Yet Another Dog Story

Today is one of the days where bloggers take a mini-break. I’m writing the blog for tomorrow but wanted to put up some stuff today to make sure that each of you have something to chew on while you’re not working at your desk. To my fellow authors: don’t you have a proposal due with your agent? To the hordes at their workplace: don’t get in trouble for surfing. For the leisure class: how do I get that gig?

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We’ve taken things really slow and easy with our rescue dog. Stormy was not ready to be thrown into the deep end of the pool when she arrived at our house. However, we’ve been swimming into deeper water every day since she arrived. Yesterday we ventured out into the dark place where drugs were abused. Yes, we tried Frosty Paws.

For those of you unfamiliar with Frosty Paws

Canine Crack

Canine Crack

it is either an opiate or a crack analog. It produces euphoria and instant addiction, so perhaps it’s more like canine methamphetamine. Whatever it is, every dog I’ve ever met is instantly hooked. They learn the name of the stuff in one day. You are forever doomed to be silent or produce a container for consumption when the name is mentioned.

Here is the video of her first encounter with the product. Below the fold you will find a funny story. I think it’s funny. One of my dogs found it to be cruel. You be the judge. (Lighten up, Francis – the dog was not mistreated!)

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Update to Tuesday’s Post.

My good friend (although she may deny it under interrogation) Brenda Anderson sent a comment regarding the post about supporting our military over the years. It is worthy of its own post. It follows below:

For those who don’t have connections with a soldier, there’s a wonderful organization called Soldier’s Angels. The organization connects soldiers, who don’t receive a lot of mail or support from home, with volunteer individuals/families. Our family adopted a soldier a few years back & it completely blessed us. Sure we sent him letters & care packages, but he gave so much back to us & became like an older brother to our kids. http://www.soldiersangels.org/.

This reminds me, we need to send him another letter!

Thanks, Brenda. They are a great resource.

My readers – I love them.

I Almost Forgot – And I’ll Bet You Did As Well.

It’s easy to forget things in our busy life. You have so much going on that it’s almost impossible to keep track of every little thing that needs your personal attention. I realized recently that I’d forgotten a major thing, and that I needed to rectify the mistake immediately.

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I’d forgotten to take care of my brothers and sisters overseas in the military. And I’ll tell you what I did in hopes that you’ll follow my lead and hop to the challenge before you log off the computer.

For many years I had friends deployed overseas in combat zones. Starting with Desert Storm I sent support/care packages to unknown soldiers, sailors, and marines. I sent packages to friends after getting a shopping list. I loved doing it and the money wasn’t an issue – I’d been there and knew how much those care packages meant.

Two years ago was the last time I sent a care package. (I think.) I make donations to charities every year that support the military so I don’t have any great guilt over the issue. But I hadn’t sent a goodie box in a long time. I hadn’t sent a hand-packed box in almost seven years.

That changed when an old friend deployed to Afghanistan. I knew this Marine “back-in-the-day” when they were a bull-headed young person fighting the First Sergeant over some Mickey Mouse issue. A few of us who had long since left active duty counseled this young Marine about career issues and how your lack of chevrons will always determine your losing status in butting heads with the top enlisted dog in the outfit.

Thankfully they listened. Today this person is a model Marine – a Gunnery Sergeant with a college degree. Quite a bit of progress since I had the pleasure of making their acquaintance.

So when I found out they’d been shipped to Afghanistan I asked what they wanted and needed. A short list followed on Facebook, along with their new mailing address.

My wife (also a vet) and I spent the weekend shopping for the care package. It was great fun – books, magazines, snacks, cleaning supplies, morale items – you name it and it’s in the package. I filled a set of shelves in my basement with the supplies and as soon as I can type out the customs forms I’ll take the boxes to the Post Office and ship them off.

It’s as simple as that – just do it.

Here’s your challenge: Somebody you know has a brother/sister/cousin/son/daughter/husband/wife who’s deployed away from home right now. This person is standing on the ramparts to make sure you stay safe. They have pledged their life and liberty to secure yours. Find out their name and an address where you can send them a package. Don’t wait for Christmas. Do it today. Best of all, if you can find an email address or a Facebook contact, get in touch with them and thank them for their service. And find out what they’d like to see in that box.

Spend a few bucks – or a lot of bucks. Think about how much it means to you when you get a surprise gift. And throw some extra stuff in the box for them and their buddies. Most of all, write a note. A personal note. Tell them how much you appreciate them and their sacrifice. And ask for a letter in return.

When you are 5,000 miles from home and family that contact, that package of beef jerky, that silly Packer’s sweatshirt, and that note mean a lot to somebody who’s headed out on patrol in a few hours.

I can’t wait to mail my package. How about you?

Sorry, Mr. President, But It’s Our Country, Not Your Private Fiefdom.

During the government shutdown the administration has gone out of its way to create the maximum amount of pain possible for the citizenry. It’s a crass political move to make the opposition look bad and get people angry at the Republican controlled House of Representatives.

One of the most egregious abuses during this time was the erection of barriers around open-air national monuments. There is some argument to be made for closing national parks on safety grounds, but putting up barriers around national monuments that were previously open 24×7 is just mean-spirited. It hit a crescendo when Barrycades were put up around the World War II monument in Washington, D.C. The White House locked elderly veterans out of their monument. A monument that was put in place with private funds. I ought to know, I ponied up for a piece of the action years ago.

The Obama administration has said, in effect, Dogs and Sailors Keep Off The Lawn.

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Sunday, across the nation, veterans marched and protested. I attended the protest in Minnesota. The local press showed up exactly long enough to film one person and leave before the rally began. I later saw a single still photo in the newspapers. The media has decided that this will be a non-event locally. There was an almost insulting lack of coverage given the issue at hand and the people involved. Vets don’t usually get together to protest. But on Sunday we did.

The video is below. I apologize for the spectacularly bad sound. For some reason the blue-tooth didn’t connect to the camera. That and I have no idea who the bearded fat guy is… On second thought, I’m looking more like Alfred Hitchcock in profile each day.

It is beyond the pale for President Obama, through the agencies of the executive branch, to threaten our veterans as he has in the past few weeks. In the past few days the next card has been put on the felt in an effort to win the poker game. But this is a bad card to play – the threatened suspension of Veterans Affairs benefits to the disabled.

Mr. President, I know you don’t care about the military. You’ve made your contempt for everything they stand for manifest over the course of your life. The only time you pay attention is when you grab the credit for something the special forces have done. You, Sir, are a pox upon the military the rest of the time. Your Secretary of Defense only crawled out of his hole and attended the ceremonies at Dover in the wake of your refusing to pay death benefits to the families of the fallen. You repeatedly use the military only as a backdrop for photo opportunities. I have not met a single member of the armed forces or a single veteran who has spontaneously said a nice thing about your treatment of my brothers and sisters in arms. Given the political persuasion of some of my friends, I would have expected someone, sometime, to glow about your love for the military. In the wake of this post I’m sure some of your followers will jump to the front and claim that I’m ignoring things they’ve said in praise of your military policies in the past. To steal a phrase from a younger generation, “Whatever.”

The pile of Barrycades stacked outside 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue on Sunday is both a warning and a promise: do not trifle with millions of veterans and attempt to hold our nation hostage. You work for us. You are our servant. We are citizens, not subjects. I hope that each and every reader of this blog will link it to their Facebook page today just before they call their elected representatives in Washington. I’ve got mine on speed dial. That call is important. Call and support those who pledged their all for this country.

Tyrants throughout the ages have underestimated the anger of the people. Usually just before they fall. In a republican form of government you’re safe until the next election. But you will find us an unruly, ungovernable group if you persist in mocking our elders, closing monuments we paid for with private funds, and humiliating the honored dead by refusing benefits on a legal technicality. If you cut off benefits to the disabled veterans, you invite impeachment. You, Mr. President, and your Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid, can end this stalemate. It is in your court. The House has offered bills to fund the government. You have refused to negotiate. The burden is on you, not the House.

Mr. President, it’s time to turn the ship of state on a new course – we’re at the helm. Rudder commands to follow.

Sponsorship Sunday – Week Twenty-Three – Edwens

Sponsorship Sunday is my favorite post of the week. The readers of this blog have done an amazing job in bringing joy to the children of Grace Village. Every week I have to work a little bit harder than the week before to find a child in need of sponsorship. You, the audience of this blog, are a big part of that wonderful dilemma. I hope you find it in your heart to reach out to Edwens this week and sponsor him as well.

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This week’s child is: Edwens.

Edwens

Edwens

Edwens is an active boy who loves to play sports, specifically basketball and soccer. Edwens dreams of someday becoming a pastor so that he can tell people about God. Edwens enjoys going to school at Grace Village Academy where his favorite subject is math. Edwens is interested in cars and would like to work on them some day, either as a mechanic or just for fun. Edwens’ prayer request is that he will be able to finish school.

Edwens came to Healing Haiti in October, 2004. Edwens is an orphan, both of his parents are deceased and he has no one to care for him.

Birth Info
Birthdate: June 3, 2002
Place of Birth: Cabaret, Haiti

It is my hope that one of you will find your heart touched by this child and take up a bit of Christ’s work by sponsoring them for an extended period. My wife and I are sponsoring a pair of sisters and we took on the commitment based on having to only gave up a fast-food dinner each day to change the life of a child. God came through with a very lucrative bit of voice over work for me that covered the bill that same day, but it really is as easy as skipping a value meal. Healing Haiti will do the right things for these children and I have full confidence in their work. I am not affiliated with them, they don’t endorse this blog, nothing like that at all. I just love kids (can’t be Santa and not love children) and know that Grace Village is the difference between life and death for many of these children. Please open your heart and prayerfully reflect on the opportunity God’s giving us to sponsor these children. Some of them have come out of slavery and have some of the toughest lives you could imagine prior to Grace Village.

Just click the link and it will take you directly to the page where you can sponsor this week’s child. And if God is particularly good and that child is sponsored when you get there, please grab another smiling face and change their life instead. My goal is to put Sponsorship Sunday out of business as quickly as possible and take that day off each week. Thank you. God bless you for your generosity.