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Successful Rescue Submitted by Free When I was a young teenager, my brother and his friend found some baby birds. Having rescued many tiny baby animals before without much success, I had my doubts that the outcome of this rescue would be much better. But, much to my pleasant surprise, the one little bird that we got to keep thrived and did very well. As the little robin grew, we would take him outside while we gardened. He would hop along in the flowerbed waiting for us to scratch him with the garden claws and he would tilt his head to one side, listening for worms, and then pluck his prize from the dirt. I haven't thought of that in a long, long time. I like this happy memory project! |
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Able to be silly Christmas, birthdays...... Just a day that includes wrapped packages and tons of bows. The young one's, the young at heart, get to be silly decorating their head as if they were a queen. Who can resist sticking bows in their hair? Certainly not me. Give me the big bright ones, the gold and the purple. Let me have fun. Take my picture and let me save the happy moment. |
Emily--Yep
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Memories I grew up with a Pomeranian "Pom Pom' when I was little, she got hit by a car, then our family got half sheltie "Poco" who lived for a ripe 18 years. Sheburied in my parents' back yard w/a special memorial stone. She was really special, cuz she was ALWAYS there for me, no matter how alone I was or how rough things were...when I got backhome there she'd be. I much prefer all my happy memories of her, like playing with her, watching her eat the green beans out of the garden (she was a good little picker!) and sharing an apple with her.  I
was also close with my maternal grandmother's dog "Rusty." Just found out there
were multiple "Rustys" though! Evidently my Grandfather named them all the same
thing, all German Shepherds.
paternal Grand mom's dogs (she had a quite a few of them during my childhood). She had Teddy a German shepherd that seemed HUGE to the little girl who visited him. He was amazingly gentle and shook paws. That was the first time I'd seen that trick and that little girl thought he was the smartest dog in the world. My Grandmother also had a cat "Midge" that I adored. I learned to sit with my hand out and look only from the corner of my eye. I remember begging for a cat, but Mom hates them for some reason.... |
After all the dogs had passed away, she got this TINY dog; a mix of miniature poodle and shih tzu. He had very curly hair could jump up to 5 feet. That dog was hyper as ANYTHING even when he got really old....silly dog, gave me some smiles. I also had a family of gerbils. I got a pair when I was just 8 yr old and had the great grandkids of that pair when I was in high school. I used to talk to them as well as to Poco. Poco used to be incredibly jealous of those little things! one sure way to get her attention was to pay attention to the gerbils! I loved the feeling of them running over my hands. I would put one hand after the other, making a human gerbil treadmill. I adored all the wild critters as much as the pets though. I would sit in the yard and talk to the birds. I got pretty good at imitating them! One of my sister's boyfriends was into bird watching and taught me a lot about it. I loved watching the rabbits, even though they would bait poor Poco who was on a long chain and wanted to play! One of my Insiders loves to creep as close as they will let her come. The game is to see how close she can get without frightening them. My sis and I captured and kept a chameleon for a while, then let him go.... did the same thing many times with tadpoles…. they were actually a really fascinating pet to have! I think any child would be fascinated by the transformation of the tadpole into frogs. |
We also rescued 6 or 7 baby bunnies that had been abandoned by the mother one summer. We dropper fed the tiny things for a while. I was young and it seemed like a long time, but each day seemed longer than the days do now. I remember being amazed. It was a dream come true for the little girl that wanted to get close and not have the bunnies frightened of her. We put cinder blocks in their walled off area (made of plywood on the carport) so they could play. That was fine when they were really little. They would jump in and out of the holes, jump on top of the blocks. That way, they had variety and exercise. That little girl got to watch the bunnies interact with one another, playing games and learning to jump and feed. After while they got bigger and one morning, all of them were gone except for one FAT little guy who couldn't jump that high. We had to let him go in the woods that weekend... I'm rambling but you can see how these bits of memories come rising up in a very free form kind of way. I have to work hard to retrieve them, but often there are scattered good memories stuck together in a file, just as the bad memories tend to clump together. Sometimes I get a tiny piece that is crystal clear; other times I just get a blur of what happened.
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