A ‘Question’ ?

Today being Martin Luther King’s birthday, I thought a poem for our world would be a great way to end this holiday. Its too bad people cant be like our fur kids, they don’t care what color their brothers or sisters are….they love no matter what.

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WHY?

Why so much we don’t understand
So many that are so different
Lands hidden behind so many colors
When inside we are all imperfect

Hate abounds with race and gender
Why is this so
When we are all made of skin and bone
No matter of our tone

Our eyes and hair all of different hue
Our stature short or tall
So why does hate take president
In so many minds and souls

Will there ever be a loving race
Of persons on this earth
To embrace each other no matter what color
To find love within the skin
Replace hate and bigotry 
With love for all who be

Someday maybe but not this year
Too much tension in the air
Maybe in the distant future eyes will see
Not of color but inner beauty
Will be the normalcy

CANDY, the Sweetheart

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My other fur dog, she is a very sweet and lovey dog.

She came into my household after her owner went to prison. He saved her from the humane society when she was only a baby, a tiny little pooch. And before he went in, he asked me to take care of her. And I have for the last couple of years now. She is a lovey dog, and so very sweet.

Her and Coco are sisters from another mother and father but sisters none the less. They love each other very much, and Candy is so in love with Coco, she will wait for her to come back into the house when I let them out in the morning. Candy always comes back first and Coco always goes out looking for deer turds to eat first. Candy will sit by the door and look for her sis to come back.

Candy loves watermelon and banana’s, apples, pears and any thing I like to eat she will try it. I don’t give her anything that will make her sick. Once I gave her some small orange slices and I guess she ate too many and was sick all night long, puking. That taught me a lesson to check out what foods dogs can and cannot eat.

Candy loves all things fur. She loves my 4 cats and the new dog on the block…Loki my daughters little puppy. The only ones she hates are the two dogs across the creek. But it was never like that in the beginning. She wanted to go and play with them every chance she could. If she saw them in the creek on their side, she would run over with her tail wagging and wanted to play. Puppies are like that, always in the mood to play. But those two dogs, Husky sisters and they would always try to bite her and beat on her body. Finally Candy grew out of being nice and now she wants to beat on them whenever she can. Especially after they bit her on the face.

But overall Candy is a sweetee all the way. She is a barker thou and her bark is very annoying. She is a mix of a few breeds, so I just think of her as Heinz 57. She is my love and I hope for a very long time. 

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My Coco

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My dog Coco and how we came to be together is because the family who had her didnt want her anymore. They were moving into an apartment and couldnt take her but I really didnt think they even loved her to begin with. They liked her fine while she was still a puppy but after she got bigger, they had her tied up on a very small porch and the rope was only long enough for her to do her business and thats it.  She never barked I guess because they kept telling her to shut up because they lived in the middle of a junk yard and lots of people coming and going so she had to be kept quiet.

Now Coco has me and a good home. A warm house to sleep in and a yard big enough to go anywhere she wants and do her business.  She is never tied up, she is a good dog and still never barks.

She loves to play fetch with anything and anyone. You have a ball or rock or pine cone and she will run and fetch it back to you. Sometimes she wont give it back but eventually she will give it up because she wants to run some more. She really loves a frisbee. She loves to run after it, jump and grab it with her teeth. I have gone thru many frisbees with Coco.

Only problem with her is her skin. She is alergic to something and I dont know what it is. Its probably my carpet but I cant help that. I have tried every medication out on the market to help her but I have not taken her in to get tested. I just dont have the money to dish out on allergy tests, I heard they can run into hundreds of bucks. So right now I am giving her coconut oil in her food morning and night feedings. I hope it helps her with her itchy skin. I have tried different foods for her and nothing seems to help. 

I love her and want her to be happy and I hate to see her in misery especially in the summer months when its hot outside is when she seems to be more itchy. She will lick and chew herself raw and its usually right around the tail and her butt area. And no she does not have fleas, I check her all the time and put the meds on her neck to keep them and the ticks away.

She is a sweet dog but she does not like the twin terrors, Jasper and Oscar…at least not yet. Hopefully in time the family of furs will love and be nice to each other.

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Where is the Couch?

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My daughter Linda has 2 huge St. Bernards and 3 cats. But this happened tonight. She got pushed off her couch by the one St. Bernard Roxie and then George the cat. 

These are my grand fur kids and they are just so lovable. Roxie is the older one I think she is 9 yrs old. Her sister from another mother Marley Ann is very rambunctious but is calming down. She I think is either 2 or 3. 

Roxie is the black and white dog and Marley Ann is brown and white.

Roxie used to come to my house before her sister came on the scene and no matter what time of year it was she would get in my creek and plop her body down into the water….and this happened every single time. It was just too funny to see her cooling off her belly. 

I love those two grand fur kids even thou when I go to their house, they push me around until almost knocking me down. I felt like a rag doll when both come at me. I think they both weigh about 140 lbs each or there abouts.

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Ruby the Cat

My cat ruby

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Ruby was I think about 4 months old when she came to live with me. A friend who lived on the other side of town from me told me over the phone that there was a baby kitten that kept coming around her house and she would throw chicken bones out to her to eat. She had 3 grown cats of her own and she didn’t want another one and said she didn’t want to feed it cat food. So whenever they had chicken for dinner, she would throw out all the chicken bones for that one kitty to eat and any other stray cats around….and she said there were many.

 

I asked what kind of cat was it and what was its color….she sent me a picture over the internet and I saw how pretty she was and asked her if she could maybe capture her in a cage and bring her over. It took her over a week to get that kitten to get into the cage and she brought her over here to my house and I put her in the back bedroom. Its an extra room I have to hold all my junk from moving here and still boxes that haven’t even been opened up. I knew there was nothing she could hurt herself with in there and I wanted her to feel secure and safe.

 

As with my Lizzy cat, I put a radio in that room for her to listen to and fed her every day and sat in the room on the bed and talked to the 4 walls for a week or so. I looked everywhere for her once, just to see where she was hiding her little body. I found her in the tiny closet that held my extra blankets and sleeping bags but as soon as she saw me, she took off like a lightening bolt to hide under the bed. I sat down and talked to her some more and left the room.

 

I knew she was a feral cat but in my thinking with care and love she would know I meant her no harm.  So after a couple of weeks she would come out of her hiding places and sit and watch me. One day I tried to pick her up and she started to purrr…and it went on the entire time I held her little body to mine. After that first encounter with the human touch, she wasn’t that afraid of me anymore. But she was still skittish and hid each time I opened the door to feed her. I think it took almost a month of trying to befriend her that I finally let her out of the bedroom but kept her inside. I was afraid being feral she would just take off on a run and never look back or come back. This was a new place for her and she didn’t know the territory of her new home.

 

A month later I took her to the vet and had her spayed because she went into heat but the vet took one look at her and said no way, she is too young…and would not fix her. I called the humane society and asked if there was  a vet who did free spayings on feral cats and yes, so I took her in again and had her taken care of and they gave her a rabies shot wormed her and clipped her one ear…just in case she ever took off and was found, she would be known to have been spayed and taken care of so they would not pick her up to take her away. All this was done free of charge to care for a feral cat.

 

Now Ruby is part of the family. She is still not all that friendly until you pick her up if she doesn’t get spooked first and gouge out your arms with those claws of hers…lol…yes that happened to me once only. I tried picking her up while she was outside on the front porch and I guess I moved too quickly and she freaked out and meowed really loud and dug her nails into my arms and drew lots of blood. After that I was very hesitant to pick her up…but over the years she has been with me…I think 3 or 4 now, she has mellowed out a lot and I can pick her up and hold her and let her purrrr…And she is a beautiful cat, still small for her age, but that’s ok, I love her just the way she is.

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Just a poem I wrote

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Eternity

 

In the mist he sits awaiting his true love

Knowing not from where she comes but feels her near

His skin crawls with delightful pangs of rapture

His senses reel from exquisite feelings

The body reaches a peak of passion

He can no longer resist

As he tries to smother the flames gnawing deep inside

She appears out of the waters edge

Hair brilliant in the moonlight

As it sparkles of diamonds on black sand

Skin as fine as parchment

Glowing from the moonbeams subtle light

Legs sculpted of fine alabaster

Long and shapely stopping at the ‘V’

His eyes cannot fathom the beauty of this maiden

Wishing he could reach out and touch this vision

But alas, he cannot for she is only a figment in his tormented mind

He lost his true love to the fury of a storm

Remembering the last sweet moments together

As the waves swept her into eternity

He sits and waits for his eternity to begin

Hoping he will join his love in the abyss of rapture

On this misty shore of passion and remorse

          In the mist he sits and waits……………………