it reall;y is anne's fault-
- and she isn't even here-- but in rome -- or someplace like
that--
we-- the SDP bunch had dinner at her house-- lovely meal-
graciously served--and the coffee was exceptionally good.
of course i asked her what kind--- and mid stream the phone
rang and all i got was costco xxxxxxx
armed with insufficient informatiomn- i bought the little
packets of coffee which were the only KIND sold at costco i had not tried.
it is quite good. that is not the problem
problem is... i am annoyed that someone studied humanity and
discovered they could charge more for coffee prebagged in attractive little
packets designed by someone who probably makes $500,000 a year because they have
discovered the secret of what makes people buy things..
and they are right. i have become addicted to the funny
little (expensive) premeasured packets which save me the excruciating chore of
scooping one and a half scoops of coffee grinds into the pot.
those little expenses can creep up on you/me--
change the label- give it a fancy name and the buying public won't think.
i find that annoying
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now to apply that to dogs.....
when you have too many lemons you make lemonade---
well we don't have too many lemons-- but we certainly have too many
fleas..and as i set up little jars of healthy live fleas and apply different
"cures" so far dawn liquid is pretty high on my list---...
i can see that label now "WASHES DISHES, REMOVES OIL FROM WATERFOWL AND
KILLS FLEAS"
LIKE SKIN SO SOFT AND WD40-- THE LIST IS ENDLESS
but i need to figure out is it the detergent -- or are they simply
drowning
i ordered a dozen flea combs-- which certainly work-
this business of giving them something and assuming it works has
apparently faulty logic.
to be continued.
that diaxxxxx earth-- those did die in about 48 hours-- which is enough of
a reason to spread that sand stuff into sofa's etc... plus it is cheap $11 a
gallon for the food grade ( yes-- it has to be food grade)
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renee took sir thomas home and they are doing famously---
Dear Carlene,
I've been enjoying the reports of the December calendar shot. I can picture the sleigh and eight Dane deer, Santa off-screen voicing her commands. To me, the scene sums up what the Service Dog project is all about. Danes, yes. Teamwork, yes. But beyond all the skilled trainers and trainees lies a bigger story. The real story of Rudolph.
As a kid, Rudolph topped my list of TV Christmas specials, second only to the Grinch. Frosty had no real issues and the Peanuts gang aaw-shucked their way through life - not very realistic. But, despite the sometimes disturbing claymation expressions, I could relate to Rudolph. He was different.
As an adult, however, the TV special has lost its ranking. Rudolph was different. So diifferent that others laughed and called him names. In fact, they bullied him. At one point, even Santa asked him to tone down that unfortunate nose.
But Rudolph forged on. He found friends who saw past the nose. Meanwhile, when everyone back home (including Santa,) discovered that Rudolph could be useful, they wanted him back. Yes, yes, they'd accept him and his funky nose. No one seemed to notice that he'd already accepted himself.
Perhaps they were too busy exiling anything else 'different' onto the island of misfit toys. Square wheels? Unusual name? Off with you! In the TV special, Santa - the same guy who cast off the toys that were not 'normal' - dipped down from the sky with a jolly Ho, Ho, Ho in some reversal-of-conscience to set free the misfit toys. He hadn't noticed that they'd already stood up, square wheels and all, and found a way to dance.
In reality, the island of misfits is no island at all, but a haven in Ipswich. And Santa may be white-haired, but I've never heard you burst out in a jolly Ho, Ho, Ho. Even so, at the Service Dog Project, those of us who are different/balance-challenged/minus a wheel feel welcome.
And, you don't sweep in to save the day like the TV Santa. Instead, you honor the part of us that forges on by reaching into your sleigh and giving us a four-legged dance partner.
Thank you, Carlene. You'll go down in history.
Renee & Sir Thomas
I've been enjoying the reports of the December calendar shot. I can picture the sleigh and eight Dane deer, Santa off-screen voicing her commands. To me, the scene sums up what the Service Dog project is all about. Danes, yes. Teamwork, yes. But beyond all the skilled trainers and trainees lies a bigger story. The real story of Rudolph.
As a kid, Rudolph topped my list of TV Christmas specials, second only to the Grinch. Frosty had no real issues and the Peanuts gang aaw-shucked their way through life - not very realistic. But, despite the sometimes disturbing claymation expressions, I could relate to Rudolph. He was different.
As an adult, however, the TV special has lost its ranking. Rudolph was different. So diifferent that others laughed and called him names. In fact, they bullied him. At one point, even Santa asked him to tone down that unfortunate nose.
But Rudolph forged on. He found friends who saw past the nose. Meanwhile, when everyone back home (including Santa,) discovered that Rudolph could be useful, they wanted him back. Yes, yes, they'd accept him and his funky nose. No one seemed to notice that he'd already accepted himself.
Perhaps they were too busy exiling anything else 'different' onto the island of misfit toys. Square wheels? Unusual name? Off with you! In the TV special, Santa - the same guy who cast off the toys that were not 'normal' - dipped down from the sky with a jolly Ho, Ho, Ho in some reversal-of-conscience to set free the misfit toys. He hadn't noticed that they'd already stood up, square wheels and all, and found a way to dance.
In reality, the island of misfits is no island at all, but a haven in Ipswich. And Santa may be white-haired, but I've never heard you burst out in a jolly Ho, Ho, Ho. Even so, at the Service Dog Project, those of us who are different/balance-challenged/minus a wheel feel welcome.
And, you don't sweep in to save the day like the TV Santa. Instead, you honor the part of us that forges on by reaching into your sleigh and giving us a four-legged dance partner.
Thank you, Carlene. You'll go down in history.
Renee & Sir Thomas
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it is a slippery slope between trying to get on the fron t
page, and trying to stay off the front page...
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sat schedule
rainey day?? arena day???
reindeer practice---
william is coming tomorrow morning 9:00 for another attempt at
the santa sleigh deal he had some changes--- namely he wants to try bailey as
santa just to keep it a dog calander-- and he wants to do a feeding bit witht
he pups.
that should be easier.
and costco---at about 11.
the fire in th e house and t tent are wonderful reminders
that with luck we will endure the winter.
and so it goes
p.s. i loved renee's minus a
wheel--
