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Stray Bird Dog
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Brat out of the southern mountains, served in the air for 3 decades, including too much time with sand between my toes. Practicing Democrat going back to Senator George McGovern's run. Educatid.
Look at her in toasty central Florida in her Navy summer whites! Go Navy, beat Army!! The emotionally attached dog in my house is trucking south out of Alabama in pretty good health, with a strong tailwind.
December 8, 2025 at 2:21 PM
Can this boy even yearn for mischief full of enough of his squeaky toys? Yes.
December 8, 2025 at 2:15 PM
From my college days there's a friend of Dr. Oliver Sach's who points to poets some fellers might explore.
December 7, 2025 at 2:23 AM
I'm still unpacking books from boxes I feel. There's surely another place here to be in touch with Sexton's poetry. I'm a child of those post war years when General Eisenhower became president but, perhaps, Sexton wasn't prized then.
December 7, 2025 at 12:00 AM
Woot, woot! I, too, got up and got back in the fight so I could pass go of chemo and go directly at last to do our mutual adoption with this shelter pet, Charlie. I will hug him some more tonight in this happy glow you gave us.
December 6, 2025 at 1:15 AM
December 5, 2025 at 2:35 AM
Oh my word, I've not thought of Jack in months! When you see this, post an image from your gallery to describe your mental health.
December 5, 2025 at 2:27 AM
Forge ahead, Possum neighbor. I'm in a position to read about people's lives like history professor Timothy Snyder's but I just can't overlook a possum or a turtle or a bunny.
December 5, 2025 at 2:04 AM
May their everlasting fame envelope you & your's. My cutie patootie out of the Tampa dog kennels at the Sheriff's Shelter this Shelter Animal Day has fierce stares for me as I practice skillet cooking for one. He'll get his pills in the remnant of this dated Spam. Lentil& roasted veggie soup's next.
December 4, 2025 at 7:16 PM
Hope floats (a line I recall children used in a John Irving novel)! They were talking about their dog, too.
Nope, a boop like the one I got a little while ago and caught on camera.
Charlie doesn't check around my tub to see if I'm soup yet. He doesn't view me as a person in a punchbowl. Yuk, yuk!!
December 3, 2025 at 2:08 PM
Gravity gets the best of me but I, unlike that defenseless raccoon, seat myself. I offer my face and arms to a veteran's companion dog found winters long ago in the Sheriff's Animal Shelter. Believe me when I say autoimmune ills acquired in desert deployments matter. If I get in a tub, he practices.
December 3, 2025 at 2:25 AM
Charlie and I insist Kona's firing go to, go to, what do you call it? Arbitration?? In Florida, Charlie's farts in the living room are squeaky toys and very visible.
December 3, 2025 at 2:14 AM
The squeak mail was read aloud during the earliest part of our Saturday. We'll be out and about in the backyard with the bunny in the brush pile before bed.
November 30, 2025 at 2:31 AM
Bless your bones! Do enjoy. I, on the other hand, have brought out a cheap skillet to learn to fry a mix of ham type patties and baked potatoes left over. Now, this dog with the sensitive nose is recalling his puppyhood when his mom fried Spam in the kitchen. I'm just covered up with his attention😆
November 28, 2025 at 10:10 PM
Charlie's taken a pass on Donner Pass preserved people bones and decided to focus on his squeaky toy bone. I'm his target for an all day bonding event with slurplus affection because I tested out a cheap, quick cooking skillet by using a family member's surplus Spam, set to brown a bit & smell good!
November 28, 2025 at 9:32 PM
I had close friends who were from India in my undergraduate days, when library employment brought us together 40 hrs a week. Much later, in graduate school near MacDill AFB, I had a friend who's doctor father was from India, her mom a nurse of European ancestry like me. My lovely, violinist friend!😔
November 28, 2025 at 3:21 AM
I wanted to test out a new skillet that is a bargain from the nearby Army post in chilly Alabama. The Spam had to come out of a family member's RV this month and I didn't know the smell of it would be so attractive to my best friend. Now, I'm in the dog house and he's asleep in the warmest room.
November 28, 2025 at 2:40 AM
November 28, 2025 at 2:31 AM
That's the goodest thing today, right up there with seeing a multicolored hawk a short distance away flying low after five lusty wild turkeys in the same woodland gave my bird dog the cold shoulder and walked away with dignity intact.
Believe me, a retired Naval Flight Officer sees that thru tears!
November 27, 2025 at 8:19 PM
Happy Thanksgiving to you and your full household. There's a snoozing dog with me, a resident wild Alabama bunny out the back window somewhere, and a warming sun above!
November 27, 2025 at 3:24 PM
When I touched on the heart to like this I was gratified it made 113 likes, which matches the November 3rd date when a very good little dog with a desire to succeed in the second adoption of that weekend came to rescue me. Charlie 🤠
November 27, 2025 at 3:39 AM
Cackle! Will they throw my dog a bone? He needs to put on some more winter fat.
November 26, 2025 at 11:19 PM
I'm a typical male and, along with having a li'l dog visit a yard prior to rain, I moved my older, scuffed up truck from an exposed place. When I moved the newer, economical car in the same way I scuffed the paint on a fender (color of a Thanksgiving sweet potato). Charlie doesn't know about it yet🥴
November 26, 2025 at 3:42 AM
So, if the sweater is sleek and soft to the touch, perhaps wrapped around a Naval Aviation flyboy walking a college campus in your very own neighborhood, there might be a natural response akin to flames in a fire ring?
November 26, 2025 at 12:39 AM
Happy Monday! My love on display was another visit with Charlie to his veterinarian (his ears got a little feverish and required intervention). The crew supporting the doctor seem to have our rescue(r) dog's and dad's happiness at heart. We bought enough meds for various needs to stuff his stocking.
November 24, 2025 at 10:55 PM