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No one loves animals more than I do.  NO ONE.  As you will see in the pictures  I am not a breed specific pet owner. 

This black & white beauty is Lori Darlin. Yes, named after that little ol' gal always giving a poke in Lonesome Dove.   Lori was rescued from the Tom Green County Humane Society in 2001.  She is a blue heeler/border collie mix.  She is still pretty spry to be a 13 year old lady but her vision is not once what it used to be.  When not found on her bed - Lori can be found in the shower sleeping. Her street names are: The Jeeber, Jeeber Beeber, Jeebie  Beebie, Biggie Biggerton & the Bear.





 

 This is Gracie.  With those long ears & beautiful profile no one has to ask what breed she is.  Gracie was born in Sterling City, Texas in April 2002.  I took her home in May & she has been my side kick ever since.  She is a member of the BAP gang from San Angelo & is also known as having the cutest booty in the world. Gracie is also known as: Boop Boop, The Boopin' Booper, Jar Jar Stinky, Stinky Linky, Stinkin' Linkin & Gracie Smacie.

 And this is Lou.  He is one year old & well, if you don't know he is a Boston Terrier.  I sing to Lou daily, not the he likes but he would never tell me to stop. The song goes something like this "I love my Lou, my little Lou Dou, nobody loves the Lou like I Do".  Why yes, it is an original, thank you for noticing.  Lou can usually be found lying near the front steps chewing on his duck or a stick & when he is inside, he is never far from me or his dad...as you can see in a picture above, he is taking a big snooze on his dad's arm.  Of course he has extra names: The Lou Dou, Louber Douber, Douber Do, Doobs....he answers to them all.

What can I say?  I love my pets!

I Love My Job

 

Sometimes my job allows me to do really cool things like hang out with the Famous Budweiser Clydesdales.

What Would Be Worse?

How many of us take things for granted?  *raises hand* I am a number one granted taker.  I suppose I was built by design to be one.  So my question to you is

What would be worse ----

Losing your fingers or your toes?

Losing your hand or a foot?

Losing a leg or an arm?

Not being able to speak or not able to see?

Loss of hearing or your sense of smell?

I guess if we were really fortunate we were born with all of the above - 10 fingers, 10 toes, two eyes, two ears, nose, two legs, two feet, two hands, two arms but what if we lost any of these today?  I say again I take things for granted.  I complain about my freckles, my big nose, my plumpness & all are very, very small in comparison to someone who has lost a leg or an arm.  Something else I cry & kick dirt about is cleaning my home but the other side to that is  I am glad I have a home to clean & can physically clean it (but if anyone wants to get me a maid service as a gift, well I'd be very obliged).

Once upon a time in a land far away I worked with man who said "you feel sorry for yourself because you have no shoes until you see someone with no feet".  I doubt these words were originally born from his mouth but it lit something in me - how right he was & how bad it could be.