Let us ride together, Blowing mane and hair, Careless of the weather, Miles ahead of care, Ring of hoof and snaffle, Swing of waist and hip, Trotting down the twisted road With the world let slip. Anonymous riding song.
Along for the ride:
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Boomer is back again. When I checked my email Saturday evening I found a note from Collie Rescue who had just found out that Boomer was being returned due to sudden changes in the health of his new parents. By Sunday afternoon he was back on familiar ground with us.
Since his original owner died last summer, he spent almost half a year with me. His sister went to a home that has been a great match. Boomie was coveted by a couple on the coast and went off with them for a trial run at being a surfer dog in Santa Cruz. They loved him but the cat was a deal breaker. To be truthful, Boomer catching the cat and shaking it, was a deal breaker. Back he came.
A few weeks later an older couple with grandchildren and family support felt he was the dog they had always dreamed of. He has been with them since late November. They love him, but! The family Patriarch is in failing health and tripped and fell over Boomer who was sleeping at the foot of their bed. They made the decision that a dog was too big a commitment in their lives as they are now.
When they took Boomer they promised to keep me informed how he was doing and send me photos of him in his new home. Nichts, Niet, Nada! Not one word, although the Rescue Group persisted in getting in touch with them. By Sunday evening they had suddenly found my contact info and asked that I tell them he was O.K.
I emailed back that he was fine, which was true. I thanked them for loving him for a short while and wished them well so that they would feel less guilty.
What I decide to say and what I think are not always one and the same.
If I were a tree, I would be a London Plane. I am gregarious but enjoy solitude. I am English in my heart and soul, but still have room for other nations. I have lived in six countries and picked up a French husband along the way. We have a wonderful, kind, strong-minded daughter who has become a "Human of whom to be proud". I am a magnet for the lost. I foster collies (and collie cousins and the occasional, accidental, cat or crow). Those I have saved have saved me in return. I notice the world around me and often talk to strangers. Traveling alone is interesting, liberating and fulfilling. I am good at most things that I undertake but have few formal qualifications. I am able to have and treasure friends with whom I disagree about almost everything. My life is not over. Who knows where I am headed?
A ponyism is one of Life's Truths perceived from the perspective of an Effing Pony: - Life's a Bluff! - Those who aspire to make their mark on this world must expect to scrape some skin on the walls of experience. - The greatest value of money is as the currency of Hope.
- To be an Ass or an Asset, that is the question?
-Selective memory is but the first step on the path to magical thinking.
-Not all Baggage comes with wheels. -When your hero is a horse you are less likely to be disappointed than were he a human.
-Unfortunately, great wealth does not always equate with class.
-A dick, surrounded by puppies, remains a dick. -What better antidote to evil than kittens? -Any time you have something heavy, ready to drop, your cat will sit right below and look up at you.