of chocolate bunnies, because chocolate bunny ears belong to adults. At least that's what I told my kids--and who are they to doubt me?

Many thanks to Mr. Pip for the reminder badge posted above, and feel free to post it on your blog. It speaks volumes!

Motivating Moments

2011-04-11T21:24:00.000-05:00

I hate refueling my car. The price of gas is soaring higher than Sputnik, and it's depressing to think about just how much more we may be paying in the future. But I realize gasoline cost is one of those things that can't be changed by me, no matter how much I fret and grumble.

So rather than complaining about the dent in my pocketbook, I've decided to focus on another kind of refueling. It's the type of fuel that charges internal batteries and provides the energy that's necessary to reach a goal.

I'm talking about motivation.

For dieters, that energy might come from seeing a lower number on the scale. At work, it could be a compliment on a project well done. At home, perhaps a loved one articulates unexpected thanks for an everyday task. Any one of those things can serve to rev up an engine and get things rolling.

Writers need fuel, too. Crafting a story, essay, or article, is gas-guzzling work. And sending that labor of love out into the world for probable rejection is like having an ice pick shoved through the fuel line...or the heart. Sometimes you have to wonder, why am I doing this?

The reality is that rejection is a big part of any writer's life. But experiencing all those lows can make it all the sweeter when someone finally says "yes". Sort of like the way it feels to drive a cherry-red convertible on a brilliant spring day. Though the driver may believe her convertible to be sleek, fast, and a testament to good taste, how fabulous it is when that belief is confirmed by someone else.

Lately it's been way too easy for me to find other things to do than write. And not writing means not submitting...a sure fire way to avoid rejection. Yep, it's been a long time since my little red convertible has gotten much in the way compliments.

But rather than sputtering and coasting to a roadside halt, some good news has finally come my way. It's made the past week a definite refueler for me.

One of my short stories appeared in "The Storyteller".
I've been notified that another short story has been accepted for the Columbia Writer's guild anthology, "Well Versed-Literary Works 2011".
Of the two pieces I submitted to Missouri Writer's Guild contests, one took third place in the flash fiction category and the other was named third honorable mention in the humorous essay category.

Talk about some high octane fuel!

In my current state of delight (and shock), sitting down to write doesn't seem quite as tedious as it did two weeks ago. I'm feeling pretty good. My empty tank is full again and the road ahead is clear.

I suppose you could say that motivation is my green light. Now it's time to step on the gas pedal and see where we go.

What is it that energizes you?

Kitty Crimes

2011-04-08T23:17:00.000-05:00

He looks sweet and guileless. But don't let the picture fool you. Because that cat...is a career criminal. And I can prove it.

The F.B.I. (Feline Behavioral Institute) has identified the top six signs indicating a kitty who has abandoned all moral decency and fallen to a life of crime and depravity. Here they are (in no particular order).

1. Engages in late night antics that includes whisker-to-nose torture, shoving bedside items to the floor, and reposing upon the faces of sleeping victims.

2. Bites the hand of anyone audacious enough not to give head rubs upon demand.

3. Steps on the keyboard in a fashion calculated to cause maximum mistakes with minimum effort. Especially fond of the "Delete" button.

4. Lurks next to doors in order to escape to the outside world at the slimmest opportunity. Laughs at whomever is forced to run outside wearing ratty old pajamas while trying to effect a capture.

5. Attacks curtains without provocation. Uses resulting fabric shreds for future entertainment purposes.

6. Causes severe bodily harm to anything feathered. Hides the evidence.

I am sorry to report that my seemingly chaste cat is guilty of all the above...and more. When confronted with the facts, he gave the following statement...

"I ain't talking until I see my lawyer, Purr-y Mason!"

The Storyteller-Edition 16

2011-04-04T17:35:00.000-05:00

These days it's tough for a publisher to stay afloat. Between electronic books, web books, and other publishing venues, more and more printers of the written word are disappearing...a sad effect of the computer age. For me, this supplies plenty of incentive to support books and magazines in print.

A prime example is The Storyteller. If you've never seen it before, you're in for a treat. It's comes out quarterly, and is devoted to providing publication for writers and quality entertainment for readers. Short stories, essays, and poems are all acceptable genres for submission. While there is no payment currently offered for submissions, sometimes it's worth a million bucks just to see your name in print. The cost of a subscription is modest, so do check it out.

I'm fortunate to have my short story, "The Tip", published in the most recent edition of The Storyteller. The magazine arrived on Saturday, and I've been thumbing through it ever since. With feature columns, twenty-nine short stories, four non-fiction pieces, four essays, and fifty poems, it's definitely worth the price.

If you have a story or poem that you love, and one that you think others would enjoy reading, too, check out The Storyteller. Submission guidelines appear on their website.

Book Blurb and the Truth

2011-04-01T17:36:00.001-05:00

It's time for the Friday Book Blurb. Thanks to Lisa at Writing in the Buff for this week's photo prompt. Here is my offering at 120 words:

The Red Flower

For as long as Cara Princeton could remember, Jason Kippler had been part of her life. Next door neighbor, school-mate, and friend, over the years their relationship bloomed into something much deeper. Each month Jason sent Cara a single red flower as a token of their passion. She knew their love would last forever.

Then Jason mysteriously disappears without a trace. Cara is confused. Logic tells her she's been deserted, but her heart simply won't agree.

When Cara finds a red flower carefully attached to the tree where she and Jason first kissed, she knows it must be a message.

But can she discover what happened to Jason? And is she strong enough to handle the events that will change her life forever?

******

And now on to other business. I loved your guesses on my truth or lie post. Now it's time for me to 'fess up.

1. True! Indy has visited the KSDK television studios to help advertise events for the St Charles Humane Society on multiple occasions. On his first visit, weatherman Mike Roberts picked him up thinking it would make a cuddly-cute picture while he talked weather. Four month old Indy had other ideas. He wriggled and squirmed so violently that Mike had to put him down with a decidedly unelegant thump, in order to give his report.

2. False! I wanted a horse so badly that I nagged my parents about it constantly. My dad's reply was always the same, "Where you gonna keep a horse...in the garage?"

3. True! I spent a month at my best friend's place in Dallas, Texas. We hung out with real cowboys, part of a group called the Cow Town Posse. I got to ride a very valuable (and beautiful) barrel racer. It was the highlight of my fourteen-year-old summer!

4. True! When I was quite young, I begged for a dog. With a constant "No" ringing in my ears, I did the next best thing and created one. My invisible pup was quite well behaved and never once had a potty accident.

5. True! I can't explain why, but the morning after a terrible thunderstorm (lightening and thunder galore--the kind that makes you cover up your head and pray), the fish had become surface floaters. Household grown-ups informed me that the lightening must have gotten them. The poor things were flushed into a swirling and swift burial at sea.

There you are. Four truths and a lie.

Remember, I've passed on this honor and would love to see someone else take on the challenge.

How about you?

The Award of Untruth

2011-03-28T17:41:00.003-05:00

Many thanks to Lisa over at Writing in the Buff. She has been kind enough to send me this prestigious award designed specifically for writers of all things fictional...better known as the Liars Club.

My task is to tell four truths and one lie about myself. You, dear readers, are given the job of deciding which statements are truth, and which one is the fib. Here goes:

1. One of my dogs appeared on television four times, once while held in the arms of a well known local weather forecaster. The weatherman's efforts to report on upcoming conditions were utterly foiled due to losing the ensuing wrestling match with my squirming, uncooperative pooch.

2. My parents bought me a horse for my tenth birthday. He and I logged more than 1,000 miles of trail riding together before I went away to college and had to sell him.

3. And speaking of horses, I once got to ride with the Cow Town Posse in Texas, running a barrel race on a rodeo horse valued at over $10,000.

4. My very first dog was imaginary. He lived under the kitchen table and was partial to scraps sneakily delivered to him straight from my plate.

5. I had two goldfish who died during a thunderstorm. Having the bowl close to a window during a highly charged electrical event is apparently fatal to goldfish health.

There you are! My four truths and a lie, all critter-related, of course. So let's see how good I am at writing fiction. Do you know which statement is a fib and which are the truth? All will be revealed in a few days.

Now I must pass along this task to four other blogs. Since that job is even more difficult than the original challenge, I have chosen to select the first four blogs on my Blog Roll List for this honor. However, that will be tricky to determine since the order of the list literally changes from minute to minute.

Hey, fiction is all about surprises, isn't it?

Celebrating a Milestone

2011-03-24T19:22:00.000-05:00

"Which pressie is my fa-fur-it?"

"H'mmm. I really like this one."

"Yep, the green chewie pup fits my mouth just right!"

"Thanks for the pressie, Mom!"

Yesterday was Indy's 11th birthday, and for many reasons, it was quite a milestone.

Only four months ago, his vet gave me a dire diagnosis. After days of vomiting, diahrrea, and major lethargy, she ran tests and then showed me his X-ray. Indy's liver had shrunk to less than half its normal size. He had developed cirrhosis of the liver, more than likely caused by repeated bouts of gastrointestinal problems. She said he could have days, or at best, a couple of months left to live, and even made "final decision" suggestions.

Once I was able to process the message, I decided to get busy and do some research. I found information on care for dogs with liver disease and followed the suggestions. After all, what did we have to lose? Indy went on a strict diet regimen of lean, high quality home cooked food. Only wholesome organic treats were allowed. Daily meds to control vomiting and diahhrea became part of the regimen. We added the supplements Vitamin E and Denosyl daily, along with a multi-vitamin intended for senior dogs.

Things aren't perfect. Indy still has a few vomiting episodes from time to time, and has developed some minor obsessive habits, but for the most part he's doing well. After receiving such a negative prognosis, I wasn't sure he'd even be around for his next birthday. And here we are, celebrating number 11.

I suppose this serves as a lesson. It's a good idea to check into alternative remedies if you have a critter with chronic health problems. Whether a vet or a human doctor, the official medical world doesn't know everything there is to know about healing. It never hurts to look at all the options.

With no guarantees, each extra day is a blessing. Indy seems to be happy and enjoying life.

And that's exactly how I want it to be for my little old guy.

So happy birthday, Indy!!!! Here's hoping we celebrate many more milestones together!

Here's What's Happening

2011-03-21T20:11:00.001-05:00

It's been a week since I've posted, and where the time has gone is beyond me. Aside from general busy-ness, my excuse for last week included a nasty cold. By the time I got home from work each day, it took everything I had to crawl through the door and vegetate til the next morning arrived. Oh, how I hate being sick! Fortunately, things are looking up. I now only have to blow my nose 5 times a day rather than 500.

We traveled to the St Francis River for the annual Missouri Whitewater Kayak Races over the weekend. The weather cooperated enough to provide an excellent crowd that cheered on the racers while they navigated the race course. The Saint was high and fast, perfect for making speedy travel.

It always surprises me to see who attends the races. Obviously not only people love to watch kayakers!

Indy and Tinkerbell relax during a break in the action.

In a photo nutshell, that's what's been going on with us. We're now in progress of visiting blogs. Can't wait to see what's been going on with YOU!

Winter--Back Again?

2011-03-14T18:07:00.001-05:00

Old Man Winter arrived during the night for what (I hope) is his last hurrah. We got 2-3 inches of wet heavy snow...the kind that comes down in flakes the size of quarters that plop to cover all surfaces below. The whole event also took the weatherman by surprise, given that only flurries were predicted. The resulting morning traffic tie-ups gave me plenty of time to contemplate things.

It's hard to believe we're only a few days from the official start of spring. Even harder to believe we could go to over 70 degrees on Thursday. For those who love variety in atmospheric conditions, consider a move to Missouri. It's the place you can safely bet that if you don't like the weather, all you need to do is just wait a minute.

Meanwhile, Bogey is up to his usual feline activities. Scratching whatever he can get his paws on, jumping on the keyboard, knocking over moveable objects and crawling into any empty box, no matter the size. For some reason, this shot kind of reminds me of the last time I tried on a swim suit.

But there's been no thoughts of swimsuits lately. I seem to have developed a terrible case of sluggishness. I can't move easily from one point to another. Even wearing my most comfortable robe, I'm so slow that nothing at all is getting accomplished. It's as though some sort of an anchor is holding me down, preventing me from making any progress. What in the world could be holding me back?

Oh, yeah. Now I remember.

Another Book Blurb Friday

2011-03-11T17:19:00.000-06:00

It's book blurb Friday over at Writing in the Buff. Blurbs must be 150 words or less, excluding the title. Here's my contribution (at only 59 words).

Title: Prudent Passage

A tree filled park is every dog's dream...and could become every owner's nightmare.

Know the hazards you and your canine friend can encounter before venturing along another tree-lined path. From insect pests to muggers, author Jack T. Ripper covers it all.

This book has been endorsed by leading animal welfare organizations and the National Victim Advocate Association.

What Boomers Want

2011-03-07T17:55:00.001-06:00

Recently a national news station did a segment on baby boomers that interested me. Apparently many companies are gearing their products toward the formidable buying power of a generation that is re-fashioning the idea of what it's like to be a "senior" citizen. Exactly what do baby boomers want? Since I fit in that category, I feel qualified to answer.

We want to be active. We want to feel good. We want to look attractive. Thus a large segment of current product marketing is now geared toward those who have reached the fearless fifties and above.

It's about time.

Seems like everything has been geared toward the young. Clothes, makeup, movies, you name it. Isn't it fair that we more mature, experienced, and seasoned people get our due? We may have shrinking incomes and dubious future social "security" benefits, but we still manage to spend some pretty significant money.

It costs me more now to buy special face cream, maintenance body care products, and for that trip to the hair salon. I visit the dermatologist regularly to have my skin burned or a growth excised due to years of sitting in the sun. I take prescriptions that help keep everything in decent working order. It all costs money. But that's okay.

We can't slow down time. And while I try not to obsess about aging, I don't plan to roll over and let Father Time whack me upside the head, either. I don't think I'm different from most people my age. Who doesn't want to be at their best?

And regardless of age, I think most anyone would agree that a little primping and pampering not only makes us look better, it just plain makes us feel good, too.

Even my old Indy boy struts and prances after a visit to the groomer. As you can see, he seemed quite happy after his appointment on Saturday.

Before:

After:

Spiffed and polished, Indy ran zoomies around the house once he got home. That indicates a happy dog.

And for the record, at my last doctor appointment, the (young) nurse practitoner looked at my chart and said, "Not that you're old or anything, but you look a lot younger than you are."

That day, I ran a few zoomies myself.

Book Cover Meme

2011-03-04T18:37:00.001-06:00

Writers are so creative...and fun, too!

Lisa, over at Writing in the Buff has created a meme you're sure to enjoy. Each Friday she challenges writers to create a back cover blurb for a faux book cover. The blurb must be 150 words or less. Hop over and give it a try. Here's my contribution at seventy-three words:

Title: The Eyes Have It

When local librarian David Booker is murdered, parliamentarian expert and part-time sleuth Katrina J'anal, knows something is definitely out of order. Her prime suspect, man-about-town Clint Hunkington, refuses to cooperate with Kat's investigation. She discovers him breaking into the scene of the crime, and Kat realizes he's hiding something that's bound to propel them both into perils far beyond amending a debatable motion. What is Clint's secret?

And is he a man Kat can love...or a killer?

Thank You, Thank You!

2011-02-28T19:31:00.001-06:00

Dear Hootie and Baby Rocket Dog:

When Mom went to the mailbox on Saturday she found a package. She said it was addressed to ME. Bogey's name was on it, too, but MY name came first!

Mom gave the package to us. We inspected it closely.

Bogey found something interesting.

So did I.

A cool surfer dog for me! And a wiggly fur toy for Bogey!

As you can see, we love them.

The prizes came from Hootie and Baby Rocket Dog's costume contest. Both Bogey and I entered. I got an honorable mention, and this was MY prize! Bogey didn't win (ha!) but Hootie and Baby Rocket Dog (and their Mom) sent him something anyway.

Thanks very, very much Hootie and Baby Rocket Dog!

Love,
Indy

P.S. Bogey here. Thanks for the wiggly toy. It's lots of fun. But I still think my costume was better than Indy's. I give you Exhibit A.

New Tricks

2011-02-25T21:49:00.003-06:00

Are you the type of person that embraces change, or dreads it?

I tend to be a creature of habit. Routine is comforting to me. When I know what to expect, I know how to respond. It's a comfortable way to live, though perhaps not all that exciting.

For several decades (yes, decades) I've worked at the same place, doing the same job. And for the most part, I've been happy, with absolutely no desire to look elsewhere. Over the years, I've even passed up various opportunities within my office. No point in fixing what isn't broken.

Well, starting on March 1, that's all going to change. After wrestling with the pros and cons, I took a leap of faith and interviewed for a newly created position within the office. Last week, I got the job.

My first reaction was excitement. Then I started to think about it. How long will it take to get the hang of things? What type of tasks will make up my day? Will I like what I'm doing? Oh, how thinking along those lines can start to drag you down. I began to question my decision. Perhaps I'd made a mistake. It would be so much easier to stick with my old job. I could do it in my sleep.

But then I realized that perhaps I've been sleepwalking long enough.

So my mission now is to focus on the positive. I'll be taking over much of the office grant writing responsibilities. Writing is something I enjoy. I'll be doing research and planning. Two more things that appeal to me. Some travel may be involved. Seeing a few new places doesn't sound bad either.

Adrenaline and excitement are powerful fuels. I'm beginning to percolate with ideas. Explore different options. Get ready for another chapter in my life.

And like any other old dog, I'm going to prove that I can still learn a few new tricks.

The Problem with Observant Pets

2011-02-22T17:55:00.001-06:00

"Bogey, I watched a show yesterday where a doctor said keeping active is important. He says if you don't, things will happen to bring bad con-se-kwenses to you. I've seen Cops enough times to know I don't want any bad con-se-kwenses."

"Good idea. And no worries. I've seen Mom practice the same routine a million times. I know exactly how to do it."

"Okay, then, let's...Bogey, wait a minute. Where are you going?"

"It works like this, my friend. First you study the treadmill. Next you go to the kitchen for a snack. Then you whine and growl around a bit before grabbing a good place to sit on the couch."

"I can only hope the Exercise Police don't find out about this."

A Book and a Funeral

2011-02-18T17:42:00.001-06:00

Some of you may know that Santa brought me a Nook for Christmas. As a person who loves the look and feel of a book in their hands, I wasn't sure. Would I like this new-fangled electronic reading device? After a few months, the answer is an emphatic "Yes", which leads me to my blog post for today.

I bought the book, "Heaven is for Real", by Todd Burpo for my Nook. Why? Simple. It was inexpensive and had plenty of good reviews. So I figured, why not?

I'm so glad I did. Written simply and from the point of view of a father (who just happens to be pastor of a small Nebraska church), the story describes what happens when Burpo's three year old son, Colton, nearly dies after his appendix bursts.

Without giving away too many details, once Colton recovers, he casually refers to an apparent visit he made to heaven. There are things he mentions that he had no way of knowing. His parents are understandably astounded. Colton's observations astounded me, too, making for a swift and memorable read.

But why, might you ask, am I dedicating a Critter Alley post to this book?

A couple of reasons. All dedicated animal lovers will be happy (though perhaps not surprised) to know
that among other things, Colton reports seeing animals of all kinds in heaven. And why not? You only have to look into a beloved pet's eyes to know they have a soul.

Second, events of this past week made me do a lot of thinking about life after death. My boss of over 30 years passed away after a three year battle with cancer. He was only 61 years old. This was a man who approached every task with a strategic plan. His determination and drive brooked little in the way of discussion. He reminded me of an unstoppable force, and nothing kept him from achieving what he set out to do.

That single minded characteristic annoyed more than a few people, but he never let that fact bother him. His job was his life, and I can't recall a time when he gave less than 1000% to do what he felt was the right thing to do.

So naturally we thought he'd beat cancer, too. Yet it wasn't in the cards.

The experience made me think more about what happens once our short time on earth is over. If you've had any type of religious upbringing, you take on faith that the soul continues on after the body fails. Though faith is a beautiful thing, I must admit the logical part of my brain loved hearing young Colton's observations about what, and who, he saw during his near-death experience. The book brought me a lot of comfort this week, and if you are grieving, it might be something that speaks to your heart, too.

Many people attended my boss's funeral on Thursday, February 17. The sun blazed down on us, providing a beautiful morning that reached 74 degrees. Practically unheard of in Missouri on a mid-February day. It wasn't a surprise for me. I'm pretty sure my boss arranged things. If anyone could, it would be him.

Though plenty of tears flowed, we still had to smile at the thought of our boss negotiating with God to have good weather for his funeral.

You haven't lost any of your skills, Ray. You're just using them in a brand new office.

My Weekend

2011-02-15T18:42:00.001-06:00

My mom.

My dad.

My bench.

My river.

My cat. Wearing his "Not Happy" face.

My back. Anyone watching it?

An Unusual February Weekend

2011-02-12T07:16:00.000-06:00

The news about the weekend is all over. The birds have been tweeting about it (if you don't believe me, check out their Twitter page) and the squirrels have dragged out their lawn chairs. Even the weatherman agrees.

No snow this weekend. The temperatures will ascend into the 50's for the first time in months. After what we've been through, it will almost feel balmy. Like our tropical imagination vacation from a few days ago.

Indy is ready to roll. He senses a trip to the river in this forecast.

But Bogey remains distracted.

"Birds? Did you say something about birds?"

Hope the weekend is looking good for you, too!