As noted in an earlier report, Readlarrypowell.com is having a worse back problem than the Dallas Cowboys placekicker is having a toe problem.
Though I am reluctant to segue from the end of 2017 to the beginning of 2018 with “How ‘bout them Cowboys!” I am not reluctant to wish you all a Happy New Year.
There are happy stories -- I’ll outline them as the week moves along. (Hooray for Hercules, a beautiful Pitty from Mesquite, for example, who dodged the needle to fly out of the Metrosprawl to Wisconsin but I don’t have the back power it takes to sit up and write at this particular time. Judi Brown, who first tipped us to his terrible plight, followed up with a happy report in time for the new year.)
You may note, that our “Let Sleeping Dogs Lie & Napping Cats Nap” photo for this long holiday weekend looks like a pig. Yes, she does. That is my companion in this time of back stress, Porche Noel. This is her time of year -- she arrived on our porch at Christmas several years ago and we value her for her companionship.
That second photo is of her face -- she has distinct markings and she also has a back problem. When we brought her into our home, she was limping because of a traumatic injury -- perhaps struck by something swung by a fiend, a villain, a cad, an evil personality who, we hope, has since seen the light or is undergoing long-term rehabilitation in one of the state’s finer facilities.
You’ve heard the term “service dog.” Porche is more of a “Consultant Dog” or, perhaps even a PCC (Personal Canine Counselor). She looks a fellow sincerely in the eye and listens.
We've both been startled by loud explosions this Sunday afternoon and evening. I said to my SmarterthanIamSpouse Martha, "Are you hearing those transformers exploding?" Such a thing is sometimes a problem in our neighborhood in inclement weather. Martha, sadly shook her head on New Year's Eve in Texas and replied, "Don't you imagine those are fireworks?" So, yeah, now I do.
The cat who has taken up a monitoring position on my neck is Deputy Chief Kittie Leigh Johnson, a former front porche feral who insisted on moving into a home that had both heating and air-conditioning available at any time of the year -- a luxury we enjoy in Texas where the seasons can last 20 or 30 minutes or two or three months, sometimes not even in a row.
You may suspect that Kittie Leigh does not wear a “Service Cat” vest. Her mission is not being of service to a human, her mission is teaching humans to be of service to cats. Anybody ever actually seen a "Service Cat" vest?
So, you may wonder why there are there no photos of my personal GuardianAngelSpouse Martha? Because in a supreme bit of irony, she is suffering from a contagious upper respiratory condition and we are attempting to avoid handing it on to me. A sneeze would snap my spine; a hacking cough would send me into a sciatica attack that would set records for screaming and words one should not say in a Zip Code with good and decent people.
In summation, I love every one of you people who takes time to look at our long-running website, Readlarrypowell.com, and help animals. You are heroes. You have hearts. You have the souls of angels. Your halos keep North Texas from looking like an orbital photo of North Korea at night.
Happy New Year. Happy 2018 -- and may your joy be celebrated by all who know you and may it spread like a glorious smile across the face of the planet.
Be kind to animals, to people and to those whose hearts may be changed because you cared enough to give them a smile at a tough time in their lives. Happy new year from all of us at Readlarrypowell.com.
[REMEMBER, SEND PHOTOS OF your sleeping, snoozing, dozing critters to email@example.com and we’ll proudly post them in our weekend edition of Let Sleeping Dogs Lie & Napping Cats Nap. They inspire insomniacs to have faith that they, too, can nod off, if they just get the right combination of painkillers for back problems.]
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