EDITION OF WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 10, 2018 [PetPowellPress] We’ll call this edition “Random Thoughts on a Rainy Day.” Why? Because my thoughts are random and it’s a rainy day. It's going to be long, too. I write long when I'm random. A rainy day reminds me of my Byron Nelson Golf Tournament umbrella, one of two umbrellas taken from my car when it was left inadvertently unlocked (not by me!) on an Oak Cliff repair shop parking lot earlier this year. Some guy burgled the car. More on this insulting and inconvenient crime in Contemplations. Let’s do some good before we get to my day-dreaming.
PUPS ON THE PATIO
The Cane Rosso in downtown Carrollton (1301 S. Broadway Street -- about a block east of I-35) is hosting Pups on the Patio Wednesday to benefit the Texas Humane Legislation Network. Laura Donahue of THLN says the patio will be reserved for THLN and diners. Make a $10 donation and get discounted pizzas and other breaks. Importantly, Cane Rosso will match 100% of donations made to THLN during the 6 p.m.-9 p.m. event. Rainy weather? The place has a roof and we suspect things will be worked out. RSVP HERE. The THLN folks are already gearing up to convince the Texas Legislature to pass laws that benefit animals when it opens for business again in January. Read about it at thln.org.
[LARRY RANDOM ASIDE: I love downtown Carrollton. For several years in the early ‘80s I performed there with a theatre group called The Great Pretenders -- it was a joy for all the Pretenders and, based on applause, for the audiences, too. My funspouse Martha -- didn’t come along for a decade or so after that -- is a fan of Cane Rosso in Deep Ellum. We suspect it has translated well to Carrollton, perhaps better even than my interpretation of the male romantic lead, Det. Mark McPherson, in the murder mystery Laura. But that was years ago. I got better. Maybe.]
ON GARLAND DOG
Well, just when you think things are going to work out smoothly, there’s a fly in the buttermilk. I’m not sure that’s an actual saying -- don’t like flies, don’t like buttermilk. But I do like dogs and this one -- we mentioned her in Tuesday’s edition -- need some help quickly. The dog may be injured, could be in pain but definitely is homeless. The great Deborah Verner, veteran rescuer and “spokesperson” for this dog’s plight, sent a followup note Tuesday. She wrote, “Things are getting desperate for this pup. The guy whose yard this pup hangs out in is now texting my friend, Hilda, constantly wanting something to be done. He's wanting her spayed ASAP, since she is probably in heat, and driving his male pitbull crazy.” And Deborah says the dog needs a committed foster home “before Duck Team 6 can help. Plus, most rescues won’t take without a foster in place already.” There’s the mission: Get a foster, get a rescue group, get the dog to safety. Get starting on accomplishing this by by contacting Deborah at email@example.com.
RANDOM THOUGHT: FYI, October 10 is International Newspaper Carriers Day. I worked in the newspaper business for decades. I saw it shrink dramatically. So, I think it’s OK to suggest that Newspaper Carriers Day is akin to International Buggy Whip Day, International Rotary Telephone Day, International Video Rental Store Day, International Bowling Alley Pinsetter Day, International Lamplighter Day, International Switchboard Operator Day. ... Here’s a link to INTERNATIONAL NEWSPAPER CARRIER DAY.
And you see (a) the logo for the day and (b) an illustration suggesting that today’s newspaper carrier looks more like a TV than it does a kid on a bicycle with a heavy bag of birdcage lining.
MEANWHILE AT WILMER
New load of dogs; some success. We’ve been discussing the population of the Wilmer Animal Shelter for some time now and this week, it has new dogs. The good news is Olivia, the Staffie who came in from the Dowdy Road area, has gone into a rescue group. The other news is her running buddy Zeke, also a Staffie mix, is still waiting.
Our tipsters Laura Macias and Leighann Hayden have issued an appeal that describes Zeek as “one of the cutest little Staffies we have ever seen and he is just as sweet as can be. ... Zeke's best friend Olivia was chosen by a rescue, but he is still here, hoping and waiting. ... Such a sweetie pie. VERY WELL SOCIALIZED - VERY SWEET.”
Then there’s Isaac, the Chihuahua. “Such a cute little guy with great big sweet brown eyes. They are just beautiful. How this little guy found himself out and about, we do not know but he desperately needs someone. Please help save him … he is such a little cutie pie.”
Jasmine is that Pittie mix who “just seems so extremely grateful that the ACO found her. ... She was in the Dowdy Ferry dumping area (Dallas County area) with an approximate 6-8 month old pup that is probably one of her babies that was not adopted. It is clear she has recently had puppies and this sweet, sweet girl was probably dumped by someone along after they sold her pups. It looks like she may have been trying to gnaw her way out of a kennel - it just breaks your heart to think that a great girl, despite poor treatment, still has a heart full of complete and unconditional love for people, other dogs, etc. She really needs someone - take a chance on her please, she deserves to know love and have someone adore her …you can save this very, very sweet girl.”
And there’s Hunter, a Retriever/Border Collie Mix, who “posed for the photographs -- just adorable. ... He is a great dog that adores all people, other dogs, truly everyone! Please help save him.”
To help any or all of these Wilmer animals, call or text 214-949-2726; email Laura at firstname.lastname@example.org
RANDOM THOUGHT: Unanswered questions? Why do people dump dogs? My dear soft-hearted animal fan friend Bonnie Lovell once came to work at The Big Paper Downtown and was livid. She’s had caught a free-roaming Cocker Spaniel on her apartment complex parking lot and, thinking it had slipped out an open door, she took it back to the neighbor to whom the dog belonged. The woman opened the door, saw the dog and said, “Oh, we don’t want it any more so I set it free.” That was decades ago -- I hope that woman has (a) gotten a lot smarter and (b) never had another animal in her sphere of existence.
MEANWHILE IN BURNS FLAT:
THE DRAMA OF BELLA'S RECOVERY
In Tuesday’s edition, we told the story of rescuer Terry Lynn Fisher saving Bella, a Boxer whose ears have been butchered by some do-it-yourself cropper. The dog is starving, fighting infections and, yet, still trusts people.
Terry Lynn sent this note early Tuesday afternoon. “This girl wants to live... She was so happy to see people this morning. She has some skin issues going on. The vet will treat her for that. She is so malnourished, but they they feel she will make a full recovery. Such a sweet and loving girl. She is just a baby, under a year.
“Life has not been kind to her. Someone hurt this little one bad in the past... We will NEVER let that happen again. She needs little mini meals. She needs lots of love. And we will help her through this battle and make her realize not all people are bad.
“We need help with her vetting. She has a long road ahead of her, but with all of us beside her, she will get through this.
“Thank you to those that have already helped and for all your kind words and prayers. “We've got you Bella. You will know love from this day on.”
To offer to help Bella, email Terry Lynn at remembering_ email@example.com.
Later in the day Tuesday, Terry Lynn told us, "I honestly do not know how she survived all this time. She is enjoying her 'mini meals' and loves the attention she gets. She still trusts humans. I am so glad, for after they hurt her and failed her so bad, there could have been so many issues. She was very close to death when we finally got her. The food and medicine are helping her get stronger each day. While she is improving, she still has a long road ahead."
RANDOM THOUGHT: TV challenge. OK, so what will we do later this TV season when we realize The Big Bang Theory is not coming back and neither is a “main character” on Modern Family because somebody is getting killed off. Maybe it’s time for me to stop watching commercial television and just stick to epic poetry and goat yoga. Kidding -- honestly “kidding” isn’t a play on words regarding goat yoga.
WAITING IN DALLAS’
BIG OL’ SHELTER
Look at these faces! A dog with heterochromia iridium -- anybody want to help me start a foundation to stamp out this condition? I'm kidding. It's science talk for eyes of two different colors. Her name is Binky and she’s a spayed tricolor Alaskan Husky mix currently residng in the Dallas Animal Services and Adoption Center Shelter. She’s about 2 years, 9 months old the shelter things and she’s been there since the last day of September. Binky’s number is A0932460.
Yes, beautiful Binky has a wonderful face. And so does this cat Oliver (A1045390), a 3-year-old boy “gray and brown Domestic Shorthair” and, from our viewpoint, he is a cat with jowls. Doesn’t he look like someone’s wise ol’ British uncle who has been a frequent partaker of tea and too many biscuits? (Been at the shelter since October 3 -- clock is ticking, of course.) Got a notched ear, it looks like. Suggests that he's already fixed. I'll be he's a big purrererer, too.
To ask about either of these adorable adoptables or any of the animals in the care of Dallas Animal Services, call the shelter at 670-6800 or stop by the big facility at I-30 and Westmoreland, only minutes west of Downtown Dallas. You can go to dallasanimalservices.org to see photos of some of the hundreds of animals currently awaiting either adoption, rescue or the Needle of Death at DAS.
THE THIEF, ENLIGHTENMENT &
THE BURDEN OF THE BITTER VICTIM
[LARRY ASIDE: This is going to be long, so just skip if it you’re not in the mood. I’ll understand. Writing this was cheaper than finding a therapist. ]
I’m a peaceful guy but I don’t mind being bitter and angry as long as I can dose it with some daydreaming and, thus, suppress the desire to crack somebody’s skull.
Now about my purloined property introduced in the reference to the car burglary in today’s opening. During any rainy or dry day, too, get in touch with me if you should spot a Gentleman of the Street walking along with a Byron Nelson umbrella while carrying a plain black golf umbrella, wearing a Triple X-sized dark blue windbreaker (no lettering at all) and pretending to listen to something on brand new formerly unopened collector’s item Spider-man earphones. I didn’t have a transistor radio for him to steal and I’d like to give him one. I’m kidding. That’s not what I’d like to give him. But, first, I’d like to get my golf umbrellas and my 20-year-old sentimental windbreaker back.
Also, I’d like to visit this Dastardly Thief and give him a demonstration of the 2018 model of the Readlarrypowell.com Two-by-Four of Enlightenment. It has a setting for “Thou Shalt Not Steal” and a lever for “TurboSwing Enlightenment Booster.” I’d feel guilty about this attitude except that the clown took both my umbrellas -- he could have thoughtfully left me one for a rainy day. At least he didn’t pull the radio out of the car. He did, however, peel my inspection/registration sticker off the front windshield and take it. Cost me $6.50 to replace that.
So if you see a guy walking around with a Texas inspection sticker on his forehead, hold him in a nearby diner until I can get there with my Two-by-Four of Enlightenment. I’ll buy him a cup of coffee and tall stack at the counter, then help him get off the stool with a home run swing that lands right under the chin. Oh, I’m kidding. I wouldn’t do that. I’m a reporter. I’d ask for his life story, ask why he became a thief, ask what problems he may have that can be cured and then forgetting my manners I’d park a platter of pancakes right in his kisser. Sorry. Call me an activist victim.
I’ll pray for the guy, too -- pray that he has a persistent ringing in his ears and trouble smelling anything but maple syrup for about 20 years. Of course, all that would be wrong, and I pray that he recovers from his sinful ways. Oh, who am I kidding? I’m struggling with valuing his soul over my bargain windbreaker and umbrellas. Somebody print this out and make him read it. I’ll send him some of my fiction, too -- that’ll be some sincere punishment.
My KindSpouse Martha has said this writing is too mean for me -- this story of the theft and my daydream of delivering punishment. She’s right. I’ll try to do better.
And I’ll remind myself of those days in the 1970s when I used to pray for someone to steal my un-air-conditioned 1971 Chevrolet Vega and there was nobody God wanted to punish enough to make that happen. So I got to keep it until the engine blew up -- again. There’s probably a message there.
In those days I couldn't afford two umbrellas or earphones or a windbreaker. I'm not kidding. We had twins and car we couldn't depend on. But I still didn't steal from anybody. I simply spent my life savings on the worst car ever made. OK, enough. I'll go take two aspirin and swap two cuddly cats for a goat to take to yoga. I'm kidding the cats -- and their lawyer knows it.
--- To offer an opinion or to turn in the creep who took my stuff, click on “comment” below or email firstname.lastname@example.org, i.e., the Address of Savage Vengeance. ---