Our recent additions to our family, Betty & Phoebe, were two of the little Yorkies rescued from the same horrible situation in which Rylee was found.
Most shelters would simply have euthanized Rylee when faced with more than 180 dogs in a single rescue. Not San Diego Humane Society, SDHS has been at zero euthanasia since July 2014. Their mission is to stay that way making San Diego County, which is the size of Connecticut, a no kill county. They are even taking in animals from shelters outside of San Diego County in order to prevent unnecessary euthanasia beyond the borders of San Diego.
That’s why we have stepped up our game and have committed ourselves to donating at least $5,000 annually to support them.
Even if you don’t live in San Diego, is it possible that you could spare $25 to help the wonderful mission of San Diego Humane Society?
If you have just a little extra, please open your heart and your wallet and just click HERE.
A little will go a long way to help those who love us but can’t speak for themselves.
Fearsome, Betty & Phoebe thank you!
“Take them to jail. How dare they try to save their own healthcare. Why don’t they just get a job?”
Apparently senator Mitch McGreed and his staff have no use for free speech, differing opinions and for those pesky disabled people who stand to lose their healthcare.
“Off with them ” The Senator and his staff say …
If you aren’t rich Mitch McGreed, nor his staff, wants to see or hear from you. In fact if you aren’t rich they don’t give a damn about you, except for taking away your safety net so they can give it to the rich.
If you give a Fuck about yourself, your fellow humans, your children, or even the Fucking planet we live on…
Contact your senator by clicking HERE
and then click THIS to contact your congress representative
and don’t forget your governor by clicking this BUTTON
This country is no longer the leader of the free world, but just another place for the rich to park their money and look down their noses at the poor … pity.
Summer childhood memories.
Punching holes in a metal lid for the glass relish jar that in which I would later imprison several unlucky ones.
Lightning bugs, as I called them, were always a summer highlight. Little did I realize the depth of their striking beauty.
We don’t have fireflies here in Southern California. While I do prefer my SoCal summer weather over the sweltering humidity of my native southeast, I sure do miss my mesmerizing little friends.
Whats one of your favorite summertime childhood memories?
…oh and Happy Summer Solstice 2017!
Fearsome Beard …a place for beards to contemplate and to grow their souls.
It’s been a while and it’s due time Fearsome did just that.
Every human has their own personal right to have, or have not, a relationship with a power, an essence, a universe, an energy or a god of their own choosing. Common human decency, at least my common human decency, allows one to respect all others in their choices surrounding such personal matters.
I call the power of my choosing god. God is a simple word, or acronym if you will, that stands for good orderly direction, or group of drunks, or is simply dog spelled backward. My god is love. Period. Love. (My dogs are love too, what a coincidence.)
How do I treat my brother? Do I show love? Do I respect? Do I even acknowledge?
Is my god dead?
How about you? Is your god, or something like it, dead?
The New York Times article under the highlighted word “HERE” below is worth the read whether you have, or have not, a source energy outside of yourself. The article is about being human. Being a good human.
Click HERE to go to said article and contemplate on a deeper level.
I’m not perfect. I will never be perfect. I can strive to be better. I can strive to remember to love, to remember to respect, to remember to share. I can try, and try to try daily. I can love.