The Humane Race
This was one of those mornings where I grab a cup of coffee and stare at a blank screen. It's not like I don't have a lot on my mind, it's just more detailed than I can write about. I want to do the front end swap on the Meatplow, build the Zion into a fixed gear off-road machine (sans Industry Nine fixed wheels/running late), make some parts swaps on the beach cruisers so one of them will tow a trail-a-bike so The Pie can drag The Fajita to school without making the Arab nations richer, scratching my head as I'm still working out the feasability of the Moon Cheese Sandwich which theoretically has six different people possibly involved in the project, staring at a constantly growing pile of schwag that needs to go on eBay...
Lucky for me I have this little guy in my life right now to remind me to take it easy and relax once and awhile.
Wally is a very old Chihauhau from the Humane Society. He was found in a yard sale in a cage for the low price of $15. Apparently the former owners were "victims" of the current administrations role in encouraging unstable home loans. They were losing their house, and selling everything including Wally. Somebody was concerned enough to buy Wally and take him to the Humane Society of Charlotte fearing he might end up at the kill-em-all shelter if no one bought him. Once the HSC vets looked him over they found out he had a grade five heart murmur and a very short life span ahead of him. Instead of trying to adopt out this older/hard to place dog he became a long term foster. Well guess where he ended up.
Wally has been with us nearly two weeks, and even though he's what I would call a "chick dog" I love him all the same. He has been assimilated into our pack, and he sleeps at our feet under the covers at night. It's hard to think of stupid inconsequential things when a small dog with a wheezy bark is curled up on your chest with his head under your chin. There's a good chance he'll be staying with us until his condition gets the better of him, and although it will be tough to see him go that way we are doing what we can to give him a quality of life experience as long as he's around.
Fostering is a mixed bag of poop, pee, fuzzy kittens, yappy puppies, smelly fur, and happiness. Big Worm has jumped in, and I'm sure he'd tell you it's been quite a great experience for his entire family. If you don't already do it and you're interested contact your local Humane Society and see what it's all about.
Wally says thank you on behalf of all the misft animals looking for a happy home.
Sorry for the bad pic. Apparently even dogs don't like sun in their eyes, especially when they're big, buggy Chihuahua eyes.
I guess I did have something to talk about.
Lucky for me I have this little guy in my life right now to remind me to take it easy and relax once and awhile.
Wally is a very old Chihauhau from the Humane Society. He was found in a yard sale in a cage for the low price of $15. Apparently the former owners were "victims" of the current administrations role in encouraging unstable home loans. They were losing their house, and selling everything including Wally. Somebody was concerned enough to buy Wally and take him to the Humane Society of Charlotte fearing he might end up at the kill-em-all shelter if no one bought him. Once the HSC vets looked him over they found out he had a grade five heart murmur and a very short life span ahead of him. Instead of trying to adopt out this older/hard to place dog he became a long term foster. Well guess where he ended up.
Wally has been with us nearly two weeks, and even though he's what I would call a "chick dog" I love him all the same. He has been assimilated into our pack, and he sleeps at our feet under the covers at night. It's hard to think of stupid inconsequential things when a small dog with a wheezy bark is curled up on your chest with his head under your chin. There's a good chance he'll be staying with us until his condition gets the better of him, and although it will be tough to see him go that way we are doing what we can to give him a quality of life experience as long as he's around.
Fostering is a mixed bag of poop, pee, fuzzy kittens, yappy puppies, smelly fur, and happiness. Big Worm has jumped in, and I'm sure he'd tell you it's been quite a great experience for his entire family. If you don't already do it and you're interested contact your local Humane Society and see what it's all about.
Wally says thank you on behalf of all the misft animals looking for a happy home.
Sorry for the bad pic. Apparently even dogs don't like sun in their eyes, especially when they're big, buggy Chihuahua eyes.
I guess I did have something to talk about.
Allan (Comment this)
Mike (Comment this)
Second here on the parts. Let us know when you have some stuff listed. I am always on the look out for new stuff. (Comment this)
Good on ya for being a caring dog person! Feet sleeper rock too... built in foot warmers when camping.
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"without making the Arab nations richer"
--> I don't think most of the Arab people (people of the land) make dough off the stuff.
It's the stock brokers, the big chefs, and upper crust that do though.
Select few.
If the money was dispersed... we'd all have free education, adequate food supplies and reasonable homes. For everyone.
Instead, we have select few with huge homes, plenty of caviar, and lots of stuff.
Stuff they stole from the people of the land.
Damn Shame really.
Yet, we all hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil... so it continues. Till its all gone. Then we all suffer. And, the select few ain't gonna share their stuff behind iron fences, that's for sure.
(damn, who feeds the rich anyhow... we do! So, thanks for saving us some dough and resources... it will do your little ones some good later on... less mess for them to clean up! What we take today we leave less for tomorrow. With ever good comes evil though.) (Comment this)
You are one helluva human bean, my man. This was one of your most inspiring posts (to me) and it certainly helps put life into a more proper perspective. My cycling cap is off to you and your family. Thanks for living the proper example for us to follow.
AdamB (Comment this)
http://event.nationalgeographic.com/greendex/
(in response to cow eating ways) (Comment this)
This comment is similar to the reason why I haven't sent my 18+ year old cat to Kitty Heaven for trying to make love from 3-5 a.m. Thanks for the post. Humanitarians make cool as bike racers. (Comment this)