October 29th 2010 5:31 pm
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My fellow Americans,
First, I'd like to welcome our new friends from Our Place. They make my Mom smile a lot.
We've been busy around here. As many of you know, my Mom has a severe case of rheumatoid arthritis, and it got way way worse for awhile. But now she has a new doctor, who's working hard.
And she's going to get one knee made better soon! We're all so excited!
I'm hoping that Bran, our handsome German Shepherd, decides to start his page. Like me, he was a rescue, and boy, did he need us.
When we got him he was all scrawny and scared a lot. Someone had been very mean to him! They'd kept him tied out on a chain in all kinds of weather.
And--he didn't talk! He never made a sound! Mom explained to us that the mean people had put one of those horrible SHOCK collars on him to keep him quiet! Not only is that cruel, but we dogs are supposed to protect you by alerting you! And our peoples need to teach us what to alert on.
But oh, poor Bran. The meanies who had him also never changed his collar, so he outgrew it. When he got rescued, the nice lady told Mom, the collar and the shocking things had grown into his skin, which was all hurted, real bad.
So he was afraid to make a sound. And if Mom yelled at say, Freddie the Brat Cat--cute kid, but a brat--Bran would run and hide. If she picked up a broom, he'd run and hide.
So, it took awhile for him to understand that around here, we love and hug and we don't hit. But he still didn't talk at all.
Then, finally, he started talking about six weeks later! Just a little at first! And finally he got up the courage to bark now and then! We were so proud of him!
Mom taught him stuff, too, like sit and wait and "easy." Now he helps her get up when her knees hurt real bad. I offered to help, but she said something about me not being big enough.
What??!! I'm BIG!
But Bran--named for the Celtic god--now weighs 106 pounds. He's almost as handsome as me! (Just in a different way, of course.)
We taught him how to play. When he came here, he didn't know how. Mom's still working on getting him to carry stuff and to bring a ball back. But he loves playing with us!
Mom and I are considering whether or not I should run for President of the United States next time. She says I'd be great. But I worry that she'll overdo--so we're all thinking about it, real hard.
Our three cats are busy being their own crazy selves. Bran gives them back scritches if they want. They taught Bran to do that, because Winnie used to do that for them.
Our only sad news: Roddy, the once-upon-a-time feral cat, who Mom rescued, passed away awhile back. But he went quickly, and he lived a long, happy time with us.
Time to go! Mom has stuff to do, even though she's really good about typing for me.
Remember everyone--tell everyone you love that you LOVE THEM! Give 'em a big kiss and tail wag, too.
A cookie in every paw, a wag in every tail,
Owain
March 18th 2009 4:52 pm
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Wow! Lots going on around here. My mom is sick with pnew-moan-ia. We're looking after her real good.
But she insisted on writing this story about drawing attention to pet rescues by naming the new Space Station node after a real hero, a pet rescue named Rin Tin Tin:
http://www.examiner.com/x-504-Space-News-Examiner~y2 009m3d18-Yo-Rinty-Name-space-station-node-to-honor-pet-rescu es
Please go read. She tells you how to go to the right place, write in Rin Tin Tin & vote!
When Mom gets feeling better, our new German Shepherd guy, who's almost as handsome as me, and very sweet, will start his blog. He survived very bad stuffs before being rescued.
Then Mom & I went to visit him and knew he was OUR family! We like each other. He loves our cats, too.
And he's crazy about Mom. Me, too.
April 28th 2008 4:34 pm
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Ladies and gentlement, boys and girls, friends all,
First, let me say that I am glad to be back talking with you. Mom and I had a tough time after we lost Winnie.
Mom also was busy rounding out 2 years of leadership in a community organization. And, she had to go to the people vets a lot. She told me that they will have get her arm fixed in an operation in the hospital! So she is making plans for that.
Which leads me to health care. My fellow Americans, our health care system, for humans, dogs, cats, horses, birdies, is in sad shape. Our health care costs us too much.
My mom wrote about a lady who was denied treatment for her leukemia at the M.D. Anderson center until she came up with $45,000 cash in advance! Then when she borrowed that money and went to be admitted, they demanded $60,000 more!
This is not right. People, doggies, kitties, should be taken care of when they're sick.
When I am elected president, I pledge to work on the health care system. I am very concerned that millions are spent on drug users with all kinds of programs, but working Americans who get sick just get swept right out into the street. We must stop these bad practices.
I will immediately create a Department of Good Health. I will institute programs where specialists go out to look at hospitals, doctors, and clinics and make sure that people are being taken care of first, and the paperwork second. As any parent of a puppy will tell you, there's a time and a place for paperwork, but paperwork is not the most important part of your day!
I will reclaim monies spent on big jets and big parties for Congresspersons and big Administration officials.. I'm sorry, but it's time for the party to stop. If a Congressperson wishes to travel outside of the same travel we all use, they can provide it for themselves. And there will be NO freebies from lobbyists and big companies!
My Mom always says that the best cookies are the ones we earn. We Americans have been giving away our future in cookies to anyone with a title who just wants one.
No more! Everyone working in my administration will be expected to know the basics of their job: come, sit, stay, lie down and rest, fetch, take, carry, etc.--and to do them well. That's the bottom line.
Thank you for visiting with me. I have one more thing to say:
I am tired of hearing people say "God d* America." That is no way to talk about God! And that is not something you should say about America!
God BLESS America! And if you think differently, then someone in the world is bound to get a leg up on you--and your country.
So please think it over before you go spraying hatred and anger all over the place. Mom says that cleaning up the normal everyday messes is one thing, but cleaning up the messes left by hatred and anger is an almost impossible job.
I'm asking you this: will you join me in cleaning up the messes of hate and anger? Will you join me in saying God BLESS America?
Owain Glendower,
Owain for President
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