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<font face="Comic Sans MS">Hi folks,<br>
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Wasn't it a wonderful weekend? We had a PAWS adoption day and had
terrific results with 16 dogs getting new homes! I even got a little
bit of a sunburn sitting out there with the ladies and dogs for several
hours. Of course, we couldn't adopt them all out, and I hated to see
any have to go back to the pound, but it happens, and our local
dogcatcher, Kenny Houston, is really great to work with us on our
adoption days to help keep as many of these wonderful companion animals
from having to be killed. With the weather cooling off, we should be
able to start having more frequent adoption days now. We have to shut
down during the hot part of the year and the cold part of the year, as
it's just too much on us as well as the animals to be exposed to the
extreme temperatures for hours on end.<br>
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Happy birthday wishes go out to Mimi Kelley who celebrated her birthday
this past Saturday, Danny Foster who is celebrating becoming just a
dab older than me today, and Elaine Smith of our Antlers campus who
will celebrate her big day tomorrow.<br>
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I feel like I'm half crippled this morning. My left elbow is swollen
and hurts and everyone that looks at it says it has a little red spot
on it. They're about to make me paranoid that I've gotten a spider
bite. I have seen some really nasty looking pictures of spider bites
and trust me, I don't want one! If nothing else, and that is what it
turns out to be, I'm glad it's on the back of my elbow where I won't
have to look at it! <br>
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I got startled out of a nice comfortable snooze this morning by a
really loud squawking coming from outside the house. I just knew
something (probably one of those doggone raccoons) had gotten another
chicken, and figured I would be way too late to save it, when it
squawked again, so I figured, well, I just had to try. I got my shoes
on, grabbed up the flashlight and took off out through the wet grass
and weeds (bad elbow and all) to try to at least find the scene of the
crime. I found one of my young white hens lying in the grass looking
practically dead. I guess my mad charge into the darkness has scared
away whatever was trying to make a snack out of her. I reached down to
try and pick her up, only to find that she had plenty of life left in
her, and was still fully capable of letting out a squawk that would put
a fire alarm to shame. She jumped up and ran like I was going to eat
her, squawking all the way, until she finally "hid" in a clump of
weeds. I waded over there and was finally able to get a good hold on
her and the flashlight and get back into the house. I left her in a
cat carrier today just for safekeeping. She may well be the only
chicken we have left. We did get another big Muscovy duck this
weekend, as we've had one of those for a while and nothing seems to
mess with them. I wish I could train them to guard chickens and
kittens! <br>
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Our menu for today includes:<br>
Lasagna <br>
Broccoli with cheese sauce<br>
Carrots<br>
Corn<br>
Baked potato bar<br>
Garlic bread<br>
Hamburgers<br>
Potato cubes<br>
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And for dessert, have some luscious Ice Cream and Toppings.</font><font
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Have a great day,<br>
<br>
Rhoda <span class="moz-smiley-s1"><span> :-) </span></span><br>
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