Monday, November 29, 2010
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Friday, November 12, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Foster Dogs.
This is Bailey.
The first of what I’m sure will be many Australian Shepherds we will foster over the coming months. I met someone who does a lot of work for the New Spirit 4 Aussie Rescue organization. You can read about them here. With the high demand for relinquished or abandoned Aussies and, with the lesser amount of foster homes to transition these dogs into an adoptive home, she asked if we would be interested in fostering. And so, Bailey came into our lives last Friday. He is four. And he is a character.
I like Bailey. And he likes me. He has been a great running buddy, herder of my family members, thief of used, wet towels, and chaser of squirrels. He has been a lover of my children and, on occasion, has used one of us as a recliner.
So today we say goodbye to Bailey and, although we are sad to see him go, I suspect our grief will be short lived. A little bird told me the Australian Shepherd fairy will be visiting our home while we are at school today. I’m glad because in the few short days Bailey has been here we’ve kinda gotten used to a giant, wet nose following us around the house.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Small Townness. Part 1.
When I was in high school and one of the sports teams had won enough regular season games to advance to area conference, regional or even state playoff games, the event was marked by a blurb read over the morning announcements at school. Anyone outside the school walls only knew of such achievements by reading the fine print in the sports page of the Palm Beach Post or was directly related to someone on said team. There really was never any great fanfare.
In our small town, team spirit is an all encompassing small town event. When the teams are leaving town, a crowd of well wishers gather on Main Street to honk their horns and shake their pom-poms
while the team and their bus get a siren screaming, light flashing fire truck escort out of town.
After four years of small town living, there are still some things I just have not gotten used to.
Monday, November 1, 2010
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