EDITION OF WEDNESDAY, OCT. 30, 2024 [PetPowellPress] This is being typed against great odds. Perhaps, I'll go into them later. If the
rejuvenation of misery-on-my-screen does not relent.
Yes, that is my Senior Office Cat William Powell, the green-eyed handsome rascal who came to me at a critical moment late Tuesday morning and began to purr soothingly while chanting "Take a Break, Give Treats To the Cats." Here we go with the rest of this edition's effort. Oh, an appropriately, one of my emails had this subject line and don't think I didn't immediately consider another of the "Amazing Uses For Rubbing Alcohol." I'm kidding. I know better. I was a reporter for decades -- nobody ever bought me a Rubbing Alcohol Martini. That I know of.
So, as we work on the challenge of a "malfunctioning system" today, we'll just declare that William represents ALL CATS THAT NEED A HOME. He is an example of how wonderful it is to have a happy cat around the house. We'll now move on, unless my internal computer shuts down my shoes. I don't know how much a computer controls. Do you?
A DOG NAMED PATSY?
ONE OF MANY NEEDING A HOME....
OK, my Dear Readers, the challenges of the 21st century are causing me to finish this edition with a much shorter presentation with fewer animals. But, thanks to our volunteer dog-writin' tipster at Mesquite Animal Services, the determined Debra Chisholm, we have this girl Patsy to promote. She's #57147908 and available at Mesquite. Cite her shelter ID when you call the shelter at 972-216-6283 or email [email protected].
The story on Patsy is she came in as a stray on the 24th. She's about 4 months old, weighs 25 pounds and is real cute in both of these photos. Debra wrote, "Patsy is listed as a Terrier mix pup ... Her sleek, shiny brindle coat is so attractive. She walks nicely on a leash, will sit for treats and takes them nicely, has plenty of fun-loving, high-spirited enthusiasm! This spunky youngster is raring to get out of the confining noisy shelter environment and find her forever home."
Read Patsy's entire bio by going to her listing on the Mesquite Animal Shelter online site at THIS SHELTER LINK.
Also, at the website you can find the bios of these dogs -- some by Debra, some by Judi Brown, both veteran dog-writing volunteers at Mesquite. You can see photos and read about the following:
-- RESCUE ONLY: GADGET, ID 57131634 (He's a little guy with a front-leg problem.; Iris, ID 57150205 1yr Blue-eyed Alaskan Husky;
Scooby ID 57136521 3yr shepherd mix (GS, Belgian shepherd, Dutch shepherd), responds well to praise/very affectionate; and Larson ID 57139214 1yr 95% Belgian Malinois handsome, outstanding markings/friendly."
Also, as you may suspect, when you click your way to the shelter, you can see cats and kittens, too. Why did I pick these two to highlight? (1) Lucretia is a good name for a cat and (2) in all my years of cat writing, I've never encountered a feline -- young or old, male or female -- named Adrenochrome. [LARRY ASIDE: I'm sure I'm out of touch with some element of modern entertainment society. Heck, look how handcuffed I am by a bad-acting computer appaloosa, er, app.]
CONTEMPLATIONS
21st CENTURY CHALLENGES
In the 20th century we put man on the moon; as the end of the first quarter of the 21century approaches, unwanted Google ads are freezing my open AOL emails as I am trying to either write my own or reply to others. So far, only way out is to shut down AOL -- and if the ads freeze the email, I can't even copy and save the content. Is this the most perplexing challenge of 2024 -- not really, but it is the one that has tangled up my communications a few times daily for the past couple of weeks. ... It's tough enough trying to open emails and save photos and texts, but this complication that's freezing my usually smooth-as-an-Olympic-ice-rink system of publication. ...
A TRUE FACT? It is roll-out-your-trash day in our neighborhood. I'll be spending some of the afternoon packaging up all sorts of household stuff -- frankly, it's a lot like editing my own non-fiction. OK, here's a rain warning: If you look outside and see that there is a deluge coming from the clouds, you'll know what precise time I picked to roll the bins to the curb, then trip over an inundated hazard in the front yard and fall on my back while looking up at the sky like some kind of demented free-roaming, thirsty yard turkey.
And if you sense a bitter tone in this edition, you have sensed correctly -- I'm bitter about an otherwise smoothly working computer falling victim to a some kind of commercial interruption on each email I opened. This never happened before man went to the moon.
-- Offer advice or a place to hide-out by clicking on 'comment' below or by emailing [email protected] and don't expect a quick reply. ---