Noun: Unintelligible or meaningless speech or writing; nonsense.
Also know as ...Occasional outbursts of pure Squeeeeee moments mixed with a good helping of Dachsie, kitteh & vintage joy. My passions with a dosage of daily life. View it as little hellos from the beautiful Oregon coast.
Monday, March 29, 2010
So many thoughts this evening...
where do I begin. I have no clue. Half the time it feels as though my mind just wants to explode thoughts as I type but then I sit here and nothing comes. What gives? Hmmmpf...
Sith's have nothing on Molly.
PEW PEW I shoot you...
BeBe.. with the red filter on. How I love his nose.
I mean how could you not love that nose? It snifs, it snuffles
it leads his way to Noms each day. Soft like velvet and cold
like a toilet seat when it pokes you in the wrong place. Brrr..
"I kiss his nose" Even Molly adores that nose. See what
I mean? How could anyone not love that handsome snoot?
So for those that don't know. I volunteer at the K9 Shelter we have here in town. It's a very small one and I for one am very proud at how clean and neat we keep it. We seem to have a low rate of pups coming in and sometimes we go to other shelters to bring one here. Adoptions seem to be very successful. I have not witnessed one come back since I've been helping. But then I've only been there just about 2 months. I go each Monday evening and weekends. It's something I look forward to greatly. You see.. I used to be a Golden owner. A big dog lover. I still am and that's how I get my fix. I love on them and they love me in return. I can give back to my community in a small way. I can't give them $ because well .. let's face it I know I'm considered poor by income standards but I have time to give and what better way? It's a good give give situation for me.
This evening I went in. We had 3 dogs. Tonight I got a note that we are now down to 2. Someone drove all the way from Portland to adopt one of our furkins. What pleasure it gave me to read that note. I pray for a long and happy furever home.
So here's a self portrait of myself. Wet from being outside playing with the furkins in the rain. I look so much better with a bit of makeup and my hair not plastered to my face. But it's me. Au natural.
It's a small shelter like I said. Room for 8 dogs, 4 on each side. Before taking in small dogs was an issue because they could escape but they have just put up a new building that will house small ones as they come in. Forbid that they do. I might bring them home with me. I have yet to see the inside of it. It's still fenced off from the main yard. I'm not sure if the inside is done yet. But we will have a washer and dryer that someone so kindly donated. A toilet <--- that was a big hooray from all the ladies that volunteer. I can't wait to see the finished product. It will be a good thing.
Now last.. but never ever least. Something special to share.
My sweet Zoe, only 7 loves to draw and came up to me this evening with this wonderful bit of art. I can't wait to see the next creation.