Yeah, they do…

Children and animals are often made for each other.   If  these pix  don’t make you go “Aww”,  you have no heart,  and are hereby excommunicated from the human race.

I grew up with dogs and cats and horses.   I decided early on I liked them better than I did most of my own species.   After all these years,  I still feel much the same.

 

 

 

Some good news…

If you’re as weary of seeing all the destruction in Oklahoma,  you must watch this  delightful video where a woman finds her dog alive in the wreckage of her home.

Bear in mind that the town of Moore complained in February about  regulatory delays  from state and federal agencies that were preventing it from getting money for its countywide tornado shelter rebate program.   That makes the comments of His Oneness on the federal government being there for as long as it takes ring quite hollow.

ObamaCare ups vet costs…

As if I didn’t already loathe this unconstitutional power grab of a sixth of the nation’s economy,  one of the newly released I.R.S. regulations will make caring for your  pets more expensive  by taxing things such as exam gloves.   This pertains to the ObamaCare taxes on medical devices.  Be sure to thank all of your neighbors who voted for His Oneness and Our Lady of Expensive Vacations and Perpetual Dissatisfaction.

Snow in the South…

If you live in the Deep South,  even a few flakes of snow constitutes an occasion for excitement.    If you have enough to stick to the ground, you bundle up the children and let them run crazy.    That is what my dogs have always done.    The Welsh Corgis thought someone had kindly made a giant slip-n-slide for them.    My Border Collie just considered it cold and wet,  but as always,  was happy enough to go out in it with me.    I had to put him down at Christmas because of an embolism that kept returning,  and I miss him terribly after 12 years of  eager companionship.    He was a talker,  and very smart,  with a working vocabulary of about 70 words and phrases.

I don’t go to animal shelters, because my instinct would be to inquire how many I could fit into my truck.    But the local ones will call me if a Border Collie is turned in,  because not everyone can deal with their combination of intelligence and stubbornness and energy.

My point is that in pinched economic circumstances,  pets often lose their homes.    If you have room for one more,  please consider it.  Rescues are always grateful and they always remember.    I’ve had several,  and even the ones who had just average brains were so chock full of try and so attentive that they were superior pets.

If your household is full,  scrape a few pennies together for your local shelter.    Most of them always need old towels and newspapers,  and many also accept aluminum cans for recycling.    Call yours and see what they need, won’t you?

Meanwhile,  instead of seeing a black and white streak tearing around the yard, I ‘ll have to enjoy my bright red cardinals perching on the fence,  awaiting their turn at the feeders.