“Transport him today or he will be euthanized,” the caller said.
The call came urgently on New Year’s Eve. As a volunteer with the Dachshund Rescue of Houston my son went immediately to pick up this abandoned dachshund. Despite ugly burns on his leg and lower belly the dog jumped eagerly into his rescuer’s arms. He was taken to a vet clinic that works with DRofH caring for dogs like this. Amazingly he seemed happy and healthy other than his burns and was thankfully heart worm negative. He will cared for at the clinic. When he is well enough he go to a foster home until he is adopted.
My son has two rescue dachshunds of his own, Neo and Zuul, and has fostered several through DRofH. The organization does a great job of saving them and finding good homes for them and hosts events to promote adoption.
I do not know how this adorable guy got those awful burns or what other trauma he has experienced and really would rather not know, but I do know that my son has given him a chance. Someone gave his dogs a chance to find their way to him.. He is just giving back. For that I am very proud of him.
This little guy has a long road ahead of him, but I am glad that my son was able to help him on his journey to his forever home. May this dachshund heal and find his forever home in 2015!
Weather for the Thanksgiving holiday was outstanding with sunny clear skies and mild and pleasant temperatures. For us on the coast it is this perfect fall weather that makes us glad we stuck it out through the hell-hot summer. Night rewards us with the mystery of moonlight cascading down on water as smooth as sea glass.
The day after Thanksgiving Grandson, taking a break from college, took these photos as he rode his bike along the bay. I could not resist sharing part of my Texas coast as I have much to be thankful for this holiday season.
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CHEERS FROM THE COAST!
THANKS TO GRANDSON FOR ALLOWING ME TO SHARE HIS PHOTOS TAKEN WITH HIS PHONE.
Day of the Dead –
Paths of flower petals and
burning incense guide
spirits to the house of the living.
Tables with favorite food and drink.
orange and yellow flowers,
all offered to the spirits.
Then the living go to
graves of the dead.
Custom says ill fortune, illness
death or worse
those who make no offerings.
Who will decorate my grave?
Who will bring me food?
Who will talk to me?
Cremation may be best for me.
For more on the traditions of the Day of the Dead check out this website.
Photo by Husband
Trick or treat! Wine or beer! Wine is usually my choice, but when Husband opens a nice lager or ale and pours it into his pint glass, I have to sample it. He bought a variety six-pack of Shiner beer from Spoetzl Brewery brewed in tiny Shiner, Texas. They were all good, but I preferred the Bohemian Black Lager and the Prickly Pear.
Bohemian Black Lager
Many breweries bring out specialty brews for fall. Perhaps we will try a pumpkin brew next time. You can check out Shiner and the brewery on their website or if you want a personal tour of both check out this blog, Tales and Travels of the Tin Man, who shared his visit to both. Cheers and Happy Halloween! Prosit! (Enjoy)
Thirty-three years ago I wrote a simple poem for an old friend (REALLY old, I thought at the time) for her 70th birthday. She has been gone for many years, but as I approach my own 70th year I remembered that poem and dug it out of my files. It was composed in longhand and then typed without the assistance of word processing. In those days I often wrote basic rhyming poems for birthdays. I am sure family and friends cringed inwardly when they got one! Here is the poem.
For Nettie…in her Seventieth Spring
Ms. Lynn, if you please,
is a friend of mine,
but hard to define.
A gentle soul,
reaching out to touch.
I see in her past
glory and sorrow.
Yet she’s come through it all,
still standing tall.
She brings sunshine and hope
wherever she goes;
a reminder of giving,
a vision of living
Happy birthday to a
Nettie Lynn was Jewish. Her family came to the United States from Russia. She had only one child, a daughter, who would have been about my age had she not died as a young child.
As I enter my 70th fall…I remember Nettie and look both ways…past and future…and embrace today.