My father has been very sick. I dug up an old movie reel of a Channel 2 news story about the social services organization he co-founded. In some ways, I am envious that he found a way to affect the lives of thousands of people. For many of us, making our contribution is not so easy.
GOING BACK OUTSIDE... Training season is in high gear, meaning I'm returning to the outdoors. I won't be here very much, but want everyone to know that I enjoy the fun and kindness we all share!
I'm still trying to catch up with my life after being gone on a long vacation, but wanted to drop in with a video of my favorite night in Rio -- the 8 hour Sambadrome competition, a fierce competition between the top samba schools of Rio de Janiero. The parades span two night, each lasting over 8 hours.
One late night in early December, I received a Facebook invitation to something I didn't understand from someone I didn't know. I clicked, landed on a cluttered web page, got confused, and went to bed.
And then I had a dream. I was asleep in my tree by the Seine River with a badger sleeping nearby when I was grabbed by the tail and pulled down by a strange French man smelling of cigarettes and stinky cheese. He put me on a leash and threw me on top of a street organ and then screamed, "DANCE FOR DADDY, YOU WICKED LITTLE MONKEY, DANCE!" and so I danced on top of the street organ but my little monkey feet got tired and he screamed, "IF YOU DON'T KEEP DANCING, YOU DIRTY LITTLE MONKEY, I'M GOING TO PUT OUT MY CIGARETTE ON YOUR LITTLE MONKEY NOSE!!!" and so I danced until the soft monkey pads on the bottom of my little monkey toes began to bleed and then my feet got really tired and I started to slow down and he screamed, "KEEP DANCING, YOU DELICIOUS LITTLE MONKEY, BECAUSE IT MAKES YOUR LEGS MORE TENDER FOR THE STEW I'M COOKING!" and then I screamed louder than I ever thought I could scream and then the French man screamed because my badger was chewing off his leg.
And then I woke up. I don't know why, but I ran to my computer... and it suddenly all made sense. A man living in Paris had indeed bought me that night in this world called Human Pets. He also bought me a pet collar and posted it on my comment page along with one word: "Delicious." And then a badger named Patrick bought me and we have been together ever since.
...(click on the image below) ...(oh, and if you like this SHOCKING true tale, feel free to thumb it)
I decided to create a shop with photos I've taken myself. Everything is original and guaranteed to be available only from my shop. That, I think, is what can make them special for that special owner or pet. Why not buy something on impulse? Oh, why not... :-Drew
