EDITION OF MONDAY, NOV. 25, 2019 [PetPowellPress] Common cold, my nasal passages. Common Texas cold. I’ve been around 3 people with a common cold and it finally got me. That’s why I’m late posting the Monday edition. More in Congestions — I mean our Contemplations section at the bottom of this report. We’ve got to help some animals first.
THE GREAT
PHOTO OF
A DOG
WHO HAS
LOST EVERYTHING…
Readlarrypowell.com does not know who took this touching photograph of 11-year-old Sassy, but the picture captures the story so well. So well, that I’m teary-eyed looking at it. Someone save Sassy.
Our tip on this came from the great Karen Lee of barleyworld.com who, if our detective work is solid, got it from animal advocate Donna Bradshaw who got it from animal advocate Jennifer Sellers. So, yeah, Sassy is being networked. Here’s why she’s in the Richardson Animal Shelter.
The original note says it’s “due to the owner’s medical condition. Sassy is 11 years old, appears to have a bad eye, not sure if she can see out of it. She is heartworm negative, up to date on shots, spayed and friendly. Please consider rescuing her so she doesn't end up in the wrong hands!”
That last sentence sent me over the teardrop waterfall. Son of a gun, I can’t stand the thought of this 11-year-old, loved sweetie winding up as a bait dog or a “let’s see if she can fight” dog. [LARRY NOTE: The dog is the wrong mammal doing time in lock-up. The fighting creeps ought to be enjoying a lifetime sentence in a low-budget, high security Texas jailhouse.]
If you are a right kind of person or the right rescue group, Sassy is at Richardson Animal Shelter, 1330 Columbia Drive, Richardson. Call 972-744-4480.
Read about Sassy on PetFinder HERE.
And Richardson also has cats, i.e., this astoundingly fluffy girl, Kitty, a 3-year-old. She’s listed as a “Brown Tabby” but I would not be surprised to find a Maine Coon balancing on a limb in her family tree.
[LARRY THANKSGIVING NOTE: This is a genuine note of thanks to all of you rescuers and rescue groups and shelter workers who are in the trenches helping dogs and cats and other animals get the spotlight so that they can find safe homes. I don’t know what keeps you going after some of the things we see, but I know your hearts are magnificent engines of a beneficent nature. Here’s what has to happen daily: Spread the word of animals in need, spread the work of people helping the animals. It’s a cause for good all over the world.]
MITZY’S WAITING IN MESQUITE;
SHE’S A ‘VELCRO GIRL’
Judi Brown, the volunteer biographer for the Mesquite Animal Shelter, personally gets to know the animals she writes about. Mitzy is one of those.
She’s a year old Pittie mix who came in as a stray on November 18, Judi writes, “She has symmetrical markings along with a glossy brown coat with white accents. She has a sweet face, because she really is sweet! Although she explores and is very alert she chooses to stay close like Velcro. She wants to please. She’s highly motivated by treats and will sit for them. She gives hugs and kisses. She’s active but not overly so. She’s gentle and although she does jump on you she doesn’t knock you over. She’s just wanting a hug.”
She’s nearly a lap dog-sized. Just weigh 28 pounds.
Mitzy is #43253796. Use that number when you call the shelter at 972-216-6283 or when you email [email protected]
See more Mesquite available adorables at this SITE.
Among the cats, you’ll see? Monkey (42908033), a 6-year-old neutered cat who has been in the shelter since October 5. He’s probably ready for a home.
CONTEMPLATIONS
A COMMON COLD, CONGESTION, 3 CHORDS & A SNEEZE
For three days I’ve been out of energy. Not out of mucus. Thank you Common Cold. … A guy down the street — a more devoted yardman than I — has a leafblower that has an engine that operates on a frequency that bores a hole right into my cold-impacted head and aggravates my tinitis like somebody was shoving cherry bombs into my ear canal. He just turned it off and all I can hear is my original ringing, set off in 1964 or may '65. Some buddies and I snuck onto the not-yet-paved Interstate 30 on the then-northern edge of Texarkana and shot off a bunch of fireworks. When one of my firecrackers, balanced on a guardrail, didn’t explode, I blew on the lit end of my “punk” to illuminate the scene, leaned in to make sure I touched the stubby fuse and discovered a truth of life: Don’t lean down to look at an unexploded Black Cat firecracker. Ever since that night I’ve had a ringing. Can someone get that phone? My Mom saw the burnt specks on the front of my shirt and lectured me about the evils of smoking — which I never did — and I couldn’t hear her over the ringing anyway. … Today, I’m barely able to speak, and I have a headache, and my insomnia has been aggravated by over-the-counter meds and annoying thoughts of uncompleted tasks as Thanksgiving approaches.
This year I got a flu shot and a pneumonia shot — it is the Common Cold that has beaten me down. I went to WebMD to confirm my diagnosis of “Cold, you idiot.” I’ve already been to doctors this fall — that’s why I have had both the current flu shot an a pneumonia shot.
Last night I had a fever. WebMD says a fever is not that common in adults with a cold, but no impossible — children are “more likely to have a fever with a cold.” And, as regular readers know, I am somewhat child-like most of the the time. That WebMD link is HERE and this is my favorite spot-on passage: “With cold symptoms, the nose teems with water nasal secretions for the first few days.”
Yes, my nose teems!
I’ve needed a bucket strapped to the end of my honker for two days. If I could sleep, I’d need to be wearing a life-vest. As it turns out, I’m approaching the Johnny Cash-on-a-phlegm-day stage. Feel free to SING ALONG. And if you want more Johnny Cash, here’s a song with watery indications.
[LARRY NOTE: If you’ve read this far, please take a tissue and spray your screen and keyboard with a fast-drying antiseptic so you won’t catch this cold. I have no idea how powerful it is — but it fought its way through a flu shot and a pneumonia shot an my legendary determination to say healthy -- I avoid crowds, pox-bearing chickens, ticks and armadillos. Is there some place that doesn’t have the common cold? FYI: I love country music. Is there a country song about the common cold? Easier to write about heartbreak and beer than it is to write about mucus and sneezes.]
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