Anyone who’s a regular reader around here knows that Geoff and I are not on Facebook. Today I ran across something on the Huffington Post that made me wish that I could actually like or upvote it or whatever it is you do on Facebook. Get out the tissues, folks, this one is horrible and amazing all at the same time.
I bet you do. Everybody likes waffles. Especially when they look like this.
The beloved children’s book, set here in Boston, has a real-life counterpart across the country.
And truth be told, I know a lot of police officers who would do the exact same thing.
Easter is almost upon us and that means a couple of things: spring is coming (no, really, it is, promise!), Geoff and I will be *really* busy this weekend, people will be doing stupid and ill advised things like getting their kids bunnies, chicks, and ducklings for their baskets on Sunday morning, and the annual seal skin kill is going on in Canada.
This is Bruce.
He’s in Florida and he needs a new home. There are more details about him here. There is one potential adopter located here in MA, but that would require a creative and rather long transport.
If you’re interested in adopting Bruce, the foster Mom, Colleen, can be reached through the link above.
And it has nothing to do whatsoever with the storm.
That means that it’s time to save a life.
That was the name of the black tailed prairie dog that I worked with for years in my museum job. She passed away a few years ago at a good old age, but I still miss her. She was a bit pudgy even by prairie dog standards, but she was a cute little thing.
She loved to snack on nuts of different types, she was always amusing on stage when taken out for educational programs for kids and adults alike, and she loved her chin scritches. She was full of personality, quite content to tell you to bugger off when she didn’t want to be bothered, loved to make up her own comfy sleeping spaces, and was a little tyrant when she felt like it. I learned a lot about prairie dogs because of her, so when I received the following email from the HSUS I knew that I needed to talk about it, and talk about Clayton, here.
We’ve all seen the photos that float around on the internet. They show soldiers in Afghanistan or Iraq with their German Shepherds curled up together after a long day of work. The MP off duty with helmet for a pillow, her dog sitting dutifully by her side.
What you may not know is that the military currently classifies these animals as “equipment” and that when their working careers are over there is no guarantee that they’ll end up adopted or go home with their handlers.