When All The Stars Align…A Moment Like This Is Captured On Film
We pulled up anchor and headed back to camp with a boatload of fish. The August sun was hot and our bellies were empty. There was only one cola left in the cooler and Mother Nature was calling. On approach, we slowed down to witness a four legged athlete named Dock–and HE CAN FLY.
We cut the engine and drifted, in awe, when we saw how high and tight his moves were. Dock, a German Shorthaired Pointer pup, had “Zee German Engineering” running on all four cylinders and he was stroked and bored! His owner cartwheeled the dummy time and time again…and then the magic happened. It really was something to behold.
CLICK this orange link and WATCH this Amazing Athete
Big Bull Moose Sighting!
Click on above video link!
Since the 70′s, when every day tee shirts caught on, I’ve resented each Yooper tee with moose on it. Hey, shirts with black bears and beaver shots are ok. Celebrating slogans like “Say ya to da UP, eh?” or those making fun of Beer Camp, Pasties, and Trolls living south of da bridge are good. I’ve just got a 50 year grudge with Moose shirts. Until I saw an incredible bull moose tear it up on U.S. 2 at the MI95 junction in Iron Mountain. What happened next blew me away.
This mature bull shredded everything in his path as he filled his tank on berries and brush leaves. He seemed nice enough and sort of tame. Traffic came to a standstill and impatient folks bailed out to see what the commotion was. After they figured it out, each raced back to their trusty rusties to retrieve cell phones and cameras. Folks began gathering quick and there were more oooohs and aaaahs than fireworks on the 4th of July. Sparks shot off the nearby cell phone tower as callers lit it up. Eventually, every bar stool within a five mile radius was empty. We had us a spectacle–a true Yooper miracle…until a guy wearing steel toed Carhartt boots said, “Hey, hold my beer!”
Get off at Exit 69 on Big Beaver Road–How Hard Can it Be?
“Big BEEverr” Pronouncing this major artery through the city of Troy, Michigan almost always draws snickers from out-of-towners. It is embarrassing to give them directions in this town to anywhere, even a place as simple as a shopping mall. I blame dead folks: the ones who long ago snickered at leaving us this legacy. They know what they did.
These 1950′s engineers were in charge of road planning. They selected all the junctions as I-75 was designed. Big Beaver Road, which was originally named in the 1800′s after a nearby beaver pond, was assigned (cover your eyes, kids) EXIT 69. If these clowns had added one more intersection before or after Big Beaver Road, a lot of teens and t’weens would have had nothing to giggle about. Worse, the old Playboy Club, was there, further perpetuating the urban legend factor. Take heart, Michiganders, we are in good company:
Kentuckians don’t want you to know is that there are two villages in Northern KY: Beaver Lick and Big Bone Lick.)
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THIS IS ABUSE!! I know because I am an animal expert.
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Click on the orange link above and see a Puppy who doesn’t want to take a bath. The way she is grabbing him under the arms is where a pressure point is and it’s making him paralyzed! This sweet pup will suffer for the rest of its life and may not walk properly. Watch what this woman does to the dog time and time again. I’d also like to point out that I’m totally bullshitting and this is the cutest thing ever.
They play us, you know. This German shepherd was limping for 2 days and his owners couldn’t find anything wrong with him. They started suspecting he might be faking so decided to set up a video camera while they were gone to see if he really is hurt. When they got home and watched it, he was chasing the other dogs all over the house not limping one. Next, you see the people walk through the door on the video and he immediately starts limping again! BIG FAKER!! After ignoring the limping for 2 days he finally gave up.
Busted Brutus plays dead as soon as he sees the leash come out for a walk or a bath. He is not a fan of anything that requires effort. He also cries when he wants a treat.
My own dog, a German Shorthaired Pointer, flops down at the rear of my Tahoe feigning hearing loss when she figures out she isn’t going bye-bye. It gets more pathetic when I call her to the front door and she becomes “paralyzed.”
Dog owners everywere: BEWARE of cuteness overload as our pets play us like fiddles!
Forgiven
It has been an honor to rehabilitate and care for brave Harriet, pictured here in her camouflage blankie. She has more humanity than that pig-man who now rots in jail for what he did to her and seven other dogs. I know Harriet has more forgiveness built into her than I do for that monster because DOG is GOD spelled backwards.
Happy endings is what fostering and adoption are all about.
I’m comforted knowing that Harriet’s cruising years of 5-9 will be rewarding, stress free, and fun for her. She will never be hungry or cold again. I smile when I imagine her golden years, with a powder grey face that probably scores lots of table scraps. Blessed are those who step up to the plate to save a life, knowing that dogs of every age have value. Rescue dogs, many of which have known love and are owner surrenders (moving, divorce, job changes, or sometimes illness or death of owner) and, sadly, some who have been cruelly neglected or abused know…they somehow know….they are special. They fit in right away and adapt in ways that can not be explained. Intuitively, they are grateful and especially loyal.
I was a dog snob; I admit it.
For the past 35 years, my husband and I have only purchased German Shorthaired Pointer puppies with champion bloodlines from reputable breeders. There is a need for proper breeding and breeders, no doubt. My husband is a Patron Member of Pheasants Forever and seriously trains and hunts our dogs out west. There was a time when we would have never considered a dog like Harriet, who came to us as an adult: naked, broken and abused without papers. She did not have a collar, a toy, or one worldly possession. Only she knows the ugly truth that she endured for five years, tied to a pole in a freezing Indiana barn.
This amazing dog has opened my eyes. She has tons of heart, hustle, and natural ability that isn’t published on a paper, making her her what some call, “a meat dog.” One you can count on. One that busts through thorny hedgerows without a whimper to retrieve a downed bird. One that never gives up. Meat dogs are good enough to bring home the bacon (upland game) but not a dog that the champion bloodline snob would ever consider. He is relentless in pursuit and resilient. He earns respect the hard way as an honest dog and a respectable Joe.
Rescues want to please and they are not picky. They work twice as hard at earning their keep as any dog I’ve ever owned. My eyes have been opened to believing in the breed and its natural abilities. Much credit is given to those who preserve the breed standard through thoughtful, planned matings. I’m not discouraging anyone from purchasing dogs from reputable breeders. I am encouraging everyone to think twice–to look around and be open minded.
When you adopt a dog that is already here, you save two lives:
his and the spot that just opened up
at a shelter or foster home for another dog in need.
I hope to one day be what we in the rescue business call “a foster failure.” When the time is right, I will adopt my next GSP. It won’t be a puppy because puppies are a lot of work and my husband and I are in our 50′s. Somewhere out there is another middle aged “meat dog” we will be proud to call our own. In the meantime, we will continue to foster, provide transports for dogs going to their furever homes, and donate old blankets and dog beds as we can.
If you have loved Harriet’s story, please consider donating what you can. ANY amount is appreciated and 100% of the funds raised goes into dog rescue and care. There are no administrative wages taken because we are purely volunteer based. Click on the link: http://ilshorthairrescue.com/ ISR provides shelter, medical care and arrangements for dogs in Illinois, Indiana and Michigan. They have a facebook page too, filled with adorable, adoptable dogs!
I thank you and Harriet thanks you! Please join me in making it a Happy New Year for another homeless dog.
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