After a few days with my daughter and her family, we are back home. The e-mails were stacked up, and unable to bear the stress, I just deleted the bunch. Was there anything of an urgent nature? I certainly hope not. In my experience, I just don’t get really important things through e-mail.
Facebook is another matter.
The wedding plans for my niece are moving forward, and apparently puppies and rescue animals play a major role. This is not something I understand. I thought weddings were supposed to be about the bride and groom, and their future.
Citizens are admonishing each other for their reactions in the wake of our presidential election. Horror is expressed about some political fear or another. Puppies and kittens don’t seem to ease the uncertainty,confusion, disappointment, and fear.
I love my rescue kitties, plus our Boston, Brutus, who entered our house when his original owner, our son, went over-seas for two years. I’m doing my part. There have been other rescued cats and dogs in my life. They are as cute, fun, lovable as any pure-breed papered dog or cat, and you can get them at a bargain price. Free is a bargain price.
Caring for an animal does cost money, for food, shots, and necessary medical care. Having more animals than you have money, time or energy to care for doesn’t create a good environment for man nor beast. In fact, hording animals, is a severe mental health issue leading to animal abuse, rather than rescue.
I needed the down time of just being with family. We saw our oldest granddaughter in a musical, let the kids walk the dogs, and even sleep with them if they want. The youngest little Curlytop is ready for a dog. Curlytop was the first to volunteer for walking duty, and did not cringe at cleanup. Curlytop played tirelessly with the dogs, and helped with feeding, and bedtime treats.
The kitties ran out the door as we were bringing our suitcases into the hose. Ungrateful strays! I caught up with the news, got a cup of tea with milk and honey, and sat down to blog.