Watching these dogs “go find so-and-so,” and doing it, reminded me of a cat incident which still amazes me when I think about it.
I said to Buster once, while he was sitting by the living room window, “Y’know, your sister [Missy] is looking like she’s put on too much weight. Why don’t you chase her up the stairs, to burn off some calories?” And would you believe it? That’s just what he did, right then and there.
You’d swear these critters understand English, even if they don’t speak it very well.
Linda loved these “Mr. Nature” posts, so here’s one for her. As you can see, the baby cardinal’s not in the nest, which means he can fly, sort of. But he still wants to be fed, and he’s keeping his mother quite busy.
This summer, the cardinals in our yard had a problem child who flew out of the nest–without a lot of experience to do it well–and landed in the overgrown jungle of our garden, where he peeped and peeped rather piteously. I wished I could do something to help, but thought it wiser not to intervene. The mother and father kept going back and forth, feeding and comforting the baby. They finally got his self-confidence back up to where it should be, and all three safely flew away.
I’ve just learned that our friend and sister Linda Sorci died yesterday. The phone call came from her daughter, Lynn. She was afraid to call me yesterday, and I was afraid to call her. This is not easy to bear.
We take comfort in what we must believe, as Christians: that the blood of Jesus Christ has washed away any and all sins; that all our loved ones who have gone before us now inhabit mansions in the Father’s house, and we will join them there, and speak with them again; that the Lord Our God will wipe away all tears, heal all hurts, and restore all things; that Jesus Christ His Son has won eternal life for all of us who believe in Him. “I am the resurrection, and the life.” Yes, Lord. Yes.
But it hurts us to lose those who are dear to us, even with our faith to save us from falling into hopelessness.
We pay them tribute with our grief. We must not grudge our tears.
Godspeed, Linda. Remember us in your prayers, as we remember you in ours.
We’ll see you again, by and by.
As you read this, a “caravan” of thousands of Central Americans, estimated at four to seven thousand so far, treks through Mexico with the announced intention of swarming across our country’s southern border–illegally.
Who is funding this? (https://www.foxnews.com/opinion/newt-gingrich-the-caravan-is-an-attack-on-america-stop-the-caravan-now) In Newt Gingrich’s words, this “caravan” is “an organized effort to destroy the rule of law,” and assorted villains on the Left, with the tacit blessing of the Democrat Party, “are funding this deliberate attempt to invade America.”
This is a campaign to destabilize America. It’s being waged for a political purpose: to ruin Donald Trump’s presidency and somehow get Democrats back into power in next month’s elections.
Here’s how it works. Either the president stops the invasion, which would probably necessitate the use of force, and provide unhappy incidents which will allow Democrats to denounce his cruelty and “racism”; or else he doesn’t stop it, gutting his own promise to protect our borders and demoralizing his supporters in time for Democrats to make hay in the elections.
Could anything be more cynical? What are we to think of persons, and of a political party, so willing to use poor people in poor countries as pawns, not caring what happens to them, just for their own political gain? “Despicable” would be a big step up for them.
Whatever happens at the border, use your vote next month to punish those who did this. And that would be the Democrats.
“It seemed like a good idea at the time…”
The Daily Mail estimates “over four thousand” Swedes have had microchips injected into their hands (https://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-6306569/Thousands-Swedes-getting-microchip-IDs-inserted-hands.html). Now aren’t you jealous?
Invented by a “tattooist and body-piercing specialist,” the procedure allows its beneficiaries to enter buildings, concerts, trains, etc. without having to pay cash or turn in a ticket.
Wait’ll somebody calls in sick for work so he can go fishing, and the chip shows the boss he’s not at home, but at the dock where the chip allowed him to rent a boat. Oh, well, you should have no secrets from your boss, right? You should certainly have none from Big Brother.
Not to worry–they don’t yet have the technology for the chip to report your every movement. And once they have that technology, you can just have your chip removed, right?
What could possibly go wrong?
You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to satirize certain aspects of today’s pop culture. The problem is, it keeps satirizing itself. No wonder one of my readers, for a moment there, thought this was a real book.
Come to think of it, I didn’t have to stretch a lot of real fantasy novels very far to come up with this monstrosity.
Requested by Erlene, Carroll Roberson sings Faith Unlocks the Door. “Prayer is the key to Heaven, but faith unlocks the door.” I think in this evil age we all have to pray harder–and may God strengthen our faith.
Wow! Remember these? Wooden paddle (usually with a picture of a cowboy on a bucking bronco), rubber ball, and rubber band–the classic Fli-Back toy. How many times could you hit the ball up and down before you lost control?
My Grandma bought me many a Fli-Back when I was a boy, but I never got the hang of it until much later in life. Maybe the lady in this video can say the same. I still have a Fli-Back in one of the kitchen drawers somewhere, although I think the cats batted the ball out to that place from which no little rubber ball returns.
How into TV are your pets? The dogs in this video take it very seriously.
Of all the cats I’ve had, only Buster took an interest in television. He always tried to catch the little elephants on Nature. And he sat in my lap and watched all of The Creature from the Black Lagoon. I could tell he really liked it.