The Puppy Rescue Mission (TPRM)

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The Puppy Rescue Mission

Soldiers Saving Puppies – Puppies Saving Soldiers

TPRM is an organization that brings dogs to the US from Afghanistan that have been saved by US soldiers during their tours.  Soldiers are finding puppies and dogs all over the place being abused by locals.  One soldier found a puppy that had its ears and half of its tail cut off by locals who were going to use him for fighting.  This particular soldier felt so bad that he traded cigarettes and a flashlight for the dog and snuck him into the barracks.  When the soldier deployed back to the states he couldn’t take the dog with him, but contacted TPRM who successfully got the dog back to the states where they are now reunited as dog and master, living a good life.  Although there are many stray, abused and lost dogs in the US that need help, I support this cause as well.  These dogs are finding love, friendship and trust for the first time with our Soldiers. Our Soldiers are warming their hearts and loneliness by loving and caring for these dogs.  The bond is strong and good therapy for both parties.  It’s heartbreaking when they are separated.  Who knows the fate of the dogs better than a Soldier who has rescued and loved the dogs?  If you are interested in helping out, even a little, please do so.  Check out their site, I’m sure you’ll be amazed and touched.

An excerpt:

SSG Nick & Bodhi – Together Again
When Staff Sergeant Nick first met Bodhi, he was extremely scared, filthy, and missing his ears which had been cut off. His owner was keeping Bodhi as a fighting dog. SSG Nick rescued Bodhi by trading a pack of cigarettes and flashlight for him. Without SSG Nick, Bodhi would not have survived. Bodhi arrived in the United States and was reunited with SSG Nick in May.
SSG Nick writes:

My family and I are really excited to have him become our newest member and can’t wait to get him home to his new life. He just doesn’t know how good he is going to have it. Thank you so much again for choosing to help Bodhi.”

This story is so exciting that several media outlets have carried the story of SSG Nick and Bodhi reuniting in Florida recently. See some of those stories here:

Thanks to you – all the Puppy Rescue Mission friends and family, this one is Mission Accomplished!



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There’s just something about the cool, crisp fall air that energizes, motivates, and excites me.  Saturday was the first day of fall and although the day was jammed packed with things to do, I was zipping around with a spring in my step, getting everything done.  The irony is that my bone spur is feeling a lot better with the steroids, but not 100% healed… yet.   So zipping around had everything to do with the sun, air, mood and fun that was scheduled to happen in just a few short hours.  I was expecting company for dinner and a bonfire and had a million things to do before they arrived.  I spent an incredible amount of time making a banana cake, which was a huge flop and hardly any time making eggplant calzones which were delicious.

Friends showed up to kick off the first day of Fall.  After dinner we enjoyed a massive bonfire for a couple of hours then headed back in the house for a competitive game of Domino’s.  It’s such a good mix of friends.  Lots of laughs and fun, as it should be.  Easy, peezey.

Sunday morning Lizzie decided to dig up a yellow-jacket nest and was stung by a swarm of bees!  Benadryl seemed to take the swelling down almost immediately and knocked her out for a couple of hours.  While she lay sleeping on the front porch, I mowed the lawn keeping an eye on her from below in case she woke up in pain.  She didn’t.

This made me think of how unprepared I was for this small emergency.  I have started compiling a list of things I will need in the future for doggie emergencies. I’m sure this is just the beginning of her curious nature getting her into trouble, and/or danger.  I will be more prepared next time.



I recognized his truck immediately as I pulled up and stopped behind him in traffic.  It was just a matter of time before we ran into each other, we live in the same town.  It was clear he recognized me too, as his head darted from rear view mirror to side view mirror angling to get a better look.  I smiled, he waved.  I saw his head ricochet around the truck as if to find a place to pull over.  With no place to go, and traffic starting to move, he shrugged his shoulders and waved again.  This time I waved goodbye as he drove off leaving me deep in thought.

An unassuming man, comfortable with his scruffy looks, he holds his head high under his ARMY baseball hat.  Proud of his craft, and good at what he does, he flies under the radar in his day-to-day life just trying to earn a living with his simple ways.  He was the friend-of-a-friend, in another place and time.  He was the catalyst and the straw that broke the camel’s back.  I don’t even know if he’s still part of that world, but I suspect he is.  So many unanswered questions laced with bittersweet memories.  That simple man may not even know how much damage he caused.  He’d probably just shrug it off if he did.

Sometimes I miss it and other times I think I’m better off.  Either way, it’s a void that is ever-present and takes every chance to remind me of choices people make.  I could take him or leave him, but it’s her that I miss the most. 

Today I wonder if you are happy with the choice that you made, and the promise that you broke.   I hope it was worth it, and I wish you well.

A Man and His Dog

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This is a post from blogger ladywithatruck.  I liked it so much, I had to post it myself:

A Man and His Dog

“A man wrote a letter to a small hotel in the Midwestern town he planned to visit on his vacation.  He wrote:  “I would very much like to bring my dog with me.  Would you be willing to permit me to keep him in my room with me at night?”

An immediate reply came from the hotel owner, who said, “I’ve been operating this hotel for many years.  In all that time, I’ve never had a dog steal towels or silverware.  I’ve never had to evict a dog in the middle of the night for being drunk and disorderly.  And, I’ve never had a dog run out on a hotel bill.  Yes indeed your dog is welcome at my hotel.  And, if your dog will vouch for you, you’re welcome to stay here, too.”








9/11 Upsets

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As I turned down my street, in the distance I saw the bright U-HAUL truck in my neighbor’s yard.  I wondered why they hadn’t told me they were moving as I’d just seen them out front a couple of days prior.  As I approached my house the realization suddenly hit me that the U-HAUL truck was in my driveway and four unfamiliar Navy Seals were carrying furniture and boxes out of my house in unison.  I parked out front and ran in the house to find my husband on the phone solidifying plans of some sort.  The blood drained from his face when he saw me. Clearly he wasn’t expecting me to come home at that time.  He hung up the phone and I stared at him waiting for something to come out of his mouth.  In my peripheral vision, I could see only a few items remaining, which were imminently on the way out as well.  He didn’t know what to say and blurted out “it’s over”, as he turned and left.  I stood there dumbfounded and betrayed.  I had no feeling, I was numb.  That was 11 years ago today.  I remember it like it was yesterday.  I’d been betrayed by someone I loved, and to me there is no lower form of deceit than betrayal.  It’s something you never get over.

9/11 had taken a toll on the entire country and my husband’s Naval Command was no different.  They all responded to the terror and for my husband it brought back horrible memories of a plane wreck his command was in charge of recovering years earlier in the Atlantic Ocean.  Before my husband found the black box of that wreck, he told me he had found several baby pajamas and clothing floating in the dark waters, but the babies had presumably been eaten by sharks.  At the time, his daughter was a toddler and he and his wife were split.  He had custody of his daughter and the comparison of the baby pajamas and his toddler daughter were too much for him to bear.  He had a breakdown and would spend the next five years in therapy while he struggled with nightmares and internal turmoil.  This all happened before we met, but he relived it when telling me about it.  I could see the beads of nervous sweat on his face, the clenched fists and pursed lips brought it all back to life for him.  After all this time, he still hadn’t gotten over it.  I think the events of 9/11 triggered a spiral of events, past and present, and leaving was his way of coping.

Our short marriage had been strained from the start.  We each had difficult ex’s and a child.  Our children were only a year apart and they seemed to get along fine.  Neither of them were difficult, just product’s of divorced parents trying to raise them right, to the best of our ability.  We were pulled in many directions but seemed to fare through it all because we deeply loved each other.  Against all odds, we married and that’s when our real troubles began.  His ex-wife was threatened and made it a point to make our lives miserable every day.  In the process, she was filling her daughter with false hopes and promises and we were left to pick up the pieces when things didn’t fall into place as her mom had said they would.  It was heartbreaking, to say the least.  If that wasn’t bad enough, my ex-husband decided to go for full custody of our son during all of this.  Of course, he lost in court as well.

Just a few shorts weeks after we married I learned something was drastically wrong with my dad.  My brother had picked up on it years earlier, but it was random and I didn’t see it.  I started making regular trips to Texas to find out what was going on.  Although my husband supported and encouraged the trips, he was left to tend to the house, the kids, the homework, the sporting events, the practices, the animals and his Naval career by himself while I was away.  It was a lot on his plate, but he knew this was important to me and accepted the challenge without resistance.  His drinking got worse and I realized what I’d been denying all along.

The strain of my dad’s illness, his ex-wife, my ex-husband and 9/11 all came to a boil the morning we headed to child custody court where we were going head-to-head with his ex-wife who was fighting for sole custody of his daughter.  We hadn’t said anything to his daughter as we didn’t want to upset her.  His ex-wife, however, had told her to pack her bags as she would undoubtedly be going home with her to live full-time after court.  We won and retained custody and my step-daughter was reduced to gut-wrenching tears and tantrum shock.  She always wanted to live with her mom who had painted such a pretty picture of how life would be.  My step-daughter never knew that in a drug induced state, her mom abandoned her when she was six months old and would never get custody of her.  My husband’s heart broke with his daughter’s sadness.  He waffled, folded and finally cracked.  I would pay the price by having my life turned upside down and inside out.  My rock would be my son, and although down, we would rise again, only stronger and better.  A few months later my dad died.

Every year I hang my head in a moment of silence while the whole world remembers the tragedies, the heroes and the upsets of 9/11.   I take an additional moment of silence and remember the fairy-tale marriage, and how it played out.  Even with the heartbreaking end, my son and I were lucky to be part of it.  That experience would prove a priceless lesson in years to come…

What Was She Thinking?

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Last weekend a friend of mine was sharing with me about a post on a food blog we frequent regularly.  As my friend went on with every detail about this particular post, I found myself thinking how difficult it will be from now on to visit this food blog now that I’ve been totally grossed out.  As I was thinking this, my friend ends her story with “I’m done with that blog.”  She feels the same way. 

Today she forwards me the post and it’s even more disgusting than I thought.  Shouldn’t a food blog be about food, recipes, food stories and ingredients?  We think so too.  That said, this particular post was about boogers!  Yep, the author’s son walked in on her while she was typing and she didn’t pay attention to him.  He then proceeded to pick his nose and wipe it on her pant leg.  If that isn’t bad enough… she took a close up picture of it and posted it on her food blogAre you kidding me?  GROSS.  All set with that.  Rest in peace Noble Pig… we won’t be back.


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There comes a time when, no matter how hard you try to deny it, you just have to admit when the inevitable has arrived.  You’ve known about it, worked around it, tried to fix it, talked it to death, and even thought from time-to-time it went away, but deep down you always knew it would rear its ugly head again and pierce your perfect bubble.  *POP*

It seems Labor Day Weekend wasn’t just closing out summer, but closing out other things as well.  Life as I know it is changing.  What I do with these changes will determine my immediate future.  I’ve got a couple of big fish biting the line.  If I can snag them, my direction will change adding more projects, and purpose to my life.  I’m hoping for both, now more than ever.  I’m going to need the distractions.

People fear what they don’t understand.  I get it. 

I am fearless.