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"Two months ago I adopted this girl. Her name was Vitória, but I was not a big fan of that name...I wrote down three name options on three pieces of paper, I put the cookies on it and she chose Greta Maria.
We don't know how old she is for sure (we think she's 2), she spent her life tied up, sleeping on concrete. She had never taken a bath, she stank so much that even a flea wouldn't talk to her. She didn't even know what the sun looked like.
Today Greta Maria is Universal. Photo of the proud smiles of those who managed to climb alone on the puff to take in the sun."

11/01/2023

Nana (sp. Grandma) (~1810-1896) was a distinguished warchief of the Warm Springs Apache band of the Chiricahua Apache, and the brother-in-law of Geronimo. He got his first taste of battle in raids in Mexico, accompanying the famous chief Mangas Coloradas (see page highlights on Apaches for his biography). After the death of Mangas in 1863, a warrior named Victorio took over as chief of the Mimbres Apaches, another band of the Chiricahua. Together, the two chiefs would try to live peacefully in their homeland until they were forced to fight and defend their homes against the U.S. army's encroachment. Facing a war on two fronts, they had to fend off Texan trespassers, as well as the Mexican government, which put a very large bounty on Apache scalps. Victorio was killed in 1880 at the Battle of Tres Castillos by the Mexican army, so Nana took on the position of Chief and kept the guerilla resistance alive and well from the Sierra Madre mountains. The resistance would end with the surrender of Apaches in 1886, and Nana would die 10 years later of natural causes as a prisoner in Fort Sill, Oklahoma. The legendary chief is remembered for fighting alongside young men well into his 80s, even though he was half blind and had arthritis.

10/31/2023

🐕I am Family

It is Christmas day today,
And all are full of cheer,
But I lay freezing on the step,
I always sleep right here.

I never get to go inside,
And join in all the fun,
I'm what they call a yard dog,
When all is said and done.

They have given me some scraps,
I think it was last week,
Now laying in the snow today,
I am feeling tired and weak.

I can hear the children playing,
As my head lay on my paws,
This time just last year,
I was a gift from Santa Claus.

I don't know what I did wrong,
To be shut out in the yard,
I only lived inside 6 months,
Since then my life's been hard.

The snow is falling heavy now,
I'm just a block of ice,
And when I breathe the cold cold air,
My lungs feel like a vice.

A miracle then came to pass,
An Angel did appear,
She glowed,and I could feel the heat,
As she floated near.

She reached her hand and beckoned,
It was such a sight to see,
She smiled and said "Good Dog,
It is time to come with me.

I will take you to the bridge,
Where all the Good Dogs go
You can play there in the sunshine,
There will be no freezing snow."

My bag of bones stood up then,
I shook the snow from off my fur,
And,as I slowly followed,
This is what I said to her.

"I am not a Good Dog though,
In that I think you're wrong,
No one would shut a Good Dog,
In the garden for so long."

The Angel turned and smiled,
As I walked with head hung low,
Then she said"I'm sorry,
I thought that you would know.

You really are a Good Dog,
The reason why your time is up,
It is just unfortunate,
You were born a Christmas pup."

I now live at the Rainbow Bridge,
And I am filled with joy,
But remember this at Christmas time,
A dog is NOT a toy.

To clarify this message,
To which I have eluded,
Animals are living things,
Batteries are not included ❤️

10/30/2023

This photo is too beautiful not to be seen by everyone 🙌🏻🥰

10/29/2023

🏆 The Other Kobe
The 2023 Boylesports Irish Greyhound Derby Champion.
The first time ever that litter brothers have done the Derby double.
Jennifer O'Donnell take a bow 👏