...Second year into my second half century! So much have transpired during the first half century of my life. Many things have influenced and formed the woman that I have become today. This blog is just about my next half century!
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~ Twas the night of Thanksgiving, but I just couldn't sleep. I tried counting backwards, I tried counting sheep. The leftovers beckoned- the dark meat and white but I fought the temptation with all my might, tossing and turning with anticipation the thought of a snack became infatuation.
So, I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door and gazed at the fridge, full of goodies galore. I gobbled up a turkey and buttered potatoes, pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes. I felt myself swelling so plump and so rouns, 'till all of sudden, I rose off the ground. I crashed through the ceiling, floating into the sky with a mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie, but I managed to yell as I soared past the trees....
Happy eating to all; Pass the cranberries, please. May your stuffing be tasty, may your turkey be plump. May your potatoes 'n gravy have nary a lump, may your yams be delcious, may your pies take the prize, and may your Thanksgiving dinner stay off your thighs.
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!
(Above was recieved from my Mom via email)
From All of Us,
Abigail, BeagleMommie & Abigail's Master
P.S. We are very "thankful" to have Abigail in our lives!
Abigail has been very very good in the fenced backyard while My husband and I tackled the chore of raking and blowing leaves from our massive front yard to the roadside. On Wednesdays, our city's "Vacuum" truck comes around our neighborhood and vacuum up the leaves. We currently have about 200' long, 3-4' high and 5' wide row of leaves beside the road. Is that a lot?
Abigail has been wearing a very fashionable sweater. The weather is a bit brisk. Abigail has been amusing herself with our neighbors. They think that she is adorable. We think that too!
With the fresh air all day, Abigail is tired and worn out. I think I feel the same!.
In a day or two, I will ask Abigail to see if she would fashion the sweater for a picture.
~I had recieved this "Rescuer's Bridge" from Abigail's Foster Mommy, June, who is with Alcovy Pet Rescue, Inc.
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Rescuer's Bridge I
Unlike most days at Rainbow Bridge, this day dawned cold and gray, damp as a swamp and as dismal as could be imagined. All of the recent arrivals had no idea what to think, as they had never experienced a day like this before.
But the animals who had been waiting for their beloved people knew exactly what was going on and started to gather at the pathway leading to The Bridge to watch.It wasn't long before an elderly animal came into view, head hung low and tail dragging. The other animals, the ones who had been there for a while, knew what his story was right away, for they had seen this happen far too often.
He approached slowly, obviously in great emotional pain, but with no sign of injury or illness. Unlike all of the other animals waiting at The Bridge, this animal had not been restored to youth and made healthy and vigorous again.
As he walked toward The Bridge, he watched all of the other animals watching him. He knew he was out of place here and the sooner he could cross over, the happier he would be. But, alas, as he approached The Bridge, his way was barred by the appearance of an Angel who apologized, but told him that he would not be able to pass. Only those animals who were with their people could pass over Rainbow Bridge.
With no place else to turn to, the elderly animal turned towards the fields before The Bridge and saw a group of other animals like himself, also elderly and infirm. They weren't playing, but rather simply lying on the green grass, forlornly staring out at the pathway leading to The Bridge. And so, he took his place among them, watching the pathway and waiting.One of the newest arrivals at The Bridge didn't understand what he had just witnessed and asked one of the animals that had been there for awhile to explain it to him.
"You see, that poor animal was a rescue. He was turned in to rescue just as you see him now, an older animal with his fur graying and his eyes clouding. He never made it out of rescue and passed on with only the love of his rescuer to comfort him as he left his earthly existence. Because he had no family to give his love to, he has no one to escort him across The Bridge.
"The first animal thought about this for a minute and then asked, "So what will happen now?" As he was about to receive his answer, the clouds suddenly parted and the gloom lifted. Approaching The Bridge could be seen a single person, and among the older animals, a whole group was suddenly bathed in a golden light and they were all young and healthy again, just as they were in the prime of life.
"Watch, and see," said the second animal. A second group of animals from those waiting came to the pathway and bowed low as the person neared. At each bowed head, the person offered a pat on the head or a scratch behind the ears. The newly restored animals fell into line and followed her towards The Bridge. They all crossed The Bridge together."What happened?"
"That was a rescuer. The animals you saw bowing in respect were those who found new homes because of her work. They will cross when their new families arrive. Those you saw restored were those who never found homes. When a rescuer arrives, they are allowed to perform one, final act of rescue. They are allowed to escort those poor animals that they couldn't place on earth across The Rainbow Bridge."
"I think I like rescuers", said the first animal."So does GOD", was the reply.
(Special thanks to:CCDR/DUR/TRUCKNPAWSSaving the World, four paws at a time )
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If you have been considering about getting a "pure" bred pup, or any mixed breds... please give it a serious consideration. Do some research of what each special breeds may need for care and livelyhood. Consider their size, their activity level, temperment, etc. Each come with special personalities. Be fair in your decision, be fair to the pup or dog. Is your envirorment suitable for the dog. There are so many things to consider and decide. Take the time and be honest with yourself! Can you really care for that breed or even a dog at all? It truely is like having a baby, child teenagers.. but these ones come with four paws and more dependencies! If you finally decided that you do want a pure breed, consider the breed's rescues! Below are some links to get you started in research.
~"When Good Dogs Do Bad Things" by Mordecai Siegal and Matthew Margolis
On National Georgraphic Channel:
Last note: Please consider carefully!
I have no regret for my choices in regard to adopting beagles. Right now Abigail is a very very busy youngster. Everything she sees, goes into her mouth! So, I am constantly listening and attending to Abigail to ensure no harm comes her way.
I miss Quiggly very much and Abigail is helping me to make the pain a bit easier to live with, by being a very busy active young beagle. When the pain is more easier to live with I will share some things about Quiggly. It is because of Quiggly that we wanted Abigail,more specificly another little beagle.
Abigail is trying her "paws" at some exotic cuisine. Some Exotic Natural
Cuisine! She experimented on some "roots" of our thorn-less blackberries.
(The root self formed at the end of the cane that had touched ground)
Abigail decided that the "blackberry roots" were satisfactory to her chewing.
Next, she tested some leaves of pears, maples, oaks and figs. Her taste buds
concluded that these were of non-favorable variety, but interesting nonetheless! However, she did like the acorn she cracked open with her teeth and ate.
A delightful find! Some pear twigs! These went through vigorous testing.
cracking and crunching sounds can be heard while being ground on them sharp teeth of Abby!
These proved to be a relaxing.. um.. dinner mint?
It will be interesting to see what our budding taste tester will think of our ripe pears, blackberries, figs and muscadines come next year's harvest!
~Today, Abigail had two quick lap running in the yard while the rain held back. This activity seems to curb her "investigating nature". One can only hope, right? (Looks out my window--yep, rain is still holding back.)
P.S. Just to keep confusion down to a minimum, the writer "My" in the "comments" is my husband. Abigail's master.
Yesterday was a long active day for Abigail and her family!.
We raked up numerous piles of leaves. Abigail checked a lot of them.
She ran through them, dived into them, launched at them and buried some of her keepskates. (I later recovered them for safekeeping)
This picture shows her taking a break from the "busy" day. The sky was blue with puffy clouds. A very beautiful Atumn day for the delightful beagle!
She tuckered out! She slept through the night.
We woke up to a different weather this morning. Rain! Dismal rain. Abigail is very active and being housebound isn't helping to use up the energy. She is trying out all of her toys and racing through the whole house. She is also venturing out places in our home. I caught her opening one of the doors to the pots and pans cupboard and investigating.
I took her outside in the rain in a fleece coat that fit her. I tried to run her a bit. She ran some but it seems even for her the rain is dampening the fun.
Maybe I can try to coax her into a nap, I know I am ready for one!
Sniff, Run, Eat, Sleep, Baying... those are just few things to list.
Today marks Abbie's third day at home with our family.
The day before yesterday, she explored her new yard. Her Court (yard) is well fenced, and filled with many things to delight her nose. She has a long row of Goddess Bamboos to run through. Also plays her new favorite game "Can you find me?" behind the bamboos. I hollered out "Run, run, run"in my delight. The thought process in her mind was sorting out those fun words and in a FLASH, of she went! She ran and ran and ran. She ran so fast that she was flash of lightening! She did figure eights around a pear tree, the shed, the pergola, the muscadine vines, the fig bushes!
I was aware of beagles having hidden talents! I am glad to watch her talents unfold before my eyes.
Abbie's nose has been exploring, so much new scents for her discovery! We do have many kinds of birds that visit us and she spied a few pairs of Mourning Doves. She found them fascinating as they watched her from the top of the pergola.
We began to show her what "Sit & Stay" is all about. Abbie thinks it is full of nonsense since there so much more important things to be concerned with, like for instant, chasing a leaf or two floating by! You do agree with her, don't you?
On her first evening, she curled up in her bed which is like doughnut shape pillow and went to sleep with her blankie covering her. That is another "beagle" thing, in case you didn't know! The blanket! Snoopy has been trying for years to get Linus to share his blue blanket! Well, have no fear! Abbie will never run out of blankets and blankies!
Quiggly, a.k.a. Quiggley's Girl Down Under
14 April 95 ~ 09 November 06
This blog is dedicated to my beloved beagle "Quiggly".
We had to say good bye to her on 09 Nov 06.
She was almost 12 years old AKC 13" American Beagle.
I adopted her ten years ago from the Seattle Beagle Rescue Soceity. I miss her dearly, the delight of my heart.
I received a lovely poem called "Rainbow" Bridge" from my mother to help me through my grief. I would like to share it with you. It is a lovely, touching reminder of our beloved pets that we had to be strong for.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that had been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to the Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all our special friends
so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends
are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor: those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands caress the beloved head,and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.