Thursday, May 28, 2009

Three Little Piggies

Three Little Piggies at Kid's Day Farm Fair.
They are about my size.....but not for long.
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Sunday, May 24, 2009

Goslings in my pond

We have six babies swimming in my ponds.
I don't bother them at all.
It's their Mom in the front and their Dad in the back and
they all stick together.
I don't think they fly yet, but they seem to be
very well behaved and do what ever their Mom tells them
to do.
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Saturday, May 23, 2009

Little Tea Cup

I'm a little tea cup. Short and Stout....
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Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Now, we are three ( for a little while)

Baxter the Boxer has been visiting us.
He's a really big boy, but he really is a cupcake under that muscle.
We run with him twice a day.
Usually, I just get out his way, because he is like a speeding
train and I am like a Pinto stuck on the railroad tracks.
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Look who is sleeping in my bed!

Baxter has been visiting us for a few days. He finally
figured out who is in charge. That's Me!
So he decided to go sleep in my bed when I wasn't looking.
It's like Papa Bear sleeping in Little Bear's bed.
Just ain't right!
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Wednesday, May 13, 2009

I'm getting a JOB!

I am going to be a Therapy Dog.
My first day is this Thursday at the local nursing home.
I'm going to wear a pretty dress and put on the smiles.
I hope the love me.
I thought you might like to read about the first therapy dog named Smoky.
Yep, she was a little Yorkie!

History of the Therapy Dog from Wikkapedia

During World War II, under combat operations against Japanese forces on the island of New Guinea, an American soldier found a young adult Yorkshire Terrier abandoned on the battlefield. Unable to care for the dog, Corporal William Wynne bought the female "Yorkie" and named her Smoky.
Smoky's small size enabled her to become a hero by helping engineers to build an airbase at Lingayen Gulf, Luzon, a crucial airfield for Allied aircraft. Early in the Luzon campaign, the Signal Corps needed to run a communication wire through a 70-foot long pipe that was eight inches in diameter. The pipe passed beneath the landing strip. Dirt had fallen through the corrugated pipe, filling as much as half of the pipe, giving Smoky only four inches of headway in some places.
Wynne tied a string (itself attached to the communication wire) to Smoky's collar and ran to the other end of the pipe and called Smoky. The little yorkie crawled her way along the 70-foot long pipe into the arms of Corporal Wynne.

Smoky’s work prevented the need to move 40 fighter aircraft while a construction detail dug up the taxiway. This would have placed them in jeopardy from enemy air bombardment. What would have been an extended construction job, was accomplished by this little dog in minutes.

Her service as a therapy dog began when Corporal Wynne was hospitalized for a jungle disease. As Wynne recovered, Wynne's Army pals brought Smoky to the hospital for a visit and to cheer the soldier up. Smoky immediately became a hit with the other wounded soldiers. Dr. Charles Mayo, of the famed Mayo Clinic, was the commanding officer who allowed Smoky to go on rounds and also permitted her to sleep with Wynne in his hospital bed for five nights. Smoky’s work as a therapy dog continued for 12 years, during and after World War II.

The establishment of a systematic approach to the use of therapy dogs is attributed to Elaine Smith, an American who worked as a registered nurse for a time in England. Smith noticed how well patients responded to visits by a certain chaplain and his canine companion, a Golden Retriever. Upon returning to the United States in 1976, Smith started a program for training dogs to visit institutions. Over the years other health care professionals have noticed the therapeutic effect of animal companionship, such as relieving stress, lowering blood pressure, and raising spirits, and the demand for therapy dogs continues to grow. In recent years, therapy dogs have been enlisted to help children overcome speech and emotional disorders. The concept has widened to include other species, such as therapy cats, therapy rabbits, therapy birds and so on.

Monday, May 11, 2009


I got potted! I knew it was coming...if I hung around the
gardening shed.

It was my Mom's day present to my Mom.
She does love me...she does love her I'm both!
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Tuesday, May 05, 2009

How does your garden grow/

My mom has been so busy in the garden, that
she forgot about me.
I thought this new sweater may remind her.
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