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September 28, 2015 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Importance of arriving well

Blue door at end of long old stone alley with stairs (Strada di Favignana/Daniele Radavero/Flickr.DaRaZena/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Begin approach.(Flickr/DaRaZena/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Impact. That’s it. To arrive at the perfect moment.

When “designer gown ” meant imported from Paris (and dream on about ever affording one), event arrival time was carefully planned. A calculated position in the entrance parade.

Reveal of one’s status, not body.

With a graceful floating glide down staircases diagonally – never straight down like a peasant clod. “Give them time to adore and admire.”

Impact.

“Arrive late. Leave early.” Rule of debutante roses, jet setters, and Hollywood star system celebs.

Much has change except the coordinated arrival mission thing

Now with EVERYONE trying to making an entrance, psychics, tarot cards, Ouija Boards, and cell phone armed advance guard spotters must be working overtime to secure the perfect timing for their clients.

Scheming event attendees could be the next big Hollywood plot? Plenty of opportunities for meanness, so scripts probably already in process.

1944 London fashion models for designers Normal Hartwell/ Imperial War Museum,D23068/PD by UK gov and pub.date/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Watching their steps. (1944 London fashion models/PD.UK gov/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Some have an instinct, however. A natural gift to know when the time is right.

Seeing an opportunity to steal the scene, one bunch took advantage of the porch light being left on last night – that bright Super Moon.

A flock fine of feather glided in before dawn.

That flotilla of migrating ducks is now sheltered from today’s turbulent weather by tall bulkheads. Look rather smug as another batch arrived right after dawn.

The late arrivals’ flying formation broke for a few indecisive minutes. Perturbed there was a mix up with their reservations at the resort marina? (Bet the flock flight director got the bill over that.)

Not being out of quacks, the ducks stoically reorganized their high-flying precision team and moved on. Proclaiming the park’s wetlands, was the healthy choice anyway. Organic is always better.

NO permissions granted for South Shore Harbor marina copyrighted image. ALL rights reserved

Grey morning with clouds looming like Colorado’s East Range. (Ducks, asking for privacy, off camera far left) ©

Dogs do entrances better than most.

It’s always “Ta-da! And yes, you may adore me.”

Molly Malamute, musing over the recent rainy days, sighed “It’s good to be where you are supposed to be.”

Molly arrived here three years ago after living a Goldilocks’ style story.

Taking matters into her own jaws and paws, she managed to escape a brutal captivity. (All stories need a heroine.)

Offered safe shelter by an elderly couple, she was adored, but severely wounded physically and emotionally – and her desperate missteps to shred everything her mouth could reach to become part of their world she was just trying to do what the paper shredder did, but with softer items , her medical and “maintenance” bills became too much for them. She was surrendered to a rescue group with connections to specialized vets.

Placed in a foster home, and now called “Precious”, she made the most of the Pity Party potential and those sad puppy eyes. Much to the distress of the two resident dogs (“Hey, what are we? Chopped liver? FYI. Got Here First dogs here!”) (With a response of “Poor doggy with surgery trumps First Doggies! So get off the bed….and the couch, I may want that later…and that recliner, too…these are ALL MY bowls.”) Then there was her creative “Give Me Attention Game”: over the backyard fence, run ’round to the front porch, bark and knock on the door until answered – and repeat over and over and over. Finally the medium sized resident dog had had enough and snapped. (The old German Shepherd just cowered under the table.)

So she sat dejectedly in a crate in PetSmart. Not understanding. She thought it had been going so well.

Castle hallway. Gustave Dore/USPD:reprod of PD art,exp.cr,artist life+70/Commons.wikimedia.org)

It is so not true this is Molly’s foster family dropping off her crate and running as fast and as far as possible. Actually, the foster mom had a change of heart and called offering to take her back if we changed our minds…It was early. Molly had only eaten one windowsill at that time…and one door mat, two dog beds… but she had leaned the difference between carpet and outdoors. Baby steps.(Gustave Dore/USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Oh, only for about 20 minutes. We went in for cat food and came out with Molly.

She took one look and said to herself “No high heels. Shoes suitable for running walks. Yep, this is a Two Feet in the Purse Opportunity of a life time.”

(And there might be a bit of truth I was ready to fight the large woman with 2 wild kids marbling around the store for this needy lump of fur huddling against me. Yes, we are nuts.)

Molly stepped into our lives.

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And, please, a forever home, right? (The purple collar survived about 12 hours. Unclear on “toy” and “ID collar”…)©

As luck had it, the perfect entrance.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

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NO permissions granted. Molly is all smiles. ALL rights reserved. Copy righted

“Like Kenny Rogers says, ‘Ya’ gotta know when to fold ’em and when to hold ’em.’ Life is good for a dog willing to put two paws in.”©

 

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36 Comments

  1. D. Wallace Peach / Sep 28 2015 11:41 pm

    You are so right that dogs make entrances. We’ve done the “walk in for cat food, walk out with a dog,” and never regretted it. Congrats to Molly for landing a good home!

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 30 2015 1:06 pm

      We have to avoid the days they have pet adoptions. The aging cat has snarled “No vacancies at this time.” Otherwise..
      Thanks for trotting a comment over

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      • D. Wallace Peach / Sep 30 2015 1:26 pm

        Pet Adoption Day is definitely one to avoid. The last time we went to one of those we came home with 3 dogs.

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  2. Kate Crimmins / Sep 28 2015 11:57 pm

    I dropped off old towels at the animal shelter and came home with a one-eyed cat. They do know who to target, don’t they? In both cases (yours and mine) it all worked out wonderfully. (Except RC might have some other thoughts, I know my resident cats did….)

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 30 2015 1:12 pm

      RC Cat has become quite loud and vocal about pushing her limits. She and the Molly have treaty and territorial arrangements (although the end of the bed after 10pm…recent discussions on that), but The German is far too bossy when she visits. Adding another cat or dog would bring ugly declarations and de claws out….sadly the cat is the only thing saving us from ourselves. Thanks for popping in with a comment

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  3. shoreacres / Sep 29 2015 12:13 am

    There’s nothing like making connections. And it is true that, sometimes, a match is made in heaven. It just takes a while for it to show itself here on earth. For all my grumping at Dixie recently for her consistent meowing, I wouldn’t trade her for anything. Whether she’d say the same thing is an open question.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 30 2015 1:18 pm

      Dixie is probably really annoyed you don’t have the translations down yet. RC Cat has mastered 3 words, but when she’s annoyed she tends to sputter in outrage. (Good staff is so hard to find). It is nice they do tolerate us. Thanks for batting over a comment

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  4. The Coastal Crone / Sep 29 2015 12:26 am

    Timing is everything! Molly looks happy!

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  5. Carrie Rubin / Sep 29 2015 12:27 am

    “Arrive late. Leave early.”—Not just the rule for debutantes. Works for introverts too. 😉

    Love that first picture. Great shot. And how wonderful Molly stepped into your lives!

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 30 2015 1:39 pm

      Now if they can just come up with suggestions for appearing socially cool in between those two. HA HA. Maybe it’s always take a dog like Molly – no lull in conversations with her around. Thanks for stepping over to chat

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  6. sustainabilitea / Sep 29 2015 1:41 am

    Lucky for all of you.

    janet

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 30 2015 1:40 pm

      No need to pay for an exercise program when you have an energetic dog. Thanks for bouncing over to chat

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  7. heretherebespiders / Sep 29 2015 7:47 am

    Happy Gotcha Day!

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  8. Paul / Sep 29 2015 9:49 am

    It is so wonderful that you came to Molly’s rescue.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 30 2015 1:44 pm

      RC Cat sniffs that there is debate about who is rescuing whom. No need for a staff gym with Molly around. (In house is so much better for all services, according to HRH) Thanks for crossing this doorway. Hope you are perking up with colorful fall and cooler weather to make that hilly walk to the store.

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  9. easyweimaraner / Sep 29 2015 10:26 am

    Molly I’m so glad you found the best home ever :o) We could found a shredding business together, maybe we can work for the tax-guys, bet they have a lot of papers what should be confetti :o)
    btw: imported dresses from pawris are overrated, my mommas dream ended as she looked like an avalanche on two legs… :o(

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 30 2015 1:52 pm

      Hey, Easy, maybe we could even get a shredding job with some important government person? Determined paws and jaws can even make sure nothing is ever recovered from a computer! We can show samples of our work.
      (btw. pawty dresses are useless – all those do is get dogs yelled at. Odd so few of those dresses come in busy busy designs – what are designers thinking? Guess their pocket pooches must wear clean sockies when they say hello.) Paw waves and A cool-ish front is on the way..maybe a doggy outing this weekend since we won’t melt.

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  10. Littlesundog / Sep 29 2015 1:44 pm

    We all know the feelings that abound taking in a rescue animal. Those eyes say so much and you just know “it was meant to be”. There is always a time of getting used to some ill habit, or making a few changes, but always, these critters end up teaching us more about life than we ever expected. Molly is a real sweetie!

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 30 2015 2:01 pm

      Any creature who isn’t flexible won’t be able have much fun in life. We don’t think Molly had a clue about inside and outside at first. After being bounced around so much she was pretty unsure how long she was going to stay here. But eager to show how wild she was about the place. Overly enthusiastic large dog. I think she finally realizes this is her forever home.(She gets really nervous if we try to take her in PetSmart. We had to board her overnight due to a funeral, and when they brought her out, she was so tiny and limp and huddled by the edge of the counter as if she though she had been rejected again. There’s more going on between those ears than people want to admit.) Thanks for adding some cheer to the comment pile

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  11. Erik / Sep 29 2015 3:34 pm

    I always love following your seeming non sequiturs as you somehow magically work them into … er … sequiturs?

    My mother recalls that, as a small child, I jumped into every room, shouting “Ta Da!” (I don’t think the word “recalls” is quite right, since I still kind of do this.)

    Another staircase exit that always stands out to me is Bette Davis in All About Eve: “Fasten your seatbelts – it’s going to be a bumpy night.”

    Glad Molly’s exit coincided with a wonderful entrance.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 30 2015 2:45 pm

      Society would probably work a lot better if the elementary schools went back to having yearly/semester school plays where every single child had a role and a line to say. Developmental. Everyone needs that….for always.
      “And no wire hangers, ever!” Sorry, Dunaway’s Crawford, speaking of drama queens.
      Thanks for staging a comment

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  12. jmmcdowell / Sep 29 2015 5:26 pm

    Happy 3rd anniversary to you and Molly! It’s wonderful that everything is working out for everyone. Oh dear, did I just hear a royal “hurumph” in the background? 😉

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 30 2015 4:05 pm

      RC shrugged (without annoyance, oddly) and mumbled something about “Into every life a little mud must fall.” Some would say she’s philosophical, while others note her paw waving at the floor surface. Now she looks annoyed. Staff is so slow…
      Thanks for dusting off a lively comment

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  13. EllaDee / Sep 29 2015 8:53 pm

    Happy 3 years of Molly to you all, and us 🙂 It never ceases to happily amaze me how things work out, the timing, the routes and the doors opening for us to step through to be in the right place with the right people two legged and four.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 30 2015 4:08 pm

      Life flows, if people don’t fret and get caught up in the rapids. Thanks for paddling along these waters

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  14. Robin King / Sep 29 2015 10:48 pm

    Like this??? I LOVE this! It was Molly’s three-year adoptiversary? Pickles and Mila celebrated their two-year adoptiversary on the 27th! And Molly came from PetSmart, too? Hooray for their work with rescue/adoption groups! Molly’s early story is sad and scary. I’m so glad she’s living a different one now. Your kingdom is full of love and magic.

    🙂

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 30 2015 4:16 pm

      Pickles and Mia! Paw waves to the Princesses! Certainly celebrations happy enough to share. Molly is such a gentle soul. Last week she was trying to re-home what what she thought was a kitten with potential to follow in RC Cat’s paws..only it was a young possum..they sort of look alike. We convinced her the possum was an outdoor friend and we all went inside until possum woke up and wandered off after a drink at the water bowl. Place is certainly wonderful – just like yours. Thanks for bouncing by!

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  15. PiedType / Sep 30 2015 2:25 am

    Three years already? Hard to believe. But she was one smart dog picking you. She did, you know. You just fell into her trap. 🙂

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 30 2015 4:25 pm

      You are so right. She was positioned in her crate at the end of the aisle directly in line with the front door – evaluating every one coming in. She must have decided “Not letting this one get away.” Both feet right into the purse and clinging. More smarts going on between dog ears than people want to admit. Paw waves to your realm. Thanks for trotting by to chat

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  16. Ally Bean / Sep 30 2015 4:35 pm

    I wondered about her story. She made a good choice to attach herself to you. And they call them dumb animals…

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 30 2015 7:32 pm

      What? They called dogs dumb? RC was adamant it referred to only two legged mammals. Grrr.Thanks for arriving with that critical comment

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