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July 2008

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Zeke

Zeke…

best Zeke picture My beautiful, mild mannered, sweet boy, isn’t anymore. I’m shaking like a leaf and have already called my hubby, near tears.

On our walk, just minutes ago, we met a neighbor out with her 2 puppies. Her boxer-mix, a huge, but utterly sweet goofball, immediately ran to us and rolled over on his belly for a pat and good sniffing over by Zeke. We’ve done this a hundred times. Have, in fact, known each other since both the boxer and Suzie were tiny puppies.

Zeke stood over him for a moment, then without warning, attacked and bit the poor boy. Bedlam ensued with me pulling Zeke up and as close to my body as possible, while Suzie ran in terror, wrapping her leash around my legs. The owner of the boxer had to release her pup because leashes had become tangled. The goofball immediately tried to show submission to Zeke again while I tried desperately to keep Zeke from having another go at him. She finally managed to get her pup under control and away as I stood there helpless. I apologized profusely as I fussed at Zeke. The walk was over, I untangled myself and we headed back to the apartment. I was unable to see if her DSCF0911a dog was hurt seriously and have no idea which apt. they live in to go check.

I feel horrible, just horrible. I am in disbelief that Zeke would, without warning, attack another dog. Zeke is neutered, as is the boxer. Suzie is spayed. No competition for either of them. Just this morning, Zeke was sniffing a much smaller pup – I shudder to think what could have happened while I stood blissfully by.

I’ve never had a dog do something like this. Granted, I’ve had only 2 males in my life time, but I would think that their personalities don’t change like this unless they’re ill, so it’s a trip to the vet for Zeke and a muzzle in his future.

I have no idea what will happen if there is a complaint lodged against us and I am frightened for Zeke and frightened by his change in behavior. The joy in our walks is ruined for me. I’ll have to be on constant alert for other owners, especially the ones that allow their dogs off lead, and warn them about my dog. I’ll never be able to let Zeke off lead again to romp with Suzie either, which breaks my heart for them both.

What a horrible ending to the day.

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Dejection….

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Zeke has nothing to do except gaze longingly at the woods and field behind our apartment, hoping for a ray of sun. Suzie is looking for stray crumbs, bugs or seeds to ingest.

I am waiting for one of my hoodies to dry sufficiently for me to take them for another soggy walk.

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Zeke is catlike in his distaste for getting his feet wet. Rain is not his friend; days like this drag by for him. And it’s a drag for me… I have to literally drag him out and he does his necesssaries with looks of reproach.

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Suzie on the other hand, delights in the wet weather. Coming in refreshed, wet and invigorated – ready to leap upon Zeke in mock battle to show her delight. He is not amused.

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So, after our walk, I have the remains of yet another toy to bury in the garbage from Suzie’s frustration at a doleful Zeke, who refuses to play.

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I was feeling pretty down myself, but after reading your comments on my last post, the spring is back in my step and the weirdo chick I usually am is taking over again…. don’t you just love duel personalities?

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A woman goes to the dentist and like most people she’s a bit afraid. After the dental assistant pins the bib around her the dentist approaches her and says, “open wide”. With that she reaches over and grabs the dentist by the balls and says,”we’re not going to hurt each other, are we?”

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KIDS SAY THE DANGDEST THINGS!

HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHOM TO MARRY?
You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming.
~ Alan, age 10

HOW CAN A STRANGER TELL IF TWO PEOPLE ARE MARRIED?
You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids.
~ Derrick, age 8

WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR MOM AND DAD HAVE IN COMMON?
Both don’t want any more kids.
~ Lori, age 8

WHAT DO MOST PEOPLE DO ON A DATE?
Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough.
~ Lynnette, age 8

WHEN IS IT OKAY TO KISS SOMEONE?
When they’re rich.
~ Pam, age 7

IS IT BETTER TO BE SINGLE OR MARRIED?
It’s better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need someone to
clean up after them.
~ Anita, age 9

HOW WOULD THE WORLD BE DIFFERENT IF PEOPLE DIDN’T GET MARRIED?
There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn’t there?
~ Kelvin, age 8

HOW WOULD YOU MAKE A MARRIAGE WORK?
Tell your wife that she looks pretty even if she looks like a truck.~
Ricky, age 10

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I’ve Learned…

I’ve learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.

I’ve learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just assholes.

I’ve learned that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes. After that, you’d better have a big weenie or huge boobs.

I’ve learned that you shouldn’t compare yourself to others ~ they are more screwed up than you think.

I’ve learned that you can keep puking long after you think you’re finished.

I’ve learned that we are responsible for what we do, unless we are celebrities, politicians or rap stars.

I’ve learned that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades, and there had better be a lot of money to take its place.

I’ve learned that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you’re down will be the ones who do.

I’ve learned we don’t have to ditch bad friends, because their dysfunction makes us feel better about ourselves.

I’ve learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away.

I’ve learned to say “F~ ~ ~ ’em in 6 languages.

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I’ll be back… this is your last warning!

Glo

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If you read comments on my post, Spousal Abuse, you will have seen the comment left by rdlght regarding child abuse. I’m not sure why this was commented on as if I’d deliberately left children out of the equation. The post was about spousal abuse. 

Child abuse is a subject I infrequently comment on. Not that I don’t want to help the millions of abused children, I do. But, I also realize that unless I actually see or hear actual abuse, there is very little I can do.

I can write my Congressman, my Representative, the President and the newspaper… things I have done in the past. I also know that unless it’s an election year and this happens to be a “hot” issue, I will get no response and it won’t change a thing.

This country plays a lot of lip service about the protection of it’s children, but until we lock pedophils away for life, give real protection to children who are abused by their mothers, fathers, uncles, aunts, etc., that’s all it is – lip service.

It’s been my sad experience that families will protect the abuser in their midst. They would rather let the abuse continue than to make themselves uncomfortable or embarrassed by stopping the abuse. The child suffers in silence – knowing that there is no help and the abuse will only get worse if they do tell.

So, dear rdlght, I understand your anger and your pain. I am assuming that you are a survivor. I hope this is the answer you sought when you commented. Please keep up your efforts as I do.

Blessings, Glo

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F-18 Pilot Returns Home To Canine Friend From Iraqi War Zone

By Kristina Davis

Union-Tribune Staff Writer

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Scott Linnett / Union-Tribune

Marine Major Brian Dennis greets Nubs

They spent months in an Iraqi war zone cementing a special bond.

But after more than a month of being apart, Marine Maj. Brian Dennis began to worry if Nubs the dog would still remember him, especially in a new place like San Diego.

Their reunion early Saturday at Camp Pendleton clearly showed otherwise.

The 2-year-old old dog, named for his two nubby ears, drenched Dennis’ face with doggie kisses and said hello with excited whimpers.

“You remember that, huh?” Dennis said as he rubbed the dog’s head.

Dennis, an F-18 pilot stationed at Miramar Marine Corp Air Station, was among several Marines to return home from a seven-month tour in Iraq early Saturday.

Among those who also returned was a group that fell in love with seven puppies and also had them brought back to San Diego. They plan to reunite with their new dogs at 3 p.m. At the Rancho Coastal Humane Society.

Nubs, a German shepherd/border collie mix, came to San Diego a month earlier after friends, family and complete strangers raised $3,500 for the dog’s trip out of Iraq.

“It’s almost like ‘Lassie Come Home’ in Iraq,” said Dennis’ mother, Marsha Cargo, who anxiously waited for the unit’s arrival in the wee hours of the morning.

Dennis met Nubs in the Al Anbar Province where the dog ran wild at an Iraqi Border Fort. When Nubs was a puppy, an Iraqi sliced off most of his ears in an attempt to make the dog tough and more alert.

Another time, Nubs was stabbed with a screwdriver, and Dennis nursed him back to health.

When Dennis’ unit, the Border Transition Team, moved camp 70 miles away, Nubs somehow tracked them to their new location two days later.

It was against the rules to keep the dog in camp, and friends jumped in to bring Nubs to San Diego.

“Once he found us there, it seemed like this was supposed to have happened,” Dennis said Saturday. “After he walked all that distance, it seemed like he was supposed to end up in San Diego.”

For the past month, Eric Sjoberg, one of Dennis’ Marine buddies, has been caring for Nubs along with Dennis’ other dog, Bogey.

Nubs has also been learning new tricks and how to behave in a different environment with some help from a dog trainer.

“After running two years out in the desert, he’s got a personality on him,” Sjoberg said.

Dennis said his first outing with Nubs will be a jog on the beach.

“It will consummate the whole journey, going from the sand of Iraq to the sand of San Diego.”

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28.JPGThe first nice day in a week and we’ve enjoyed our outings. I took advantage of the warm sun and bathed both of my stinky furfaces. They need to smell good for Zeke’s vet visit and our trip to the mountains.

Now they both smell of jasmine and have fluffy, shining coats. Both are pouting with me. They are now out on the balcony wishing evil upon me. This will last until they need another walk or dinner. At which time, all will be forgiven. 

Jeff is having a week of warm sun and driving southern roadways… his favorite. Actually, he thinks all of us are nuts, can’t drive and should be banned from the roads.

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Being a damn yankee, he just doesn’t get it. Poor man. I love him, so I try to make allowances for his misconceptions and constant need to get there in a hurry.

And he doesn’t like peas or beans, collards or turnips, either. And he hasn’t once begged me to make cornbread… and I make great cornbread.

                       He had a deprived childhood.

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Blessings… Glo

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Jeff and Suzie

Less than 24 hours after getting in from his last run, hubby is back out on the road. Tired and exhausted after a long week, I hated that he was unable to spend more than a night at home. On the bright side, a 3 day weekend coming up and we’re planning a trip to the mountains with the furbabies. Hubby is well aware that I need the mountains to restore my soul every so often.

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Hubby was at least able to sleep in this morning. I kept the dogs locked out of the bedroom and giggled as Suzie “stalked” Zeke around the corners of the kitchen. She’s a fearsome hunter, our Suzie. Slowly she inches until she’s in pounce range, then with a growl that can freeze mortal hearts, she leaps. During the stalking process, Zeke is peeking around the corner at her and giving me a grin, as if to say, “Look… she think’s she’s scaring me!”. 

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from ThunderTigers_1:

Part 1: HOW TO SHOWER LIKE A WOMAN:

1. Take off clothing and place it in sectioned laundry hamper according to lights and darks..

2. Walk to bathroom wearing long dressing gown. If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.

3. Look at your womanly physique in the mirror, make mental note to do : more sit-ups/leg-lifts, etc.

4. Get in the shower.

5. Use face cloth, arm cloth, leg cloth, long loofah, wide loofah and pumice stone.

6. Wash your hair once with cucumber and sage shampoo with 43 added vitamins.

7. Wash your hair again to make sure it’s clean.

8. Condition your hair with grapefruit mint conditioner.

9. Wash your face with crushed apricot facial scrub for 10 minutes until red.

10. Wash entire rest of body with ginger nut and jaffa cake body wash.

11. Rinse conditioner off hair.

12. Turn off shower.

13.. Squeegee off all wet surfaces in shower. Spray mold spots with Tilex.

14. Get out of shower.

15. Dry with towel the size of a small country. Wrap hair in super absorbent towel.

16. Return to bedroom wearing long dressing gown and towel on head.

17. If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.



Part 2: HOW TO SHOWER LIKE A MAN:

1. Take off clothes while sitting on the edge of the bed and leave them in a pile.

2. Walk naked to the bathroom.

3. If you see wife along the way, shake wiener at her while making the woo-woo sound.

4. Look at your manly physique in the mirror. Admire the size of your wiener and scratch your butt.

5. Get in the shower.

6. Wash your face.

7. Wash your armpits.

8. Blow your nose in your hands and let the water rinse the snot off.

9. Fart and laugh at how loud it sounds in the shower.

10. Spend majority of time washing privates and surrounding area.

11. Wash your butt, leaving those coarse butt hairs stuck on the soap.

12. Wash your hair. Make a shampoo Mohawk.

13. Pee.

14. Rinse off and get out of shower.

15. Partially dry off – Fail to notice water on floor because curtain was hanging out of tub the whole time.

16. Admire wiener size in mirror again.

17. Leave shower curtain open, wet mat on floor, light and fan on.

18. Return to bedroom with towel around waist.

19. If you pass wife, pull off towel, shake wiener at her and make the woo-woo sound again.

20. Throw wet towel on her pillow.

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I hope you are enjoying Anita Baker and her sweet soul music. Apparently I’m having a flux in hormones and need her music to sooth me… or a shot of tequila.
Blessings! Glo

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DOG FARTS…

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It’s 8:18 am. I’ve been up since 4:30, awaken by Suzie for an early potty run, the norm whenever Daddy’s home. After returning from our little outing, I crawled back into bed. As I lay there trying to go back to sleep, I listened to Suzie as she chewed a toy (scrunch, squeak, scrunch). Then she farted…

The smell was so horrible; I got up and grabbed my flashlight looking to see if she’d had an unfortunate accident. Night shirt over my nose and eyes tearing, I carefully checked the room. Jeff was softly snoring – he can sleep through anything.

I gave up trying to go back to sleep and quietly cracked a window, then opened the balcony door. What in the world had she eaten when I wasn’t looking – 3 day old road kill? I put on a pot of coffee, figuring that between that and the opened window and door; Suzie’s perfume would be masked.

Suzie has been a world class farter from the day she came to live with us. She can clear a room faster than you can say, “What’s that smell?!” I must give her credit though, she’s almost never SBD (silent but deadly). She really let’s em’ rip and isn’t even lady-like enough to jerk her head around and look behind herself – “Huh? What was that?!”

Have I ever mentioned that she’s also a world class burper? Do you remember when you were a kid, seeing little boys having belching contests? She can put them to shame. I’ve decided she isn’t really a dog – she’s a furry gas bag that leaks at both ends.

And don’t even get me started on what she does if she gets too excited or freaked out. Let’s just say that she’ll never have to have a vet express her anal glands manually.

Blessings… Glo

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Denver Government Schools decided that its talented and gifted program wasn’t diverse enough. So in order to “correct” this problem, it has decided to give minority and poor students extra credit in order to qualify them as highly gifted. Yes … you heard me right. Since there aren’t enough minority and poor students in the gifted programs, the government is just, by God, going to declare some minority and poor students as gifted anyway .. and then shove them right into the gifted program.

In a district that is mostly Latino, the gifted program drew mostly white students. The program used to rely on oral tests to measure the student’s reasoning and IQ. But some educators complained that these tests are biased against students who didn’t learn English as their first language and poor students who haven’t had “the same life experiences as their richer peers.”

So what does the program look like now? Under the new system, extra credit is given to children who are “economically disadvantaged,” which is often measured by whether or not the student receives federal meal benefits. Getting a taxpayer funded lunch at school makes you dumb. Extra credit is also given to students if English is their second language. And rather than relying on “biased” reasoning and IQ tests, the district now uses a composite score of the child’s cognitive tests, annual assessments, reading tests and teacher nominations. And it gets even better. Next year, the district will be considering artwork.

So before the changes, only 3% of students fit the highly gifted classification based on cognitive tests. I guess we could safely assume that students scoring somewhere in the 90th percentile would be admitted. In the new and improved system, students scoring as low as the 75th percentile on these cognitive tests would be considered, if they also demonstrated that they could paint a pretty picture of a rainbow, a flower or Che Guevara.

Unbelievable.

The whole scheme is nothing more than a feel good “everybody is a winner” attitude … this is why we are creating a nation of pussies and candyasses who can’t tell you the difference between a profit and a profit margin. So now in Colorado at what is supposed to be, the highest level of government education, we can only teach to the lowest common denominator including people who might not even be able to speak proper English!

Who’s really to blame here? Let’s address the parents of these truly gifted students. They should be making every necessary sacrifice to get their children the hell out of these hideous government indoctrination machines and into a private education facility where they can make the most of their talents. When all is said and done, the true blame for these children not reaching their full potential will rest on the parents and the teachers unions who turned them over to the government to be educated.

Your thoughts?

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Eureka!!!!!

If I hold the camera tightly against my eye, I can still take a couple of recognizable pictures! Of course, I have to hope that nothing moves before I click since I have blinded myself, but true art is worth the sacrifice!

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Not a great pic, but at least I can tell it’s my neighbor & his dog in the woods behind the apt.

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Zeke and Suzie at play… actually, Zeke looking disgusted while Suzie attempts to get his interest by biting his paw.

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 Zeke giving Suzie the “look”.

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Suzie coming in from the balcony

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 Zeke yawning at yet another attempt by Suzie….

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Zeke on his way out, Suzie on her way in. 

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Zeke watching Suzie watch the neighbors

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Suzie snuffing up birdseed.

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Zeke and Suzie watching the neighbors.

My honey should be coming in tonight and I’m hoping he’ll have a long weekend at home. We’ve missed him.

Blessings! Glo

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