EDITION OF THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 2018 [PetPowellPress] We’re greeting November early on October 31, not because we’re suiting up for Halloween but because we’re taking November 1 away from the keyboard to do some thinking.
November being our favorite month, you understand.
It is exquisitely autumn in Texas. Some warmth at the start, some cold at the end, maybe. It’s a month with its own mind.
Here you see some of my agricultural work. I grew those pumpkins and maybe a dozen others (Jack Be Littles, about as big as a tennis ball) on vines that spread across our front yard and created a blockade for the postman’s usual path, but also created a walkway right up to the front porch mail slot.
Of course, the rain on Halloween turned the walkway into a pond -- not sure if the ghosts and goblins wore waders this year when reaching for the candy, but, maybe they’ll remember “that year the crazy old guy covered up the yard with pumpkin plants.” Oh, and to borrow from Linus of Peanuts fame, this is a "very sincere pumpkin patch."
November 1 was always the day my brothers and I would look through the candy we’d collected and make trades. In retrospect, we should have swapped it all for healthy vegetables, but we were kids -- we believed TV commercials about the joys of chocolate and other delights.
If you’re reading this on Halloween, make a vow to start November helping a dog, a cat or a human. Yeah, every now and then violate your own personal rule and help a human. I know how it goes: Spend enough time rescuing animals and you get a little bit fed up with people.
But, REMEMBER THIS THING THAT DOGS AND CATS KNOW: Angels walk among us and some of them are you."
A BRIEF MOMENT
FOR AN OL’ DOG
The story on this dog had bounced around to all the usual suspects and Karen Lee of Barkleyworld.com had forwarded it to Readlarrypowell.com.
Tiffany Nicole Flores of Saving Texas Senior Dogs had sent an appeal earlier in the week saying that the dog was heading toward a local shelter. The family was moving and unwilling to keep this guy. Tiffany’s note read, “He has spent his entire life on a chain. The harness so old that it has worn off the hair where it has sat for years. He was kept outside in the cold of the winter and the unrelenting heat of the Texas summers. Unloved and uncared for and now, unwanted. The shelter would be a cold and lonely end to an already long, miserable life. Yet despite insurmountable odds, this Old Grandpa is nothing but grins and tail wags. Happy to feel the pat of a hand and have a full belly.”
So, I dabbed my tears and called Tiffany to double-check and she said Dallas Dogrrr rescued the dog and found a safe place for him -- as you’d expect, after all those years on a chain, he’s got some health issues.
I told Karen, “I watched that video and just nearly thought I might have to get up and walk around the block five or six times in the rain. I guess I've had too many old dogs in my life to not be able to feel their hearts when I see them.”
Karen, also, had to grab the tissues and tap down those teardrops of understanding.
Watch this ol’ dog enjoying a walk HERE. After reading the story of this dog, I told Karen, “Pour me a shot of Wild Turkey with a club soda on the side. I'm avoiding Halloween candy.” She concurred.
DFW COCKER SPANIEL RESCUE
IS BUILDING UP THE INVENTORY
The annual “holiday party and auction” benefitting DFW Cocker Spaniel Rescue is scheduled 6 p.m.-10 p.m. on November 17 at Cafe Max in Richardson. Tickets are $35 through the 5th then they go up to $40. (Here’s the LINK.) In the meantime, they’re still gathering items for auction. What could you donate? Here’s a LINK.
Ask about the auction to donating by emailing [email protected] or [email protected] or [email protected] or [email protected] so we can arrange a pick up or drop off.
In case you wonder who the money helps, you can go to dfwcockerrescue.org where you’ll find such beauties as Lacie, 12, who lost her home when her human broke a hip.
[LARRY NOTE: We officially endorse all dogs. And we have experience with Cocker Spaniels, having been blessed with the presence of Inky, the Cocker Laureate of the State of Texas, for about 14 years. Fair warning: Take in a Cocker and be prepared to be treated as an equal -- and that’s a lot of forgiveness for being a human coming from these angels.]
HEARING FOR VAN ZANDT COUNTY CASE
SCHEDULED ON NOV. 5 IN CANTON
You may have seen the story of the SPCA of Texas and the Van Zandt County Sheriff’s office seizing 110 “allegedly cruelly treated animals” from a spot near Canton last week. Here’s the breakdown: 39 puppies, 35 dogs, 24 cats, 11 kittens and one horse.
Know how all this got started? Child Protective Services investigation in June. Children’s Advocacy Center then contacted the SPCA of Texas which was denied access to the property. But things continued and on the 19th, the sheriff’s office contacted the SPCA with, basically, a “let’s try it again” suggestion.
Search and seizure warrants were executed on the 26th. And, according to the SPCA of Texas news release, “The owners of the animals were arrested at the scene for child endangerment and animal cruelty and were booked into the Van Zandt County Jail.”
A custody hearing on the animals is scheduled for 2 p.m. on Monday the 5th in the court of Precinct 2 Justice of the Peace Sandra Plaster, 250 E. Grove St., Canton.
Here’s a link to see MORE PHOTOS from the scene.
You can donate to help the SPCA continue these cruelty investigation missions -- info is at spca.org.
CONTEMPLATION:
THE ECHOS OF SOULS AND SEASONAL SENSATIONS
The sound of the noon hour? We have a gated front porch and and it has a long flower bed attached to it and thick shrubbery. It’s impenetrable by bipeds, so it’s a perfect hiding place for feral cats. For two decades we had an irrepressible colony of feral cats -- first the family was black cats that came and went. Smidge and Moriarity, brother and sister who almost liked people, lasted the longest -- more than a decade. We trapped,neutered, returned -- repeatedly.
The next family was tabby cats -- all grey and black- or brown-striped with the M on the foreheads. Along the way there’d be others now and then, for example a black and white -- that’s The Senator -- he arrived already fixed and now advises me on literary matters. And one older fellow “got into something” after a few months of stubborn independence and I captured him against his will to try to get him some help. But anti-freeze is a tough monkey to beat once the cat’s found it somewhere. That’s what the ER doc said. That cat was known -- while on our porch -- as “Ol’ Doc White” -- every morning he looked like he was arriving after a two-day drunk and a fight with the ol’ lady.
The last kitten we took in -- a year ago in November -- is Simon, a “flamepoint” -- he had a tabby mom, two gray tabby siblings and an orange tabby sibling. They all vanished one night and left him in screaming in the shrubbery at about 4 weeks old. (That's the photo I took just after he'd been told he was not a girl. I'm not kidding. Below are his "flamepoints!").
We took him in and he is our big ol’ boy housecat. Not feral -- firmly an inside cat.
Now, there are no cat residents on our front porch. But just outside the bars, just across the 2-foot-wide flower box and down 3 feet to the leaf-covered ground under the holly bushes, is an upside-down old silver cat food can. Some feral dropped it there -- probably overlooked by me on the porch but not overlooked by the cat.
As this is being written, in a gentle cool rain about noon on Halloween, the shrubbery is in the right position and the unreachable catfood can is in the right place for water to run to an “elbow” in a “limb” of shrubbery. That water, forever in circulation on earth, becomes one big drop at a time that falls straight to that can with a resounding PLINK. You can hear it by clicking here.
And when I hear it, I hear the echoes of Lord knows how many cats and kittens and, yes, dogs, who visited our front porch and found a meal and, many times, a happy place to live their lives.
Those are my echoes.
May your November gift you with wonderful echoes of your own. Add the sound of a new cat or dog to the household. Meanwhile, I'm not going to try to fish that can out of the flowerbed -- I like to hear the memories.
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