Goose Game Over

The goose is gone!

She is safe and content, being well cared for. All is well!

Goose Napping.. Breaking and Entering, You can't Fix Stupid!

Goose Napping !

Saturday, April 30, 2011 at 8:00am

 

 I have never watched a creature of any kind remain lost, hungry and afraid if I could help it, but sometimes there is nothing you can do and you can't fix STUPID! At least the Dawg and I didn't get carted off to jail. at 4AM

 

Reminder to self: NEVER leave a note with your name and phone number if you are BREAKING AND ENTERING and for gosh sakes, don't put notes on BOTH doors!

We noticed this goose this goose two days ago.  She was in our driveway and the  driveways of our neighbors. She was not a wild goose but a domestic .   She was very friendly and showed no fear of people.  She was a PET.  We thought perhaps with all the storms she had become lost from her  home.  She was obviously LOSt. She was hungry and thirsty and she  honked sadly all day  Thursday and Friday.  We live in a town house in a large complex. It is NOT a  wooded or wild area by any stretch.  We  do have  a lake and wild geese and  ducks come and go. We called  the apartment office Friday morning and they called the  SPCA .. told us  it would be Saturday.  Later on Friday evening we  asked some of our neighbors near us and were told. Yes, this was indeed a pet goose and some man living nearby  walked  his  dog and goose every day, if fact, this same man was seen trying  hard "catch'" is pet  a few times Thurs and Fri.

Well, SPCA was  coming and this was someone's pet that they loved and cared for.. This goose was in fine shape.. other than being hungry and the above mentioned problems.  So, being the fool-hardly devil may care meddling idiot of a person that I am, I talked Dawg into helping  me catch this goose.  It wasn't hard!  We caught her  and  I put her in a portable puppy pen that I use for my bunnies.  I fed her and watered her and while I watched her  devour the bird seed and  gulp water, I told her what a beautiful creature she was . Dawg set about trying to locate this man who lived "over there somewhere"  That wasn' t hard either.  Dawg only knocked on  a couple of doors .  I guess if you have a pet goose and walk it every day, people take notice.  So  the Dawg borrowed paper and pen from the neighbor he just talked to because the MAN was NOT at home.  The note  he wrote said. "We got your goose."  with Our Phone  number and address. (Dawg is a man of few words and  doesn't mess about with trivia ) I expected the man to call us anytime or just come and get  his goose. 

We heard nothing. .   Until about 4 AM, someone is pounding on our door.  I go  down to answer it thinking that is is the man about his goose. And I am  glad.  I was still awake and  was much relieved that he was getting his pet. 

Who is it? I asked.  Springdale Police! was the answer.   Well, I am a bit foggy sometimes... (especially if I haven't  slept much.  And I thought  right away  that something horrible had  happened -some emergency - all our family live out of state.. But thankfully all the  family  is safe as far as I know.

The police woman  asked me to identify myself.. I was  really scared now.  I was yelling for Dawg ro hurry and come downstairs.

  "Do  you have a goose?"  The cop asked.

I recovered .."Yes, we  do,  it's in the  basement. I gave it food and water.  Is the owner coming to get it?

Why are  you here? I asked . . I thought you were coming about something bad. 

Guess I was babbling.. I dunno.  maybe  police women don't  take kindly to goose calls  and too  many  questions. 

"No! The owner  isn't coming . He is pressing charges against  you for breaking and entering!   This police woman was hostile to me from the beginning.  She really was! I thought she was going to  read me my rights  and cuff me right there   I just couldn't  believe what she was saying   Breaking and  Entering?  We left a note?  It seemed  so totally weird.

Turns out the man had  raised this goose from a gosling.  He had it  8 years! He was NOT trying to catch his pet.  He was trying to release it back into the WILD.  We live in an apartment  complex.  There are many people, many cars, there are predators here that take the wild things, (I have heard it)  So,  cop called the owner to come get his goose and this  guy was livid when he arrived. .  He was not happy at my choice of pens for one thing and he told me so. When I tired to  talk to him , he grabbed up his  goose and said, "He could have me PUT IN JAIL.   Guess I  shouldn't have said that part about him "DUMPING his pet"  Thought that was against the law somewhere...   ~the cop says..  Well He was just trying to release it into the wild!  ... you were  in wrong. you should leave animals to the  SPCA.  And the police do not handle animals calls, Call the  SPCA not us!   

Then the man had the nerve to ask if we  would do him a favor and if we saw this goose again, just leave the goose alone for a few days while she learned to live in the wild.  Imagine!

 Domestic animals do not know how to care for themselves.  They die quickly..

How sad for this  lovely creature!

  Anyway, we are not in jail and the  goose is gone (at least for now)

Oh, the charge of breaking and entering... some garages have doorbells as you  all may know.  People here in this complex use the garage to come and go as there is no parking in the  front entrances.  Dawg knocked on the front door. left the note, then went to the garage.  All the lights were on and windows were open.  He pushed the door bell..which wasn't a  door bell at all but  the garage opener  button.  The garage  opened and Dawg just slipped the note on the inside of the garage door, then closed it again.

And as the man told the girl  cop!  "I  got thousands and thousands  of dollars worth of stuff in my  apartment..."  (his words) 

Well,  (smiles) I can  now.  Smile that is.. I know a place where there is thousands and thousands of  dollars worth of stuff just for the taking.  Just push the door bell!  But make sure  you don't take the goose.  It is in the process of being released into the WILD and it would be a crying shame if  anything  or anyone caused this plan to  somehow go awry.

I'm not crying anymore and the  birds are singing and the sun is shinning and I think I'll  take a nap.  Good night.

Simon's Cat (Fly Guy)

http://youtu.be/I1qHVVbYG8Y

this is so funny!  The cat's movements are spot on!

http://www.simonscat.com/

Dear Abby

today's Dear Abby  (Thanks Dear Abby!)!

EASTER BUNNIES FACE SAD FATE AFTER HOLIDAY EXCITEMENT ENDS

DEAR ABBY: Easter is coming. Many families still purchase live rabbits as pets for their children. Parents often think rabbits are good "starter" pets and don't understand what they are getting themselves into. As a result, too many of these poor creatures end up in animal shelters, and children learn that pets are disposable.

Before getting rabbits, people should consider:

(1) Are they willing to make a 7- to 10-year commitment? That is the average lifespan of a rabbit.

(2) What will happen if their child gets bored with the bunny after six months?

(3) Is there a place in their house for a rabbit cage?

(4) Are they willing to pay to get it spayed/neutered and provide vet care?

(5) Do they know that most rabbits hate to be held? Will their child accept that?

(6) Are they willing to ensure that children under 7 won't pick up the rabbit without supervision? Rabbits are fragile; their legs or spine will break if accidentally dropped.

(7) Can they provide three hours of exercise every day in an escape-proof area outside its cage?

(8) Do the adults want the rabbit, too? A rabbit should be a family pet.

If people have questions about rabbits and their care, please ask them to contact my organization. We are happy to answer questions. Our Web site is www.rabbitnetwork.org and our phone number is             (781) 431-1211 begin_of_the_skype_highlighting            (781) 431-1211      end_of_the_skype_highlighting      .

Finally, if a rabbit is right for you and your family, please adopt one from a shelter or rescue group. You enrich your family with a new member and also teach your kids the value of saving a life. Thank you. -- SUZANNE TRAYHAN, PRESIDENT, HOUSE RABBIT NETWORK

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DEAR SUZANNE: The topic of bunnies, baby chicks and ducklings as Easter gifts is one that recurs every year. I hear from people who work in animal shelters deploring the fact that the helpless little creatures are later dumped when they cease to be novelties. I hope readers will take to heart what you have written, particularly the suggestion that if a rabbit is going to be adopted, a shelter or rescue group can be

Rabbit "Training"

Rabbits! Awesome Commercial !

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9LzeDg8z-M

This reminded me of Brer Rabbit and his  "Laffin' Place"

Name Your Computer

Name Your Computer

You should always give your computer a name and I am not speaking of the brand name it came with. You must give it an actual name and no rude names - your computer can tell the difference.

Please note that inside every computer (yours too) a HAL lurks!

Of course, we understand this is not the original HAL 9000 from "2001: A Space Odyssey".

The original HAL 9000 was huge and had to be.

Size matters!

The minuscule HALs' that inhabit our modern world would have been dismissed as sheer frivolity back in 2001. And forget about running amok, going psycho and taking over, a tiny HAL would never have worked.

Imagine this!

A HAL unit about the size of a pin head with a teeny tiny squeaky mouse voice walking about on your desk top, extracting data, analogizing your files, reading your secret thoughts, sampling your coffee, etc.

Computer User: "HAL, please run a diagnostic of all systems."

HAL: "I'm sorry Dave, I can't do that."

Computer users from this era were all cowboys. They were usually rugged plain spoken individuals who meant what they said and said what they meant. Each and every one of them possessed a remarkable trait commonly referred to as "horse sense". (It is called "savvy" today but very few actually have it.) These users called situations like they saw them and didn't care one wit if you agreed with them or not and they most certainly didn't care how it made you feel. The direct no -nonsense approach was the norm when dealing with problems and it worked-worked well.

A working solution to a malfunction of this nature was a simple matter and required little if any thought.

A. Remove hammer from desk drawer
B. Smash the teeny tiny sassy HAL into a million pieces.
C. "Houston, we may have a problem."

Ancient computers, (before HAL) never gave you any sass. You communicated directly! These bad boys understood their place in the grand scheme of things. They didn't require names. You typed in command and the computer responded. Your second language was DOS!

When my son learned the alphabet, he always recited it like this: "A- B- C-prompt (C:)

Modern computers on the other hand, are intelligent subtle sneaky beings. They have evolved. They think their own thoughts , diagnose their own problems, facilitate their own solutions. and fix themselves. The may or may not mention any of this to you. They demand names!

A friend of mine recently acquired her first computer. She took a class e and had some geeky guys come to her home and set it up for her. She called me very excited, bursting with her new found knowledge.

"When your computer was set up, did you name it?" I had to ask.

"No, I didn't know I needed to"

"Oh yes! , You MUST choose a good name for your personal computer or it will fail one day after the warranty expires, corrupt your hard drive, hide all your important files and maybe even crash and BURN. It's the HAL clause- It's built into every machine."

We laughed and then talked of other things.

Some weeks later, my friend called me again. She had learned how to send e-mails (and forward others -sigh) and had discovered free on-line greeting cards.

"I did it!" She told me.

"Do you think "Rosebud" is a good name? The guy at the computer place said it was ok."

"What??"

"You know, "Rosebud" from the movie?"

My train of thought suddenly whooshed the doors shut and steamed down the track leaving me dumbfounded and dazed at the station. I paused a moment and waited for the train to come back around-It always did.

"I think mine is a girl."

"What kind did you get?"

My computers have always been "Freds'" (see precious post)

C copyright 2009 by DJL

Stalker

The morning was clear and crisp and full with the promise of spring. I walked the short walk to the row of mailboxes and inserted my key.


"Surprise!" The voice shouted.



I wasn't surprised and knew the answer already but I asked anyway.

"Who are you and why are you stalking me?"

"Hey, Lady! I'm pain, It's what I do!"

At  The Movies 

"One please ."

I pushed through the turn stile and handed my ticket to the guy working the line.

He studied it  a moment before tearing it in half and handing me the stub.

"Royle Paine, huh?

 Heard it got bad reviews.

“ Movie Theatre 12, ”    He said without looking up.

Movie Theatre 12 turned out to be quite a trek  and  I was more than ready to sit down by the time I reached it.  The place was almost empty save two old ladies whispering together in the second row.  I   hobbled past them up the risers and took a seat against the wall under the projection booth.    I wanted to be alone.

 I enjoyed  British comedies and settled in for what I hoped would be a couple hours of welcome diversion.  But it was at that moment, the double doors whooshed open and there standing in a single beam of light was my stalker. He’d spoiled a perfectly wonderful morning yesterday and now he had found me again.  I slouched down as far as I could in my seat but I knew he’d seen me.

“Hello Ducky.”  He said in a most  horribly fake British accent as he slid into the seat next to me.

CC Copyright 2011 by DJL

Happy Birthday Dodge City Kitty!

Hoppy Valentine's Day!

On Monkeys

 "Monkeys"
and what I know about them


Once, I read an article published eons ago in The Harvard Business Journal. It's all about the care and feeding of monkeys. (Monkeys, being problems) It was  originally written as a management tool, but I have applied it to my life and I realize today, I should read this again every year at the very least.


Here's what I've learned about "monkeys"


1.  If a monkey doesn't belong  to you, don't take him in to care for and don't  feel guilty because you  don't.


2.  If a monkey is yours, care for him. ( I believe we all need to be responsible monkey keepers) BUT always be searching of a way to rid yourself of this beggar.  Monkeys kept too long often become snarly, unruly and can bite really hard.


3.  Realize that some monkeys  can never leave.


4.   Never entertain old monkeys!  They will always come back to  visit but for gosh sakes, don't feed them!

~Hare