On Saturday I went about the process of trying to open a wee gun safe I got from my father. It’s a sentimental thing, because my dad was an absolute gun nut, had several safes and well, I wanted to keep one. Now, this might have been a simple thing except for one thing: the […]
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I was at work on Tuesday trying to be a good state worker when I got an email from Mark that was rather distracting. He said that Todd, the nice fella that sent our mynah bird by plane three weeks ago, inadvertently mailed us another mynah bird. “Mailed?” I asked. “How do you mail a mynah
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This posting is to share a few images from the Great Outdoors taken the last couple of weeks. First, my friend the tussock moth caterpillar. This fella was munching on a milkweed plant. I like its colors, the fact that it looks sort of like a fly I’d use to try to catch a trout, and also because word
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It took Little Buddy a little over a week to get out and safely back in her cage by herself, and one thing that helped her along was putting a yellow washcloth on the door of the cage to give it a firmer feel. Once she figured out the yellow wash cloth was safe to land on, we moved the
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While I thought that a dog, a cat, a ferret, some fish and 10 or 11 hamsters was enough to care for and interact with, my husband, Mark, did not. He wanted a bird. And in particular, a bird that would sit on his shoulder, talk to him now and again and just pal around. He looked high and
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For those of you keeping track of the wins and losses lately, my losses (which included one pet hamster, one pet bird, one father and my female dog) greatly outnumbered the wins lately. This weekend, though, was a win. And a big one. See, once upon a time I married a guy with four kids
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Back 13 years ago, my criteria for picking out a pal for our male dog, Dusty, was pretty simple–I wanted a female, bijon friese-lhasa apso mix, and she had to lick me to indicate she licked me. This is the puppy that picked me. Little Dipper and our first puppy, Dusty, got along from the get-go.
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The fact is, I almost didn’t go on the trip I’d planned with my Snowy Hoot-ers pals a few months ago, because the day we were to leave was two days after my dad’s funeral. But Brenda and Sylvia encouraged me to drag my grieving self along and it turns out they–along with a few margaritas
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Alden Lloyd Peterson, herein known as “Pete,” was born on July 22, 1936, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. He was the son of Alden William Peterson and Janet Todd Chalmers and was the second of three sons. His brother, Thomas, beat him to this world by 2 years, and his brother, Roy, followed 5 years after Pete.
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Since everyone should probably get at least one hamster in their life, and because I’d never had one of my own, I set about to get a hamster of my very own . . . to add to the ten or so that Mark already had in the house. Her name is Daisy and she
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