For veteran military and service dogs, every day is still a battle.
Like any soldier, the Dogs of War deserve to return home and finally have a safe, quiet place to retire.
People are standing paw to toe with man’s best friends.
Barking long and loud got it across to the US congress and military branches that the people stateside expect the dogs who bravely protected soldiers, who suffered along side of them in multiple deployments without complaining, who loyally risk their lives despite danger from enemy snipers because their noses and training was so effective – we demanded they be returned stateside and be released to former handlers or to good homes.
There are some military dogs who find themselves ending up in the kennels of security contractors in those same dangerous areas.
Efforts are being made to bring ALL the dogs safely home.
MissionK9Rescue Kristin Mauer is on the ground in Kuwait now trying to work some miracles there. Video of her with one of the dogs, here.
Oreo is the spokesdog for Mission K9 Rescue.
The 10-year-old Labrador Retriever is trained as an Explosives Detection expert who can sniff out 10 different types of explosive compounds. Retired, Oreo now lives with Bob Bryant, a MissionK9Rescue Co-founder and Director who tosses Oreo all the tennis balls he can chase.
Molly Malamute is totally enchanted from seeing Oreo on TV and hopes to meet him this weekend at her favorite doggy camp (“Everyone into the splash pad pool”), Meadowlake, where a fund-raiser is being held to help other dogs. (You can also donate online here or here. )
The group is especially a tail wager as their mission includes border patrol dogs and airport security canines, too.
RC Cat is pretty miffed though. She has raised “The Paw” in outrage,
(In as much outrage as a cat can muster about a dog issue)
HRH has authorized Dory of a neighboring realm, to issue a warning that fake donation sites have appeared imitating MissionK9Rescue . (Low down dirty curs).
So be as cautious as a cat.
RC would issue a proclamation herself, but she does have a certain image to uphold, while Dory…you know. Youngsters can get away with dancing in the litter box of appropriateness.
That’s the tooth of the matter.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.
- MissionK9Rescue Facebook. “Rescue. Reunite. Re-home. Rehabilitate. Repair.”
- Amazon Smile link using Flipcause (Mission K9 Rescue can get 3% donation if you buy anything on Amazon)
- “Every one of them is a hero. Group helps working dogs retire with dignity” (A story to make you smile from Today.com)
- Twitter support is always welcomed!
No point in prolonging it.
Quick. Like jerking off a band-aid stuck to the ouchie.
Her plan was to hobble along with the relationship until September.
Allow time for final words.
A socially acceptable distancing. Ceasing conversations
A graceful exit.
Hard breaks. A rough abandonment.
But wait! A moment of remorse?
He will not travel on alone.
With all communications cut.
With no hope of a reunion of any kind.
Philae is to be joined by his companion of many years.
Together Rosetta and Philae have faced fire, ice, silences, and distances far from home.
Forced apart so each could concentrate on their assigned jobs, but still communicating as often as they could
Finally, last messages as time runs out for the spent explorer
Rosetta is tired, too.
It’s been 12 years with the last two spent loyally circling Comet 67P/Churyumov-Gerasimenko listening for her companion, the little comet explorer Philae, who was huddled under a cliff trying to recharge solar batteries and send information when possible. Her mission, too, is coming to an end.
ESA has decided the two should be together. Always.
On September 30, 2016, Rosetta will begin a descent to the comet’s dusty surface while sending high-resolution images and valuable new data.
Once on the surface, Rosetta will grow silent – with Philae.
Sometimes you don’t need words when sitting close to a soul mate.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.
Worried it’s too late to send a last Twitter messages as he requested? (maybe not)
Try this: if you are outside looking at summer’s night sky, and send a smile with love to the brave pair. I’m sure the message will get there and warm their little circuits.
- Space-exploring Robot tweets a heartbreaking goodbye. (Time)
- ESA Comet Chaser Rosetta finale set for 30 September (Where in the world are they? Info here. They sent “wish you were here” pictures, too!)
- Once upon a time. Living with a comet. (Animated Video of Rosetta’s and Philae’s life together.)
- Rosetta, rendezvous with a comet. European Space Agency’s Rosetta mission homepage including final countdown
The flickering screen.
Stark, undeniable truth.
Accepted, but only with hope held out.
Here’s looking at you, Saint-Etienne-du-Rouvray
Normandy. Where many died fighting for the innocent. For freedom, For individual liberty.
Normandy has significance.
This Catholic church in Normandy has even more significance now.
Daily Mail Online: “ISIS knifemen film themselves murdering French priest in Normandy attack”
Well, it’s Catholic. You know, that Lamb of God thing. Peace and goodwill. All are equal. All lives matter in God’s sight. That turn the other cheek.
Schools sometimes taught that the Crusades to the Holy Land were mainly about territorial conflicts, and that the Pope used crusades as a political tool to keep Europe’s rulers in line and doing what he wanted them to do.
Now? Innocents murdered and churches invaded.
Have to wonder if something wasn’t deleted from the textbooks.
Like what happens when opposing ideologies crash into each other? (Which might be tricky seeing our schools/textbooks are mandated to be politically correct and free of religious influence.)
French President Francois Hollande says, “France is now at war with ISIS”.
Nicolas Sarkozy: “Everything is being done to trigger a war of religions”
Meanwhile the US media is wall to wall reporting of those political smooch fests.
Not going to interrupt the celebrity parades or the Hollywood-style scripted
corronation event so long in the promising making. Avoid disappointment and don’t look behind the curtain. (61 speeches Monday. Not one mention of terrorism.)
Nothing of any import is going on anywhere. Nope
It’s all Hillary. Every bloody second.
Can’t do much about some people.
France was the first country to recognize the Republic of Texas in 1839.
King Louis Philippe sent Jean Pierre Isidore Alphonse Dubois to manage the French Legation in Austin.
There’s quite a bit of French influence around here. People still take French lessons, celebrate Bastille Day, and stand for “La Marseillaise”.
So in the spirit of that long-standing friendship: “Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité”
“Vive la liberté”
Phil, the Philosophy Mouse of the Hedge.
Well, the circus finally got rid of the elephants. Any hope we can get rid of the clowns next? (That’s all that counts)
How is it it’s possible for a company to show glossy, high dollar, emotionally frightening ads on TV and in magazines selling a drug when “The effectiveness of __ against ___ has not been confirmed”?
So, maybe it’ll work or maybe it won’t, although it is expensive. But don’t worry, Affordable Healthcare/insurance will pay for it. (That’s all that counts.)
Why, with so much clear and present looming at the front door, is US Secretary of State busy traveling and spouting off about a potential problem that is far far away in a far and distant time?
He doesn’t want you to be cool. And there’s something rotten in the fridge.
Who really knows if anything can be done about it. Photo ops, political coin, and extending hands across borders. Busy. (That’s all that counts.)
Is it one of those “Do as I say, not as I do” situations for baseball player Chris Sales?
He’s certainly cut from a different cloth. Only in this current era are temper tantrums appropriate demonstrations showing strength of convictions…maybe. Concern about uniform decisions? It’s happened before.)
Could be a cutting edge protest knifing big money. Winning. (That’s all that counts.)
Only thing better than the circus coming to town is when it leaves – taking all the clowns with them.
Entertaining. On all counts.
Phil, the philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
204th day of the year. That should mean something.
Three numbers adding up to six that is divisible by three giving the first number.
Or it could be a complete zero. Up to interpretation.
People are always looking for meaning.
That’s probably “The Secret” the Universe is trying to get across: “Stop it.”
Perhaps a natural disaster as a message would work. Return to base line.
Like the Universe cares.
H.G. Wells: “How small the vastest of human catastrophes may seem at a distance of a few million miles.” (1897. “The Star”)
Between the sweltering summer nights, the fireflies’ plight, the ranting about Wall Street (while sports figures sign contracts of $118 million…) and people killing people just ’cause they are mad (as in “angry”…although the other definition might be equally applicable), a whole lot of shaking going on.
Universally looking for solid ground: some perfect number giving insight to it all.
Albert Einstein. “Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I’m not sure about the universe.”
Arthur C. Clarke. “I’m sure the universe is full of intelligent life. It’s just been too intelligent to come here.”
Why scientists and science fiction writers are universally popular: a sense of humor.
Looking for the magic.
Ray Bradbury. “The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.” (Fahrenheit 451)
The Universe and numbers, partners in time.
It adds up eventually
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.
A couple more to universally ponder:
- C.S. Lewis. ““If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark. Dark would be without meaning.”
- Alan W. Watts “Through our eyes, the universe is perceiving itself. Through our ears, the universe is listening to its harmonies. We are the witnesses through which the universe becomes conscious of its glory, of its magnificence.” (So never let anyone tell you day dreaming is a waste of time. Serious work, that.)
His soft voice commands attention.
From the hood.
He’s out there. Seeing things. But won’t be seen with me.
If we pass on the street, he pretends not to know. Wouldn’t be wise.
A “birds of a feather” thing, Fool.
All strictly on “need to know” basis.
Silent if pressed.
Aloof. Empowered with a clear view.
We meet over eggs in the morning. As they fry.
I with a spatula.
And he after a fresh shower in the sprinkler
The warden of the neighborhood ready for his watch. Perched on the roof next to the stove’s exhaust.
There Undercover Dove loudly coos all the news fit to coo down the vent.
Startled at the sound, the clueless at the table ask “Do you think the kitchen is haunted?”
Messages from the beyond.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
Nothing was better.
Running ahead up the stairs and to the balcony rail.
There. Staring. Giant empty eye sockets. A head as big as me.
Nose to nose with a two-story dinosaur unwrapped.
Real. Solid. Bare bones essence of animal magnetism.
No extra needed: no recorded sounds, period correct landscapes, or thoroughly researched hides that flexed and stretched by mechanical motors.
Filled in the blanks without tech assist.
Everyone loves dinosaurs at some point.
Really young kids, like 3 or 4, are fascinated by skulls and bones and the thought that that’s what’s under their own skin. They handle and closely examine them as only a little kid can.
They only get spooked by bones when older – after adults show them that.
No bones about it. Sticks with you.
One of the coolest things about traveling the Panhandle is spotting The Walkers.
A bit like the White Walkers in Game of Thrones with their mindless march onward. Taking direction from the one.
Actually they are robotic irrigation devices carrying a row of sprinklers and slowly roll, pivoting in a circle.
They have a few tiny lights on them so if you look hard, they can be spotted at night. Useful to keep from getting knocked down by a uncaring Walker at night if monitoring water usage.
The area was unusually green this time, so The Walkers seemed to be mostly sidelined and waiting for the coach to call them up. Dependable, loyal, and true, they don’t mind waiting their turn to roll.
For some reason, The Walkers remind me of a line of dachshunds harnessed one in front of another.
There’s an elemental relationship to the Strandbeests.
Or maybe like some ancient dinosaur who woke up, shook off the dirt and is slowly testing it’s ability to move.
No bones about it, there’s stuff out there to be seen and to be considered.
Anyone up for a game of I Spy or What if?
Everyone can play. Even if over 3.
Who knows what walks.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.