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Are you an animal lover? DON'T support the HSUS!!!

2009-12-05T16:28:00.006-05:00

They talk a good game, but they don't quite play by the rules. Time and again, the Humane Society of the United States (which, by the way, has nothing to do with local Humane Societies in your communities) has asked for donations and done so using names and faces of dogs they have had no hand in assisting. They make it sound like they're sending money to help that dog, and dogs like it, but those animals are NOT benefiting from HSUS funds, and it is reprehensible to suggest otherwise.

Check this out:

This is Faye. She survived because of you.

I’ll never forget Faye’s story. I bet you won’t, either.

Our team met her in Missouri, when The Humane Society of the United States helped rescue hundreds of animals from the horrors of dogfighting. She’d been wounded badly in a fight, and a dogfighter had mercilessly cut off her lips. She was in tough shape, but we found her in the nick of time.

Watch our moving video to see Faye’s happy ending — then become a Humane Hero with your monthly donation to our 2010 Animal Survivors Fund.

Faye’s a lucky survivor: She now sleeps in a warm bed in a safe place. To help save thousands of animals just like her in the new year, we’re doing something we’ve never done before, and it’s BIG: We’re hoping to raise a million dollars online by December 31 for our 2010 Animal Survivors Fund.

It’s ambitious — but so are our plans for saving animals next year. We’ll not only continue to help bust dogfighting rings, but we’ll also take on the individuals and industries that profit from animal suffering — from people who club baby seals to death, to those who confine animals in factory farms, to those who abuse dogs in puppy mills.

Your gift of $20.10 a month for 2010 — just 66 cents a day — can help thousands of animals like Faye not just survive, but thrive in the new year. Click here to watch Faye’s video and make your tax-deductible monthly donation today. Thank you for everything you do for animals.

Sincerely,
John Goodwin
Manager, Animal Fighting Campaign
The Humane Society of the United States

Sure sounds like they've taken your money and done wonderful things for sweet little "Faye," right?

Then why do you suppose this was in the comments in an earlier post on the topic?

I am rather sad that HSUS has chosen to use Fay (not Faye)in their fund drive. Fay has never received a dime from HSUS. How do I know? Because I am the one that is fostering Fay. Fay is currently going through expensive surgeries to recreate medically need lips so her teeth do not fall out, her jaw bone stops deterioating, and she can live a normal life. HSUS never contacted us regarding Fay. In the video John states she is in a loving home…really…thanks for the compliment but Fay is LOOKING for her forever home.

If you really want to help Fay, please go to our website, http://www.muttsandstuff.com and click on the donate now button. If you want to help the other 35 dogs we took with their own health issues….please donate. We are a small group that can use the help.

There are endless stories of similar claims from the HSUS, for good they did with survivors of Bad Newz Kennels, for good they did during a recent fight ring bust in MO (when the group working so hard there was the Humane Society of MO, NOT the US) which brought Fay to safety, and countless others. The HSUS has no problems taking your money or the credit, they just have a little problem with follow through, and actually doing the work.

Know where your money is going, and who is receiving its benefits. Generally, donating to smaller, local groups is best - they need the money more, and it will affect your general area more directly.

Vote for B-MORE DOG!!!

2009-11-29T17:24:00.003-05:00

Once every twelve hours per computer!

Some days, the Snuggie just won't do...

2009-11-28T08:29:00.003-05:00

Good Morning, Starshine!

2009-11-16T21:22:00.002-05:00

This is Oscar's room. It was obviously storage when he showed up almost six years ago, and he wasn't supposed to stay, because I didn't want a dog, so it stayed storage. Liberty's room is much nicer. There is floor space, a crate, a chair, a dog bed, blankets, all kinds of comfortable things. But her room doesn't smell like Oscar. So Oscar's room is where Liberty sleeps.

In the morning, Fiona and Trevor wake Oscar and I up, then we all wander as a herd down the hall to wake up snoring beauty there. (Aslan sleeps in the front of the house usually)

(Oscar was sitting next to me the whole time. When I said "Oscar do you want to say hi to her?" I looked down and he shook his head)

Who needs Halloween candy...

2009-11-02T19:41:00.004-05:00

...when you're surrounded by sweetness like this?

(Oscar's head is in my lap, Fiona is on my shin)

Be More on Pit Bull Awareness Day!

2009-10-24T13:36:00.004-04:00

Today is the Third Annual Pit Bull Awareness Day!

In past years I've shown you videos and thrown facts at you.

This year, I need to ask you a favor.

B-More Dog has been chosen out of all the animal organizations in the country to be one of sixty four entered in Rachael Ray's Mutt Madness competition. It's run like a football playoff, with half the groups each week moving on to the next level. Each time they do, they win money. The last group standing wins $50,000!

There are some really amazing groups in this competition - sixty-four really amazing groups, to be exact. And B-More Dog is still fairly new, having been an official non-profit for less than a year. But we've done terrific things already.

We've gone to a few schools in Baltimore with our dogs, and taught the kids how to behave around dogs, taught them why abuse and dog fighting is wrong, and encouraged them to work with their own dogs in training classes - after we left, one youth said he wanted to be a dog trainer when he grew up!

We've collected leashes and collars for free distribution to those who don't have their dogs properly secured.

And our biggest accomplishment, in my opinion, is B-More In Control, a program the city backs fully, that we've given at several area shelters. Targeted towards people who've received citations on animal issues, but free to anyone who wants to attend, we're teaching people how to better judge canine body language, where to find activities they can do with their dog that will help keep the dog happy and healthy and within the confines of the law.

$50,000 could go a long way for a group like this in spreading these programs to a larger audience, finalizing lesson plans and audio-visual additions to the program that would allow us to go beyond Baltimore, and helping everyone realize that breed of dog doesn't matter, taking responsibility does.

Please, please sign on to Rachael Ray's website and register to vote in Mutt Madness.

As I said, it's like a sports play off, so you'll have to vote for a group in each of the brackets. Also as I said, all sixty-four groups are really amazing, so you can't go wrong no matter who you vote for. The first round ends tomorrow, October 25 - Please vote for B-More Dog to continue!!!

And tell everyone you know!

Can You Handle The Truth?

2009-10-22T17:16:00.001-04:00

Pit Bull Awareness Day is this weekend! Will you think of rumors, or will you know the truth?

Whisper or scream

2009-10-08T13:01:00.005-04:00

Today Oscar and I went to get his rabies vaccine. He isn't a fan of the vet's office, so we decided to try a low price clinic our local humane society does. Lots of places do of this - check your area! - it's just $5 for the shot. We went in, and discovered I didn't have the right paperwork. It took two phone calls to two different vets, but we finally got it so they would fax it to the humane society.

While we were waiting, Oscar was alternating between uber slut and screaming banshee of excess energy. Everyone was very patient and kind, and I spent almost an hour just trying to practice obedience - by which I mean, I would give very basic commands that he does in his sleep and he would vibrate and shriek and occasionally sit, down, or heel. A bit hyper-stimulated was my boy.

But he still loves him some people, so he was allowed to meet everyone who was interested. One man came over, and I knew right away what television show he watches too much of. The man apparently decided that Oscar should be allowed to sniff his hand, right hand only, but not lick. So he reached for Oscar, hand neatly curled up as though he were hiding a treat, and would say "good boy" when Oscar sniffed and then, when the tongue came out
PSSCCHHHT

Which succeeded in having Oscar look at him like "Oh, I'm sorry, did you just have a stroke?" and then try to kiss him again. And get a response of
PSSCCHHHT
from the man.

This happened three times, with me going from mildly amused to pretty dang irritated (I kinda really, really freaking hate it when people reprimand my dog when he's just being a dog)

Finally, the man looked Oscar in the eye, wagged his finger at him like an 18th century school marm and said, quite sternly,
"You are not the boss of me. I am a man. You are a dog. You are not the boss of me."

Well, now that we have that clear. We'll look past the fact that dominance is a thoroughly out-dated behavioral concept, and that most behaviorists and animal experts think a certain television show is teaching people very dangerous methods that are harming animals. We'll forget all that and focus on the fact that I really, really hate it when people reprimand dogs for being dogs. And I hate it more when it's my dog.

Jackass.

Oh, well, Oscar obviously isn't any worse for the wear -

we went to Petsmart after where he was stuffed full of treats by every employee they have, and where he didn't even pee inappropriately, after I stopped him that once from attempting to claim the toy aisle as his own.

Lest you think I've given up the lure of the sheep, I do have a very few pictures from a recent project. A friend's mother had some pet sheep for a while, and they are starting to get old, the sheep and the mother, and the family has decided not to replenish the herd. So the friend (who collects geckos and has an extremely cute pit bull named Newt) asked me if I would be able to help make something memorable as a surprise for mom. And yes, I can!

So I was delivered a big box of wool, about a pound of it, which looked like this

Then I washed it

laid it out to dry

carded it

(with help)

and now I have this pretty stuff to play with

I'll spin it up and knit a hat from it, a really lovely Christmas gift.

This never happens when I go to the barber...

2009-10-01T15:25:00.001-04:00

DOG - TRATO IGUALITARIO - TREAT EQUAL IGUALDAD ANIMAL - STRAY ANIMAL FOUDATION

2009-09-25T14:59:00.001-04:00

2009-09-11T08:29:00.002-04:00

Two thousand, nine hundred, ninety-six.

One thousand, eight hundred, twenty-six.

It’s hard to picture any one thing in an amount like either of those two numbers, isn’t it?

So how about these numbers: Eight. Three. or One.

Eight years of little anniversaries, romantic gestures, dreams, and planning for the future. Eight years of marriage. Eight years that aren't enough.

Three children, growing and learning and loving. Three sets of school plays and football games and high school proms and moving into adulthood. Three children doing that without a father.

And just One Benjamin Suarez.

One man, father, husband, brother, uncle, friend.

One Benny, who can no longer show of his tattoos signifying his two great passions - the name of his wife Sally on one arm, and a dragon entwined with the emblem of the New York Fire Department on the other.

One Benny who was tender and romantic, often remembering little anniversaries even his wife forgot.

One Benny, who had dreams of buying a house with his wife. Who wanted nothing more than to make Sally happy, saying “'I could live in a cardboard box, but I have to make sure you have the house you want.'”

One Benny who grew up in Brooklyn always active in church and the community, so that becoming someone who spent his life working for others was a natural progression.

One Benny who was a familar face to all in the neighborhood, who could go no place in the district where he wasn't known and loved by all.

One Benny, who loved his job as a firefighter in Manattan’s Ladder Company 21, at 38th Street for the excitement, the time with the community and because the flexible schedule allowed him to be with his children and attend their events proudly, sometimes bringing the whole ladder company along with him.

Two thousand, nine hundred, ninety-six lives were lost on September 11, 2001.

That was two thousand, nine hundred, twenty days ago, when
One Benjamin Suarez, at Thirty-Six years old, after working a Twenty-Four hour shift, called and said his last words to his wife:
“I have to help the people”.

~~~~~

The Tower

Into the Tower, we must go
There’s people in trouble,
We all know.

The towers stretch into the sky
Over one hundred stories high.

As people run out every way
They are in trouble they can not stay

Down the stairs, they must go lower
To leave the danger of the tower.

For damage caused to the towers beauty,
We must go in, it is our duty.

As we go high we have to poke
Because the thickness of the smoke

Its getting hot as we go higher
The intense heat of burning fire.

This is real, its no dream
As people run, and people scream

As things drop of the damaged tower
People hide and people cower.

We did not know it would fall
We done our duty
We gave our all.

Written by David Boyce
On the 30th of May 2004

South Wales police officer sc7061 Boyce was one of 340 to attend 9/11 memorial 2002 at Ground Zero and says:

Since returning to the United Kingdom after the 2002 memorial visit I found my spiritual side and I started writting spiritual poetry.
This came to me one morning on 30 May 2004 by a fire fighter by the name similar to Suarez. Until a short time ago I did not know if this was correct.
I have just looked at the lost list and found the name Benjamin Suarez who was lost at 9/11 WTC.
I had the visions of actually going up the stairs within the tower whilst the rescue was taking place, although I [had] never actually been to New York until the 2002 911 memorial.
Please send this to the relevant people who may appreciate this poem.

God Bless them all
Dave Boyce
~~~~~

Janine of Staten Island made this quilt for the family of Firefighter Benjamin Suarez, in his memory. The quilt was delivered in person to the fire station in August 2002.

Focus and Clarity

2009-08-29T08:38:00.005-04:00

Four months ago, when Liberty was still at the vet after being hit by the car where rescuers found her, when we were trying to figure out what would happen to her when it was time for her to leave the vet, a woman from a local rescue was talking to me about her and kept saying "wow, she reminds me so much of my girl". Probably in shock from actually considering bringing another pit bull into my already full home, I didn't make the connection. But that woman, and more so her dog, were "famous" in a way. Because of one particular man who returned to work this week. You might have seen the dog. I'm sure you've heard of the man.

That cover dog is Sweet Jasmine, one of the dogs rescued from Bad Newz Kennels, likely born there, through the blessings of God and hearts of people that never fail to amaze me, not destined to die there. For her first four years of life, we don't really know what happened, though there is a great deal of evidence that it was nothing short of torturous. For her final year, Jasmine had a loving family, other animals that she lived peacefully with, and a truly blessed final few months, before she was hit and killed by a car this week. Many in the pit bull community consider Jasmine's cover article to be a major (positive) turning point for our breed. I hope that's true. And yes, Liberty does look a great deal like her, down to the wonky ears, questioning eyes, and pouty lips.

The temperament, too, seems similar. To read about the dogs as they recover from those disgusting horrors is to read about Liberty. The fear, the hiding, the timidity - and the relentless love for people. From day one, Liberty would cower to the ground, tail glued to her belly, refusing eye contact... and do it while crawling towards the person she feared; wanting so much to be by them, even certain they would beat her. That's the heart of a pit bull. So unwaveringly full of love it puts the rest of the world to shame.

And we should be ashamed.

We will remember that man's name for decades to come. Partly because he can throw a ball. More because of the unspeakable acts he now claims to be sorry for. Whether he is or he isn't truly sorry, I can't and won't say. Because I choose not to spend more time dwelling on him than is absolutely necessary. I can't focus on the evil in the world - there is too much of it. I have to focus on the beauty.

I have to focus on the full body hugs I get from Liberty every time I come home. I have to focus on the way she gently licked away my tears last week at the end of a sad movie. I have to focus on the way her tail wags when anyone - Trevor, Aslan, Fiona, Oscar, or myself - walks into the room where she is napping. I have to focus on the jello-like wiggles that overcome her body when she sees a human. The pogo-like bouncing when she realizes it's someone she's met before. I have to focus on the uncountable numbers of people that say "oh, she's so beautiful - what a sweet face!" and not the handful that say "she looks mean" (it must be the pink collar, or maybe the Tinkerbell tee-shirt.)

I have to focus on Hector, Zippy, Jonny Justice, Leo, Sweet Pea, Uba, Iggy, Audie, Grace, Jhumpa Jones, Ernie, Frodo, and Teddles. And on Sweet Jasmine.

And when I think about Jasmine, as I have often this week, I will think about the wonderful, peaceful life, over-flowing with love that marked the end of her time in this life. She deserved that.

Rest in peace, Sweet Jasmine. Your gifts to this world weren't about being unusual at all, but about how very typically pit bull you were. It's clear to me we could use a little more of that.

A Monster Movie

2009-08-16T18:11:00.003-04:00

Deep under the heart of Amie's shed
lurks something so horrible
so terrifying
only the bravest souls could dare face it
and dig it out

(No, I don't know what it is, but I know I don't want them to find it)

Give me Liberty, or give me Oscar!

2009-08-11T18:30:00.002-04:00

A friend of mine is a professional photographer, and he very kindly consented to photographing two of my beasts a few weeks ago. I took the dogs for a long walk in the woods, then met Rob at a football field that could be completely fenced in. Rob is brilliant. Here is proof:

If you're wonky and you know it wag your tail

Liberty likes to run fast

faster

fastest

She likes to bunny hop

and show off her bunny ears

Time for a moment of meditation

But what do I see over there?

Treats!?!

Maybe big brother can get it

But sometimes a girl needs a break

a little breather

"I don't like heat"

"... but I like peoples!"

I"ll just chill out in the shade here while you look at that handsome Oscar

I mean, he is awfully good-looking

with a great smile

and what girl doesn't love a jock?

Hey, ma, do you know where the treat box went?

Can we play a game?

How about Hide and Seek??

I love my momma and my momma loves me!

Thanks for looking!!

Oscar and Liberty Go To the Pool (that's TO, not IN)

2009-07-20T20:43:00.003-04:00

Our friend Cristyn invited Liberty and Oscar over to her back yard to see how they would like swimming. So off we went...

and in some especially brave moments
but never actually got IN.

There was a lot of exploring of the yard,

and trying to find the dogs that were barking inside

And there was also peeing with the shockingly impressive quantity only Oscar can manage, but I'll spare you photos of that. (Let's just say Cristyn's male dog may have dehydrated himself several times over trying to cover all of Oscar's marks)

But mostly Liberty tried to point out that even though she bunny hops, she is not a beach bunny.

However, Oscar felt this sign was appropriate

because if you aren't wary, there will be a great deal of this

and this

and occasionally some of this

And for the last two photos, Oscar gives his impression of a Great Dane:

And Liberty says "Thanks, Cristyn - can we come play again soon???"
(how's that for a fearful pit bull, huh?)

... I hope he'll stay Six forever and ever!

2009-07-05T06:44:00.001-04:00

(Generally we celebrate Oscar's birthday on the Fourth, but YouTube took so long to upload this that we're stretching it out a little)

Liberty Learns Physics

2009-06-18T21:20:00.004-04:00

If someone outweighs you by fifteen pounds, and is six inches taller than you, and you want to wrestle with them

STAND ON THE COUCH!!!

And here's the little lady all dressed up with no place to go

(Her shirt says "What part of PRINCESS don't you understand?")

Why has Amie been so busy?

2009-06-05T08:28:00.000-04:00

She's been hanging out with great dogs!

WrestleMania!!!

2009-05-30T06:50:00.002-04:00

In this corner...

Weighing in at 7 or 8 pounds, most of it fluff, wearing the pink floral collar and bell,

Fiona "The Dog Catcher" Mishelle!

In this corner...

Weighing in at 39 pounds, most of it scar tissue, wearing the lupine collar and purple tag,

Liberty "No Really, She's Weird Looking" Karma!

With several left hooks from Fiona, Liberty tries to head butt -- but then the illegal move from Fiona, who Mike-Tyson's Liberty into submission!!! In a great comeback, Liberty recovers from that, and attempts her trademarked "Back Scratcher" move to shake Fiona from her perch. Failing in that, she is forced to resort to girl-fighting like an elementary school play ground and win the match!

2009-05-25T17:57:00.002-04:00

Oscar and I took a walk today (as we often do) with my mother and her favorite daughter Jackie. This is a typical walk for us - we meet at a park about half-way between our homes, and walk about five miles or so:

and as we get to the end of the walk, Jackie stops anytime there is shade

but Oscar just wants to know where we're going next

Well, next we're going home, where Oscar got to go inside for some water, and I took Liberty outside for some school! This is her fourth training session, all of which have been about this long. I think she just might be brilliant!

http://s282.photobucket.com/albums/kk268/RoseByAny/Chapel/?action=view&current=100_3630.flv
(obviously sit, down and a little come)

Recalling Liberty

2009-05-18T13:28:00.004-04:00

This is an awful lot of video of my grass growing, because I didn't get the camera angle quite right. But she walked all the way out on her own, since I discovered she'd go anywhere as long as Oscar went first. And she's improving every day.

Nevertheless, you see a glimmer of bunny dog in there, and sparks of what a happy girl she can potentially be.

Please forgive my high couture, I had just crawled out of bed. Likewise, the screeching voice is, I would like to believe, not the norm for me. It takes some effort still to get her ramped up.

And ramped up it did get her, because this is what she did for the rest of the day (turn up your speakers):

Flirting with Oscar

2009-05-06T18:08:00.003-04:00

Admit it. You would too. He's hawt.

The Start of Liberty's Journey

2009-05-03T10:45:00.003-04:00

This is what cowered in the backseat of my car for 40 minutes Friday evening.

She didn't move, but sat curled up in the tightest ball she could maneuver, just shaking for the entire time.

At my house, she has her own crate.

It looks like a mansion around her little body, but it's less than 36 inches in any direction.

I leave the door open when I'm in the house, so she can come and go as she pleases (since none of the other animals are pestering her, and she doesn't seem bothered by their occasional visits) and this is about as far away from the crate as she'll get on her own.

(you can't see the poop on the bottom right - she's so terrified of being outside, that even though I do believe she's housetrained, she got out of her crate, pooped, and covered it with a towel. Fiona actually found it for me.)

She has no problems with any of the other animals, but only one of them will sit where I want them to sit long enough for me to take a picture

Not a great angle for size comparison, and I'm not super crazy about the body language going on here, but that's as tense as the language got, and Oscar was excused immediately after I took the picture.

(I do NOT recommend inexperienced people try to throw two dogs together to take a cute picture. I know Oscar pretty well, and pay very, very, close attention to body language. And I realize that if I'd been wrong about what I was seeing, this could have been a photo of a dog fight that ended in death. Use extreme care and patience when introducing a new animal to resident animals, and always, always be willing to accept that they might never get along.)

Freedom for Liberty

2009-04-30T17:31:00.004-04:00

On Sunday, April 19, about ten minutes after I left a meeting with the woman who is mentoring me in my quest for Animal Behavior certification, said woman left her office on Wards Chapel Road, pulled out onto Liberty Road, and saw a pit bull hit by a car.

She immediately pulled over, got two other co-workers who were following her to pull over, and they started the chase to see if the little dog was alright. They attempted to get cars to stop, or at least slow down, and most of them responded with much profanity and gestures which involve limited numbers of digits. At one point, one man did pull over to help. Then he saw the dog, yelped "Is that a PIT BULL????" got back into his vehicle, and locked the doors.

Oh, did you not know that pit bulls are the breed most likely to carjack you???

Anyway, it took over an hour, but they finally ran the little dog down, got her into one of their trucks, and immediately took her to the vet hospital where one of those leading the chase just so happens to be a vet tech.

A few hours later, as the most out-spoken pit bull proponent my mentor knows, I got the call telling me the above details. Being the bleeding heart that I am, I said "Jeez, I wish I could afford another dog, but there's just no way I possibly can, otherwise I'd offer to take her in for a while." Any sane person would hear the true meaning behind my words, which is "thank goodness I can't afford another dog, I don't have the time or energy for that."

Also, any sane person wouldn't spend a few hours trying to catch a strange dog in the middle of rush hour traffic. Audience is a very important thing to remember when you make statements like the one I made.

My mentor said "oh, thank goodness - I just can't possibly fit her into my house [the woman has eight dogs, seventeen cats, several birds, and a herd of herding animals, she is one of the few people who really means it when she says "no room at the inn"], so you can take her home and I'll pay for her food and vetting while we find her a new home."

This is what you may refer to as an EPIC FAIL.

*sigh* But the thing is, I really, really can help in this situation. I have a small room she can stay in that can keep her separate from Oscar and the cats as long as that is needed, I understand how to deal with the crap pit bull owners have to deal with all the time (like idiots who lock their car doors to keep dogs out), I understand dog behavior, have an animal behaviorist on speed dial if there's an emergency, and am more than comfortable with basic manner and obedience training.

So how could I turn this girl away?

I really couldn't turn her away once I'd met her. She has very obviously been badly abused in the past. She is covered in scars, one of her ears is ragged, the other is missing the bottom two inches, her lips are terribly uneven and the vet who looked at her initially said it looked like they'd been stitched up at home by an amateur, and her legs are malformed, whether through bad breeding or injury it's unclear. And she was intact (was - we took care of that). She's terrified of everything - has to be coaxed to go outside and then spends the whole time asking to come back in. She flinches dreadfully at any sudden movements, and she has no idea what to do with any toys I showed her. She's about three years old, (at a little under 40lb) about a dozen pounds lighter than Oscar, and just looks TINY.

And she is the sweetest thing. Gentle as can be, and has shown textbook ideal reactions to both dogs and cats (in fact, the very first time I met her, I asked a vet tech to bring the office cat in, and while the dog was eating a treat out of my hand, the cat sniffed her lip - the dog didn't even lift a lip or make any kind of "back off" gesture in dog - that's better than Oscar would have done!)

So May 1 begins a New Life for the little one, who we have called Liberty, both for where she was found, and for her freedom from whatever horrible life she had before. In my house, she will be given training and love, and will never know pain again. The behaviorist has said she respects my decision on who should end up with her, and I will be sure she finds a forever home that will respect and cherish her as she deserves. And I already know my heart will break when it's time for her to leave.

(here's video of her on a potty break with me. she has seen the door to inside and cannot for the life of her figure out how to get me closer to it. so she does this odd backing-up-to-rev-up-for-a-jump thing I've only ever seen one other dog do. That would be Oscar. )

You can fly!

2009-04-16T19:21:00.002-04:00

When there's a smile in your heart
There's no better time to start
It's a very simple plan
You can do what the birdies can
At least it's worth a try

You can fly! You can fly!
You can fly! You can fly!