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I abhor the abuse of animals
I love animals and when I hear of one being abused it hurts my heart.
This is Lucy, she lives with us. We love her very much, she sure has the life.
Lucy didn’t always have such a lush life, she carries scars all over her little body from abuses of some form.
Now she’s loved, happy, and spoiled rotten.
She’s the lucky one.
Unlike a Bull Terrier whose graphic picture of his bloody dead body is being used all over the internet to illicit horror on his part. He is not lucky. He was a victim of people’s ignorance and cruelty.
Fireworks, I still hate ’em
Poor Lucy, blissfully asleep. Stretched out full length and snoring like an old drunk, she woke up and piled off the couch like a shot when one very loud firework went off.
Next thing I know she’s opening her crate door and hiding in the back of her crate.
I drop the towel down over the unlatched door and she rattles around then plops down to go to sleep in there.
I am pissed that she’s so scared she hides.
I am pissed that this is only the beginning of her terror filled nights yet to come as the idiots keep setting them off, 1 here, 1 there intermittently, all night, every night. The entire summer.
I could comment on the shootings in Alexandria, VA, during Republican Congressional baseball practice but it has been rehashed a million times.
All I’ll say is that the man who did it was another domestic abuser nutjob. You can find them in any political affiliation, unfortunately.
Instead I’m going to talk about the lack of respect shown to Senator Kamala Harris. Sorry guys, but you need to treat her with the same respect you expect to get. In fact y’all need to treat ALL women with the same respect you want to be treated with.
Porch sitting dog
I do believe that Miss Lucy is going to be one of those great porch sitting dogs.
The other day I cleaned up and put The Curmudgeon’s mother’s old plastic garden bench on the front porch. (We’d had it in various spots in the yard.)
Yesterday, Lucy spotted the neighbor seated on the porch wall between our porches and began to bark at her. Not a mean bark, she was doing her ‘I want to go see her now’ bark.
So, I leashed her and took her out to say hi to Susan. All tail wags and happiness Lucy got to greet her friend.
Susan’s friend showed up so she went to talk to him and Lucy got tired of waiting for her to return. I showed her the bench and invited her to sit there with me. She had a great time.
“Gee, Mom. Wouldn’t the bench be great with a soft cushion on it? Like the couch?”
Yay for warm weather
To relax on the porch with a glass of wine…divine!
I love that an entire small bottle of Clover Hill chocolate cherry Chamborcin fit into one large wine glass.
Read a few chapters of a new book.
Today’s T-shirt
Back to his normal self
The Curmudgeon bounced back pretty well.
Lucy made sure he got plenty of exercise throwing her big, red, squeaky ball for her.
She really loved that he shared some of his grilled cheese with her.
So this happened to our day….
He had an appointment with his Neurologist. Before we left the house he seemed weak. I dropped him at the front door and went to park as usual. Come to find out, he fell by the front door and someone helped him up AND helped him go to the neurologist’s office before I got up there.
He was very weak when I got to the office. I converted his walker to transfer chair mode and wheeled him into his appointment when they called his name.
The PA took his vitals and temperature. His temperature was 101.4 and he was getting weaker by the minute.
We all decided that calling an ambulance was probably the best idea.
I drove to the hospital–beating the ambulance there.
His temperature rose to 103.6 in the ambulance.
Several hours later, in the hospital they got his fever down, ran a ton of tests, and could find…nothing.
Yep, there we were again with another fever of unknown origin. He also felt well enough that they sent him home rather than admit him.
(Darn, there went a couple days of vacation for me. 😉 )
So, he’s home.
It used to be one could actually relax
Relaxing these days is next to impossible as more and more reports come in about #45 and his family’s complete lack of morals and honesty.
“Trump’s charity foundation funneled $100,000 in donations meant for St. Jude’s Children’s Research Hospital to the Trump Organization by using his son Eric’s charity as a cover.”
Then you have the CEO of the Mylan company.
“Nothing embodies the callous cruelty of the price-gouger than Robert Coury, the chairman of the Mylan company which owns the rights to the ubiquitous Epi-Pen. Even though EpiPens only contain about $1 of the drug epinephrine, Mylan has ratcheted up prices to $609 a box. Mylan has been called out countless times and hasn’t changed, even as revenue has skyrocketed, hitting $11 billion last year.” N.Y. Times reports.
My opinion?
New rule:
When a corporation pulls this sort of blatant act of pure greed that is harmful to the public, their rights to a patent should be pulled. The patented item should then be allowed to be produced by any drug company that wishes to produce it at a fair market price.
To Great Britain
I stand with you after the tragedy of this latest attack in London.
With me stand many other Americans.
We are ashamed of #45 and cannot apologize enough for that egomaniac’s small minded comments.
Stand strong, stand united, and be kind to each other.
Sincerely,
Me and all the others who….
DIY OMG SOS!
So many projects that he never finished or even started.
All of which he is incapable of doing now.
I look at what needs doing and my back clenches in pain.
The clearing out, the painting, the building of things, and fixing up things.
The indoor projects the outdoor projects.
The clean up, the repairs…
Some days are tiring.
Believe it or not I actually hoped a package we were expecting would come late in the day so I could blow off going anywhere.
Didn’t happen.
His package arrived before noon.
Therefore, I had to load him in the car, make a stop at the local CVS to pick up his medications, then run him out to get a haircut.
While he got the haircut I ran over to the grocery store and picked up a few items.
Once we got home I had to unload the car, put away groceries, and take Lucy out before I could sit down and take the pressure off my back.
An hour later I was cooking dinner.
Today’s shirt
I hope they blow their hands off …
Fireworks.
Hate them!
Not the professional displays mind you, I hate the idiots that set them off in the streets at all hours of the night and day.
Poor Lucy spent the night hiding in her crate. Idiots!
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