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Sometimes our own little world is not very happy. Bad stuff happens. Pets die. Friends disappoint us. Parents get old and sick and spend their remaining months or years in a nursing home.
Having battled depression most of my life, I like being around happy people and creating happy stuff. I hope my creations put a smile on your face. As always, they are free for you to use. Click on any picture to enlarge.
I smelled it as soon as I walked through the front door. That one-of-a-kind-forget-me-not smell. That worse than the worse ever smell that fumigates your car nearly chokes you to death and lingers for miles and miles down the road. So, yeah. I knew there was a skunk in the house.
Like a bloodhound, I searched for the culprit. And there, sitting on the couch giggling like two mischievous imps were my brothers playing with, not one but three, bushy-tailed baby skunks.
I like wild animals; even wanted a raccoon once. But never a skunk! But they were so cute. So, after much whining and pleading my parents said we could keep them for a little while in a box outside.
Oh, the plans that we made for our baby critters. We’d name them and care for them and show them to our friends. We’d be the envy of the neighborhood. The talk of the town. The kids with the baby skunks.
The next day, however, the charm of owning a skunk soon wore off. So I decided to give mine to my best friend, Florence who was older and more experienced at caring for animals. After all, she took in every stray dog in the neighborhood. And besides, it was her birthday.
But, for some odd reason, Florence wasn’t as thrilled about receiving the cute little guy as I was giving it to her. And her mother was even less thrilled. I could tell by the way the house shook and the windows rattled when she yelled, “Get that thing out of my house!”
Mrs. Morgenstern served four years in the Waves, had tattoos on both of her muscular arms, and was as intimidating as a Grizzly Bear. Not even the Godfather would have had the guts to question her authority.
“I just wanted to give it to Florence for her birthday,” I whimpered. “Besides, he doesn’t have a stink bag yet.”
“GET THAT THING OUT OF MY HOUSE!”
She must have scared the little guy cause on the way home, he bit me.
Then he bit me again.
This time, he wasn’t fooling. I jerked my hand away and landing safely on all fours he raised his bushy tail and fired!
Suddenly, like a mud-wallowing pig, I was saturated from head to toe with an indescribable, eye-watering, breathtaking stench of awful that I never want to smell up close again!
A normal kid would have left it there.
But I wasn’t a normal kid.
Covering my mouth and nose with one hand and grabbing the back of the skunk’s neck with the other, I ran home. No, I flew home!
Confused and nearly blinded by the ghastly fumes, I staggered into the kitchen where my dad sat eating a bowl of cereal.
He was a Clint Eastwood kinda guy; fearless, quiet and reserved. Even now, standing before him, feeling like an idiot smelling worse than a cesspool with a baby skunk dangling from my hand, he never flinched. Barely batted an eye. Motionless as a corpse. And as if he needed the slightest explanation, I whimpered, “He sprayed me, daddy.”
Calmly, he took a bite of cereal and said, “You need to take it outside.”
Mom stripped me down and nearly threw me into the tub of hot, soapy water where I scrubbed and sniffed till my skin was blood-red and my nose was burning. But like a tick on a dog, the stink had latched on and was there to stay for who knows how long.
That evening I went to Florence’s birthday party.
Everyone kept their distance but was nice enough not to tell me I stunk like a skunk.
I was back in Mrs. Morgenstern’s graces and never took another skunk to her house again.
My brothers and I set the skunks free.
And if someone ever tells you baby skunks don’t have a stink bag . . . don’t believe it!
We rescued Bella from the Animal Shelter over a year ago. One dog has always been enough for us to handle at a time. But, this summer, when we rescued hubby’s sister after being abandoned for three days without food or water or electricity, we couldn’t resist rescuing the puppy as well.
She was light as a feather. Skin pulled over bones. More dead than alive. How could anyone be so cruel? There were other dogs, too. Thirteen in all. But we could only rescue this little one. We called Animal Control for the others.
It was love at first sight for Bella and Pepper. The two are inseparable as if they know they share a common bond of being abandoned and left to die. We love them both and are so glad we made room for them in our hearts and home.
Passing cage after smelly cage, dog after sad-eyed dog,
My hopes, like fat droplets of rain splattering to the dingy floor,
I thought we’d never find the one. I wanted to leave. Then we spotted her
Curled in a ball like a lonely forsaken fawn on a thin ragged blanket
In the middle of the large, cold and desolate cage.
When she saw us standing there, she sprang to life and came running,
Her tail wagging furiously. Oblivious to the deafening barking
And howling echoing throughout the heart-sickening kennel, she jumped
Up and down like a bouncing kangaroo as if auditioning for the role of a lifetime.
Unable to resist her persistent charm, we cracked the cage door, and barely
Clasping the leash to her collar, she pulled my seemingly drunken husband
Through a crowd of bystanders straight to the doggie playground outside.
Squinting against the bright sunshine, we unfastened her leash and like a flash,
She raced around the playground, sniffed a few tattered toys scattered around,
Then like a playful cheetah came charging full speed towards me.
Unable to stop, she slid completely under my chair, backed out,
Snuggled close beside me and plopped her head on my lap.
That’s when I decided that having a Greyhound mix won’t be so bad.
However, since adopting her that day, I’ve questioned my sanity,
Wondering if I would survive this long-legged, faster than lightning,
Over-active, sassy, jittery, destructive chewing, hard-to-potty-train canine.
Now, nearly a year later, Bella has become the absolute funniest, most adorable,
Loveable, playful, snuggling, heart-melting, four-legged joy of our lives!
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I ran out of space on my blog: “My Favorite Things”. But have no fear! I created another blog: “My Own Little World”, where you will find lots of free digital images that I painted and posted for you to use in your own creations. They will make great bookmarks, cards, invitations, stationary, school projects . . . anything you choose to use them for.
So please visit me and keep checking back for more recent posts that I will be making regularly.
I posted a few samples of what you’ll find in “My Own Little World”.