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The Bird Nest – Waiting for Spring

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This family of birds picked special twigs and streams of bark to construct this nest in the tree behind my house, and its only about 4 feet from the ground. I’ve peeked at new cats walking on the fence-tops in the neighborhood this winter, so I’m hoping that this treasured home will survive.

Enjoy your day…

Rhonda

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Xena – Warrior Puppy – Savior of Cystic Fibrosis Soul – Hope

Xena! Warrior puppy… savior of young lady living with Cystic Fibrosis.

Her flopsy-mopsy ears, charcoal nose, and sparkling midnight eyes are no diguise for the mischevious, playful soul that resides within her gentle heart. The strands of hair that blossom from the bridge of her muzzle tease on-lookers, who can’t help but smile. Xena romps and bounces, often tripping over her own limbs. Her high-spirited nature begs for attention, and her sense of humor is shown by her frolics, often focused on her furr-buddies… who seem to be less than amused. It’s easy to be consumed by her velvety hair, and wandering strands that welcome the human touch.

My daughter has cystic fibrosis, and Xena is her 9-month old service dog, in training. Morgan’s life began with a life-flight to Primary Children’s Hospital, and a major surgery at 24 hours old. Our life as a family was turned to focus on her survival.

From the ages 1-5, Morgan experienced hand-administered chest physiotherapy and nebulized albuterol and pulmozyme, every morning and night, enzymes to digest her food, countless vitamins, and quarterly visits to CF clinics and doctors. At the age of 5, she was able to start using a “vest” for her daily therapy to help loosen the mucus in her lungs.

From the ages 6-11, Morgan had over 10 sinus surgeries for chronic sinusitus, and still continued to do her daily therapy routines. When Morgan was 12, she started to realize she was “different” than other kids. Unfortunately, this reality was made obvious by cruel teenagers and inadequate school personnel. Morgan bravely tried out for cheer-leading, only to be ridiculed by bratty school girls. She participated with the cross-country team, until her couch announced to everyone that Morgan had special needs, a highly illegal pronouncement. She was teased when she had to administer drugs through a PICC line, it’s not easy to hide.

As Morgan raged into her teen-age years, the school situation did not improve. She became rebellious, and in her desire to be in control of something… anything… she stopped doing her scheduled therapy. Her faith in humanity declined, and anger superceded her logic. It crushed me to feel like a helpless by-stander, a CF Mom.

The years that brought her into her 20’s were like tidal waves, overwhelming and all-consuming. Social media provided a pathway to relate to other people with cystic fibroris, but sadly, some of her closest friends lost their battle with CF. She was morphing into a young lady, carrying a broken heart and weakened body.

Last August, Morgan told me it was short notice, but she was getting a dog, a service dog.

(Xena and me)

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Xena is relishing her puppy world as Morgan introduces her to the routine of a service dog. Xena’s focus can be on a multitude of objects and sounds, as she seeks out her next unwilling playmate, but when Morgan says her name, the love and affection eminating from Xena to her human is genuine, and heartfelt.

It brings tears to my eyes when I watch Morgan and Xena, both are truly a blessing. Morgan’s boyfriend has also been a steady rock for her over the past year, he has been graced with understanding.

HOPE is powerful. HOPE is the most common word used in non-profit organizations.

HOPE… is a black and white furball… a soul created to nuture her hero; the brave young lady I am proud to have as my daughter.

Morgan sent me this picture… “Groomed and Thrilled”. Xena was not exactly thrilled about her grooming day. Gotta love it!

Thank you for reading my post. Enjoy your day.

Rhonda

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Majik in Montana – Dog Rescue – From a dog’s point of view

 

Hi, my name is Majik. I was rescued from a high-kill shelter in San Bernardino CA in September 2014. My Mom found me on Facebook and fell in love with me. I live in Montana now with my new Mom and furr-family.

When my Mom saw me this is what I looked like (below). She had no idea I was so sick, and I had to stay at a vet in CA for a month before I felt good enough to travel to my new home. A nice volunteer from the shelter in San Bernardino gave me a ride to Las Vegas  in October and my Mom met us there. I wasn’t feeling very well and I barfed in the volunteer’s car. She didn’t seem to mind, but she had to throw away my fuzzy blanket. I was so happy to see my new Mom and she even had a new blanket for me. I barfed in her car too.

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I was all hunched over at the shelter. They took me outside one day because they thought it was going to be the last time I would walk on the earth and see sunshine. That’s when my mom called the shelter. She had been watching me on Facebook. Mom said she just couldn’t let me die because I had such a kind soul.

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They took me for short walks when I was at the vet. I felt and looked horibble.

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Someone had filed down all of my front teeth and the nerves were showing. Mom took me to the dog-dentist as soon as she could and had them pulled. They took out 14 teeth and most of them were the size of a small pebble. I still have the pointy teeth that make me look like a vampire, and I have teeth in the back to chew my food. I felt much better – I didn’t know how much pain I was in until they were gone. Thanks, Mom!!!!

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Mom had to buy special medicines and food for my allergies. I had scabs all over my body because I had bad allergies – it was disgusting. I also got lots of baths with special stuff to help it go away.

I have been loved and snuggled and cared for every since. I have 2 furr-buddies that I live with and even though I am the biggest, they are the boss.

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Mom says I should study with her, and help with her blog page, whatever that is. . I can see this is going to be a big chore; maybe I’ll get extra treats.

Thank you for reading my story!

Dog Kisses & Hugs (maybe some slobber)
Majik

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What’s in a Picture… Can you see it with my Words… ? #2

The first thing that catches my eye is the bright yellow logo just below his left elbow, on the arm of his basic gray sweatshirt. He is leaning slightly to the left, using his arm to brace himself on the mahogany wood table. His elbow and upper left bicep rest casually on a forest green fabric place-mat. His faded blue baseball cap displaying the Denver Bronco’s logo, circa 1993-1996, casts a soft shadow over his mysterious eyes and bushy eyebrows. The intensity of his stare contradicts the shine on his rosy cheek, which is creased due to the playful smile exposed beneath his pointed nose.

His black and well trimmed beard drapes a half-moon from one ear to the other, a dimple resides at the crest of his chin. Black hair plumes underneath his cap, sheltering his right ear. The left forearm crosses his body and a hand extends to rest his knuckles and folded fingers on his right arm. Gray blankets of his sweatshirt ripple across his right shoulder, intermittently waving down his arm. Looking from a distance, I see a high-spirited young man who is braced for action. I can’t help but smile back, but the ebony stare holds a sinister pulse, like he knows what you are thinking.

Thank you for reading my post… 🙂

Peace,
Rhonda
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Santa’s Helpers – Majik – Bentley – Alix –

                                                         MERRY  CHRISTMAS!

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I rescued Majik (above) from a high-kill shelter from San Bernarndino, CA, in 2014. I live in Montana so it was a 1,500 mile trip to bring him home. I had followed him on Facebook for a few weeks and he was scheduled to be euthanized the day I had him pulled from the shelter. I don’t know why they are called “shelters”… they are more like pre-death cells. Majik is a German shepherd and Rottweiler mix. He has a mighty bark and raaarrwww, but he is a love-bug by nature. 

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I rescued Bentley from Idaho Falls where he was living in foster care, but was in danger of being returned to the local shelter. His life started off with his sister, in the care of a young lady. She was unable to keep them and gave them away. NEVER do that.. as a matter of fact… don’t get a pet if you can’t keep it for life. Bentley’s sister disappeared, and he was found in a box outside of the shelter, covered with dirt and mud, terrified. Bentley is a chihuahua mix. He still has some “issues”, but he is a funny little guy, and I love him

Alix Santa hat

Alix (female) was a gift for my Daughter from the Montana Hope Project. It was truly a selfless gift to ask for, Alix has brought our entire family so much joy for almost 13 years. She has lived a charmed and loving life, as all pets should. We love her tongue, quirky pug ways and hope that she will be with us for another Christmas.

Thank you for joining me at my post… I appreciate it!
Peace,
Rhonda

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The Birth of Waterfall ** Nature**Life**

Here’s a fun short story… 🙂

The Birth of a Waterfall

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(Picture: Palisade Falls, Hyalite Canyon, Gallatin County, Montana)

A waterfall is normally a branch of a river, lake or stream that over time has eroded the land and rocks, creating a formation of cascading water. Brave trickles of water venture away from their secure home within the main flow and they seek a new life. The earth provides a trail as the liquid seeps in between stones, small boulders, branches, roots, and soil; nature guides it along a path.

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The trail winds and twists like a snake, but the family of droplets does not give up. Obstacles present themselves throughout the journey, often separating the group, many stragglers are rejoined farther down the path. The leaders are the first to topple off of steep embankments as they approach their destiny. They feel an exhilaration of freedom, anticipation… and venturing into the unknown.

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By now the clique has grown into a full-fledged pulse of water and the momentum plunges them over the steep, rocky and earthy edge. We see the cascade of liquid phenomenon tumbling down and splashing into a pool of water, only to watch them continue their travels riding within the sea of their companions… onward to an unknown destination… encouraging genesis… and life.

Thank you for joining me today and reading my post. If you like it… you know what to do!

Have a fabulous week!! 🙂
Rhonda

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What’s in a picture? Can you see it with my words…. ?

I met this man online a few months ago (on Facebook). He sent me this picture and he said it was taken about 4 years ago. It is common for people who are online sites to post pictures that are not recent, and a few weeks later he sent me a selfie to show what he currently looked like, and I was not surprised to see it was very different. We were not pursuing a long-distance dating relationship, and an honest friendship blossomed from our conversations. I described his picture below… a sample of my writing similar to my book, “Indifferent Deceptions”.

“The first thing I notice is his casual smile, and his intense blue eyes; I feel as if he is studying me. Since he looks slightly amused, I imagine he is engaged in a light conversation with his companion. He may be alone, but he does not look lonely. In a friendly fashion, his left shoulder is leaning down and angled slightly lower than the right. His eyebrows are raised, exhibiting a much darker shade than the long blonde strands of hair resting on his shoulder.

Below his mysterious eyes are soft cheekbones that catch the very top of his smile and frame his well-shaped nose. His strong jaw-line catches the significant features of his face, and his neck drapes down, showing the well-deserved lines of time. The faded jean shirt he is wearing is bleached, almost white. The sleeves are cut off at the shoulder and display white frays – indicating that it is a favorite.

As I glance at the photo on and off, I see a proud man, someone who would “come to the rescue”. A long forehead leads to a tuft of gray hair that triangles out and leads to the longer locks that rescue him from the dreaded look of old age. With his shirt bared open, I can see his curly chest hair in shades of gray and the natural color that also highlights his tresses. As I proceed, I wonder if I should share that I desire kissable lips… it’s all in the kiss.

Dare I say anymore…”

Thank you for joining me and reading my post! Have a terrific day!
Rhonda

(Photo credit: William Earl Thornton)