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I miss the potato fields.
(0)My daughter,Alexi and me went to the Hamptons this weekend, well actually for the day not the entire weekend, and we had a great time. We could have had a better time if my blackberry phone was suspended erroneously and we took so much time at the ATT store to fix the mistake that we missed the Polo where I heard Madonna was attending. Damn. Things changed we were at the first Polo match then. We had a routine. We get breakfast at the Golden Pear take food from there and go to East Hampton and Main beach. In the early years (meaning when my husband was alive) our Hampton forays would happen every other weekend from June through to September. We didnt have a big mansion or even a small one to drop our luggage in but we had a great old farmhouse where I met Margit a lovely woman who was in charge of a simple no frills bed and breakfast in Bridgehampton. It was on the north side of the highway and it was grand. We ate good, walked a lot, shopped well and went to the beach. Now a days we would not have been able to go to the beach as “our” beach was unavailable for those that didnt have a permit. It seems that unless you are a property owner or an occupant of one of the gorgeous inns in East Hampton you are not allowed to park at the Main Beach parking lot. Without the parking we couldnt go on the beach until after five when the parking lot was open to us non regulars and we could have dipped our toes in the water but what good is that. Then we would still have not been able to go to Polo as it starts at 4:00 and ends until 6:00. No matter we had a great time. We always have a great time at the Hamptons.
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April 25, 2011
(0)Some how I feel a new feeling in my heart. Things just might be okay and if not something else will come along and that will be okay. No more time to be depressed and anxious. Today truly is going to be the first day of the rest of my life and it will be better than ever. I hope that is. Never be sure of anything good bad or indifferent. See you soon blog.
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I had a great birthday
(0)Recently my family took me to dinner for my birthday, actually my daughters as well as hers is the day before mine. I loved the dinner at our local Italian restaurant. My grandchildren behaved as well as my married and the best of all the flip video. Everything was exactly what I wished for and my kids got them for me. I felt like queen for the day, until of course all my problems loomed above me and I was sad. I need a miracle and it better be soon.
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Getting a dog
(0)I am demoralized lately. Ever since my Sphynx cat Charles passed away I have been sad. I miss him terrible. I have toyed with the idea of getting another pet, but never moved on it until recently. I was driving in my area and saw a girl walking three dogs one had huge ears and reminded me of my Charles. I stopped my car , rolled down the window and asked the girl what type of dog that was and she said it was a Papillon. I asked other questions such as if it was hard to groom, friendly, was good with other animals as I still have my two great cats PJ and Cody and don’t want them to be upset with another animal. She raved about her Papillon and I drove away.
Ever since then I have been trying to get a Papillon and all I find is a few extremely expensive breeders and a lot of puppies that seem to be from puppy mills. I spend most of my time on the internet trying to find a puppy that is not from a puppy mill and I haven’t yet.
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Something I just read about Sphynx cats
(0)Sphynx hairlessness is produced by an allele of the same gene that produces the Cornish Rex, which has only one of the usual two fur coats. The Sphynx allele is incompletely dominant over the Devon allele; both are recessive to the wild type. Sphynx were at one time crossbred with Devon Rex in an attempt to strengthen this gene, but unfortunately this led to serious dental or nervous-system problems and is now forbidden in most breed standards associations. The only allowable outcross breeds in the CFA are now the American Shorthair and Domestic Shorthair. Other associations have different rules. In Europe mainly Devon Rex has been used for outcrosses.
When I think that my Charles suffered during his entire eleven years with problems chewing (the configuration of his jaw did not allow him to chew as well as he could have) and his IBS that had him always yearning for food that his situation did not allow him to eat–turkey, chicken scraps– can cause me to sob uncontrollably. But then I realize that because I love him and took care of him all his life that I was rewarded with love back so pure and unconditionally that many nay never experience. But because of the cross breeding that took place with the Syphnx breed he only lived for what should have been his middle age and not at least ten more years of love and adoration and I now missed that pleasure with him. Instead his problems weakened him and something that should have been conquered instead killed him. And now I will grieve for the rest of my life.
If I can do anything in my life it will be to stop the cross breeding and experimentation of cats and dogs as the Nazi’s did for their prisoners , that cause these animals to have terrible troubles throughout their lives or even the shortening of their lives as what happened to my Charles. It took years to find out that the mix as I described above did that and I can only imagine the heartbreak and suffereing those cats and their owners went through.
cats, Charles, cross breeding, symphx
