where you will discover through my postings the many moods of me. Somewhere between the last post that I made and today, I seem to have misplaced a day. If you find it laying around someplace, please return it to me. I have spent this entire day messing around with this blog. I got my banner made and saved with no problem. I played around with the different templates and found one that I liked. Then I tried to apply my own tiled background image. This is where I ran into trouble. I just can't get it to take. No doubt what ever I have done wrong is something minor and I am just overlooking it when I am trying to find the problem. This has had me banging my head on the key board all day.
If there is anyone out there that can take a look at it and point out my error, I sure would appreciate it.
I received an e-mail yesterday with a poem attached that dealt with a subject that is very near and dear to my heart. The subject was concerns the plight of so many abused and neglected dogs. We have domesticated the dog to the point where we think and sometimes expect them to act more like us and less like their ancestors, not so far removed, the wolf. Some areas have made it legal to hunt the wolves now and it has become quite a sport. Perhaps it is because of the beliefs of my ancestors that I disagree with the hunting of wolves. When my ancestors hunted they made use of all of the animal that they killed, such as food, clothing and tools....etc. How many of those hunters are going to using those wolves as food? I know that everyone has their own opinion on this and I am not trying to force what I believe on anyone.
"There's never been a documented case of a healthy wild wolf killing or seriously injuring a person in North America."
excerpt from: "Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?" -- Revisited
By L. David Mech
I found this to be a very interesting article. I encourage everyone to take an active interest in what is happening to these beautiful creatures. Like many animals of the wild they are slowly being squeezed out of their homes as we continue to take more and more of their wild lands and clear them and build on them, making what was once the territory of the deer, bear and wolf our backyard. How can anyone look at a picture of a wolf and not see their own little lovable mutt.....
In memory of Contessa
These prison bars I sit behind
I tried to live my master's way
I didn't mean to trash the house
And when I got to go outdoors
Uh oh, he found the hole I dug
My tail tucked between my legs
He doesn't even like the song
I'm battered, bruised and all alone
For I can't help the way I am
So, here I sit on death row
I guess I'll never understand