Showing posts with label kindness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kindness. Show all posts

The Right Place and a Winner!


Back in June I 
pondered the question 
karma in my life.

This weekend, I once again
 found myself in the right
places, at the right
times.....


Saturday morning
my sweet friend Rosemarie 
and I were shopping
 Good Will for 
silent auction baskets.

As we left the store,
we noticed two big dogs
sitting in a car near mine.


After we'd both
oohed and ahhed
at how cute they were, we 
almost simultaneously gasped,
There are no windows
rolled down!

It was 90 degrees
and sunny outside.

Maybe because autumn
is almost here and the
mornings start out
cooler, the owner of
these animals didn't think
about cracking the
windows....


But, according to
weather.com, your car is 
like an oven and even on a
  mild sunny day the temperature
in the car can get as hot 
as 120 degrees!

Dogs only perspire
through their paws and through 
panting.  In close quarters like
an automobile, they then expel this 
extra heat from their bodies, making the 
air around them even hotter.


Well, I zoomed up to GW's
 front door, lickety-split and 
Rosemarie ran in to have the
 check-out clerk make an announcement.

After five ~ yes, FIVE ~ whole minutes 
a young woman came out clutching
a bag, head down, doing a walk of shame 
as Ro and I gave her the stink eye.  After
she hurriedly jumped in and drove away, we 
wondered if we'd done the right thing by not
calling the police?

I pray that girl won't
make this mistake again.

google images
Yesterday, my son and I headed 
out to Costco.  At the light before we turn 
into the store driveway, I glanced over
to see how busy the parking lot looked.
At the end of the lot farthest from 
Costco {and closest to us} was a pickup truck
that had backed into its space ~ almost to
the railing that separates the lot from the busy
road, about ten feet below.

I saw a dog in the back of the pickup,
front paws on the railing, poised 
to JUMP!
My heart began to pound as I imagined
the grave danger this dog would be in
if he went through with
his getaway plan....

When the light turned green I found myself
like Mario Andretti, once again, peeling into
 that lot and parking next to the truck.

I leaped out of the car just in 
time to see the dog's rear legs
and tail disappear behind the pickup.
Sick with fear, I approached the railing
to see what had
happened.

Turns out there was about
one foot of space
between the pickup
and the railing.....

.....and the dog had
been tethered 
by the neck
 using two leashes, lashed to 
each side of the truck bed,
about three feet from
the back.

With only one foot on the 
ground, the poor guy was 
dangling ~
by a choke chain ~
over the back of
the truck!

A pinch choke chain.
The kind with one and
half inch spikes.....
pointing towards the
dog's neck.

A pit bull.


If it had been a lab or a collie 
or a mixed breed I would have
freed him, myself.  But there has
 been so much bad press 
 recently about pit bulls, 
that I was afraid to touch
him in this condition.

Afraid.

I left my son next to
our car in case the owner came back ~
he could flag the person down ~ 
and I high-tailed it through that
parking lot like you wouldn't believe....
in flip-flops!

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I burst through those automatic doors, up
to customer service and blurted out this
pathetic crisis in a loud voice. 
 One of the of the managers said
Take me 
and we were off, 
scrambling for the pickup.

As we got closer, the
screams from that dog
were just awful.  Because
the owner had parked so
far away from the building
{and other cars}, my
son was the only one 
to hear it.  He's eleven.
He said he could hardly
stand it.


As we crooned to the
dog It's okay, buddy, you're okay.....
we approached him from
both sides and unraveled
the knotted leashes keeping
him tethered to the truck.
As his other three paws touched 
terra firma, he wagged his tail and I swear,
 his eyes were 
all gratitude.

Since Costco has no
announcement system
in their stores, this manager
stood outside {it was 90
degrees} with her grateful charge.
  Another employee had been 
sent for water for the dog, 
which he drank and drank.


She sat out there with
the dog for 40 minutes.

When the owners left
the store, they were surprised
to see this young lady, who
I now know is called Kate,
with their dog.  When she
told them how their dog
nearly choked to death,
the woman barely muttered
Sorry.

Kate and I both shook our
heads sadly when she related
how this pup's adventure ended.
Maybe I should have called
the police she said mournfully.
I assured her that she'd
gone above and beyond
the call of duty and that
hopefully, his owners had
learned a lesson.

Hopefully.


According to the Humane
Society of America, the
only way to transport a
dog safely in an open
pickup truck is in a heavy
travel crate.  They know
of no restraints that are
safe in this situation and
say there have been cases
where dogs tied down with
leashes or harnesses have
been strangled or dragged
after being thrown from a
truck bed.

So please, keep
your eyes open for this 
type of plight....You might
be the next person to
be in the right place,
at the right time, to help
an animal who cannot
help himself.

An animal's eyes have
the power to speak
a great language.
~ Martin Buber



Okay, now on to

a lighter subject:
The winner of my
CSN giveaway!

According to Random
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is


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Congratulations!


[image 1 Privet and Holly
image 2, 6, 8 google images
others: flickr ~ click each
for attribution]





A Few Kind Words

Wow.
What a difference
a few words can make.

~ My William




As the only child
since his sister
flew the coop
with her school
group to Italy 
last week, my
son and I have
been spending a lot 
of time together.

Like the State baseball
tournament, where
we cheered our
varsity team on to
win the consolation
prize......



And our bicycle ride with
the bigger boy ~
aka his dad and my
hubby ~ on Father's
Day....

A few meals out.
Table for three.

And errands together.
A two-some.
Like the old days,
when his sister was
in school and he was 
the little brother,
longing to be there
with her, but also
happy to be my
co-pilot as we cruised
through days that were
gone in a heartbeat.


6AM Smiles

After we dropped his sister off 
last week in the wee hours of the
morning, we celebrated
her travel adventure over
breakfast at our local
mom and pop establishment.
Our waitress was a
real grump.




Today we
took ourselves to 
another local eatery,
where we felt like
royalty, simply because
we were thanked
several times for visiting
 and also told by at least 
two employees to have
a great day.

And that brings me back
to William's quote....

He noticed.

Which is saying something
when you are 12 and a 
half and your head is
filled with baseball and
X-Box and wanting to
start your own business.


{He plays a mean
Hotel California, too!}

Last year I happened upon
a small but powerful little
 book, titled Silver Boxes.  It 
was about the importance of 
positive words; how they 
are really like wonderfully 
wrapped gifts for those who are 
lucky enough to receive them.

When William noticed the
silver boxes that had been
eagerly handed our way
at the pancake house this
morning, it got me 
thinking.



Thinking about you and
all of the wonderful silver
boxes that I receive with
each and every comment that
 you leave here for me.


Words that lift.
Words that sing.
Words that edify.
Words that humble.
Words that bless.

And I am certain that 
you are the type
of person who also gives
silver boxes ~ those few
kind words ~ to others that
you encounter every day.
{And probably don't even
realize it!}



Thank you for that.

I truly, truly
thank you.

Now I'm off to finish
laundry and do some weeding
and pay bills that are due
and book plane tickets
for our summer holiday.  
We are still grasping a 
bit to find our new summer 
normal around here, especially
with our girl being gone.

But we're getting there.
Things ramp up over the next
month starting Monday, when
I'll become reacquainted 
 with my chauffeur's cap.



Until then, I'm going to
enjoy cheering at my son's
baseball games and listening
to tween boy conversation
in the car as we head to the
DQ with his buddies afterwards
for a Blizzard or a Mr. Misty : )

And if I can inject a few kind 
words along the way, I'm going 
to try my darnedest to do 
just
that!

Kind words are a creative force,
a power that concurs with the
building up of all that is good,
and an energy that showers
 blessings upon the world.


~ Lawrence G. Lovasik


xx
Suzanne


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