Mother Dog Doing What She Does Best

This is the kind of story that needs to be read by a lot of people, so I am reblogging from Morning Story and Dilbert.

Originally posted on Morning Story and Dilbert:

Morning Story and Dilbert

Vintage Dilbert
September 10, 2010

In 2003, police in Warwickshire , England , opened a garden shed and found a whimpering, cowering dog. It had been locked in the shed and abandoned. It was dirty and malnourished, and had clearly been abused.

In an act of kindness, the police took the dog, which was a greyhound female, to the nearby Nuneaton and Warwickshire Wildlife Sanctuary known as a willing haven for animals abandoned, orphaned or otherwise in need.

Geoff and the other sanctuary staff went to work with two aims: to restore the dog to full health, and to win her trust. It took several weeks, but eventually both goals were achieved.

They named her Jasmine, and they started to think about finding her an adoptive home.

The dog had other ideas. No-one remembers now how it began, but Jasmine started welcoming all animal arrivals at the sanctuary. It…

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10 Great Quotations for International Literacy Day

Reading can take you anywhere on a magic carpet of words. This is reblogged from InterstingLiterature.

Originally posted on Interesting Literature:

Today is International Literacy Day! What better time, then, to celebrate some of the wisest, wittiest, pithiest, silliest, and most profound things that writers have ever said about literature and reading? The following are 10 of our personal favourites from the last 21 months of Interesting Literature.

‘A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies,’ said Jojen. ‘The man who never reads lives only one.’

– George R. R. Martin

Parents should leave books lying around marked ‘forbidden’ if they want their children to read.

– Doris Lessing

There is no surer foundation for a beautiful friendship than a mutual taste in literature.

– P. G. Wodehouse

Cat with book

There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts.

– Charles Dickens

No entertainment is so cheap as reading, nor any pleasure so lasting.

– Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

One always tends to overpraise a long…

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I just finished reading “Company of Heroes, My Life as an Actor in the John Ford Stock Company” by Harry Carey, Jr.He was the son of Harry Carey, Sr. and had a long film career, attaining a reputation as an authority on Western films.

To me, he is always Dobe (a nickname because of his hair the color of adobe brick)who i first know on his father’s ranch in 1936-38. I am 10 years old, his sister, Cappy, l3, and he is 16. Cappy and I ride out nearly every day to explore the l,000 plus acres of the ranch, find the horses and the cattle, and stampede them up the canyons. Dobe, shy, riding more sedately, always chooses a direction opposite to ours, singing opera all the while. He keeps busy with his two friends, Al Taylor and Bobby Robertson. Al is a short, sturdy, wirey tough guy who Dobe wants to train to be a prizefighter, and who, eventually, marries Cappy. Bobby is a tall,handsome teenager who eventually becomes a professional football player. Dobe does not become an opera singer.

After we move from the ranch and go back to New York, our families are not as close, although Dobe, working in New York at the World’s Fair for a short while, comes to visit us. I am l4. He is 20. One day, he takes me to see “Dumbo” and we both sit in the theater crying our eyes out.  Soon after, he  enters the Navy. We, again, return to California and frequently see the Carey family once more. Dobe gets married to Marilyn Fix, daughter of actor Paul Fix, and we attend, along with half of Hollywood, including John Wayne and John Ford.After the war, Dobe becomes an actor, performing in  many, many films such as ” 3 Godfathers, She Wore a Yellow Ribbon, Wagonmaster, Rio Grande, Red River, Mr. Roberts, The Searchers,and Cheyenne Autumn,” as well as Tv shows.  “Red River” is a film that brings  Dobe and his father together in the cast, along with  others who play small parts in my life: writer Borden Chase, Joanne Dru, and Walter Brennan.

Around 1965 or so, there is a strike in the industry, and the actors are having a rough time. I happen to be the casting director  for The Standard School Broadcast then, and we shoot 3 or 4 scripts at one time with actors playing historical figures. I gather together an acting troupe, among which is Dobe. At $200 a script, I can give them 3 scripts at a time to record in one day, so that they walk away with $600 or more for a couple of hours of work.

At  the age of 91, Dobe dies of natural causes. A year earlier, a friend and I plan to visit him and Marilyn, but  before the date we all set, Marilyn calls to say, “Dobe fell down in the bathroom, and he’s in the hospital.We’ll have to postpone.” We never do make that vijsit.

Even though I have known him for many years in the industry, I always think of  Dobe as riding on the ranch, singing into the wind. My daughter ran into him at a meeting several years ago. She introduced herself to him as my daughter, and Dobe’s first remark to the friend by his side was, “Her mother rode like an Indian, bareback and wide open!”  I guess those childhood memories stamp us forever in other’s minds.  

Now, he is off singing opera in the widest of open spaces with God as an audience.


I’m tired of professionals who don’t do their jobs. My computer was floeey after some downloads from Microsoft that I did not ask for.  I went on their site and received notice to go to Omnitech support. After they diagnosed my computer as being ridden with bugs, etc. they guaranteed to fix it in tip-top shape with no more problems for a price….a hefty one.  I believed them. Four techs later, two days later, it was fixed….sort of.  They screwed up my pictures and my revolving ones, and I don’t notice that the speed has accelerated to a startling degree.  It’s a little better and a little cleaner. My advice is don’t use them. I have their service for a year, but it is not worth it in the long run. Are there any companies these days that do what they say they do, that are reliable?


I am Mad as Hell and I’m Not Going to Take it Anymore!

This is an outrageous practice of thievery. Please, be aware and follow Mary’s blog: Oil Pastels by Mary to keep abreast of the situation that might concern you.

Originally posted on Oil Pastels by Mary:

Mad?  Oh yes I am and beyond any words that I can express here.  Discouraged?  Totally of people’s lack of moral judgement, inner-compass of values and code of conduct.  Disappointed?  Yes – I’m totally disappointed, that there are people out there who think they can take what is not theirs and what?  Make money?  Or draw traffic to their website?   Why all in the name of getting known?  No it’s more than that . . .

I’m calling you out right here and now:

Last week completely by chance I discovered that these two sites/companies confiscated images of several of my paintings and have placed their identity as the authors of my work.  Are you serious?!  Doing a search on Google, Dogpile, Yahoo, etc. of “oil pastel seascapes” I found several of my paintings with these two companies as the owner – OH NO YOU DON’T! 

I found…

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My computer has been ailing, so I contacted Omnitech Support to help out. They worked on it yesterday, for three hours with three different technicians who, guaranteed, for  a hefty price, that it would be fixed and running perfectly.    You can guess the rest of the story.  It still isn’t fixed, was worse in some areas, and I have another go-around today.  Please send advice, good luck, anything that will help, and perhaps I’ll be back on board soon. Until then, it’s a time out that I hope will be a short one.

Top Ten Tuesday! Ten Reasons NOT to do The ALS Ice Bucket Challenge

This post by Phil Factor is for a good cause. Please read.

Originally posted on The Phil Factor:

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That’s right, apparently at a loss for any petty crimes or misdemeanors, even the Biebs did it.











Yup, that’s right. There’s no reason not to. Yes, it’s popular and trendy to do the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge, but guess what? It’s also for a good cause. You don’t want to be shown up by Justin Bieber do you? If you don’t want to pour cold water over your head you can still help. I’ll give you two ways:

1) Click this link: ALS to go to their donation page and donate.

2) Click on one of my books in the sidebar and buy it for your Kindle, Nook, or iPad, then put a comment on this post saying which one you bought and I will donate 100% of what I would get…

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It is nearly 2 o’clock in the morning, and the coyotes are howling in the mountains of the 2,500-acre ranch. The eleven ranch dogs of all sizes and breeds answer, their chorus of voices both joining and taunting the coyotes.
Storming out of the ranch house door strides a 6-foot figure of a mature man in pajamas, rifle in hand. He yells at the dogs to be quiet and then fires a shot toward the nearest mountain top. Absolute silence follows. Both coyotes and dogs are stilled. Then, Harry Carey, Sr., the old-time Western movie hero who received an Oscar for his performance in “Mr. Smith Goes to Washington,” walks back into the house, his mission accomplished one more time.
Harry was a good friend of my father’s for many years before we went to live on his ranch in 1936-8 in an adobe house past a swath of wash, a sweep of alfalfa fields on the right hand side as one follows the narrow dirt road to the main ranch house. The hills and mountains and flat land canyons surround it.
I remember Harry and his wide, warm, wonderful smile, the gravely voice, and the cowboy clothes. As a child of ten and eleven, I can see him sitting in his favorite arm chair by a window, a book always in his hands, next to a table on which sits an original bronze statue of horse and rider by Remington.
I see him riding out on his buckskin horse, Sonny, the one he used in motion pictures, usually quiet, just observing. The only time he chastizes his teenage daughter and me is when, tired and in a hurry after a long day’s ride,we leave our saddles on the corral fence. “You can’t do that!” he tells us sternly. “Always put your saddles in the tack room where they’re protected and where they’re out of the way of the horses in the corral.” We never do it again.
In the early morning, he meets with the Navajo ranch hands, giving them orders for the day, plus a shot of sherry for each one. There are six Navajos; three men, two women, and a child. They usually laugh at me when I run past the men sitting on the rail on the way to feed my horse in the morning. Why would anyone run unless she was being chased?
Guests come to the ranch: Gary Cooper, Paul Fix, John Wayne, Eddie Marr,John Ford, Mark Hellinger, plus other show business people. Harry is a genial host. However, the gate to the ranch is kept locked on weekends when strangers drive up to it. Harry, looking the quarter of a mile away with his binoculars, announces, “Here, they come. The spoilers,” referring to the lookie-loos. When we expect guests, the gate is opened.
In the summertime, because it is an oven every night and day in Saugus, on the ranch, the Careys and my family rent a house together on Balboa Island for the season. Harry spends a lot of the day sitting on the dock next to the sailboat, reading or just watching his daughter and teenage son, Harry Carey, Jr., and me go about our daily affairs, swimming or sailing or biking or playing beach games with the neighborhood kids.The Navajos are driven down from the ranch occasionally. The women wear their full Navajo clothing into the water as no Navajo lady never reveals her body for viewing.
My family returns to New York for four years, and then back to California. Harry, at the instigation of his wife, sells the ranch and moves to another one, not as large, in San Diego County. Ollie, his wife, admits it is a mistake, that Harry is not really happy away from the old ranch. They have sold the cattle and all the livestock, including some 30 horses, save Sonny and Brother. Harry’s new horse joins them in a small stable on the Water Mountain Ranch.
When I am 18, I spend a week there, and just Harry and I ride together so he can show me the new land and the small waterfall on it. It is beautiful, but it isn’t his old stamping grounds and it shows in his wistfulness for the old ranch. One day, Harry isn’t feeling well.”I can’t ride today,” he tells me, “but you take any horse you want and go explore.” I saddle up his new, handsome horse and spend hours riding around the new ranch and waxing nostalgic for the old one.
In 1947,I am living in South Dakota, married and with a daughter born that June, It is later that year and Harry is dying of cancer. My parents visit him,and Harry tells my mother, “Oh, Virgie, I’m so sick.”Shortly after, when my parents are spending the day with Lucy and Desi Arnaz on their ranch, they receive a phone call from Ollie. “Harry just died.” When they call me the next day, it is as if a part of my childhood has died, too.
His star is on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, but it is John Wayne who pays him the ultimate tribute in the film “The Searchers.” Harry’s signature gesture in films was to hold his left forearm with his right hand.
Wayne, who said that Harry was “the greatest Western actor of all time” used that gesture in his final scene in that picture. John Ford, in his film “Three Godfathers,” dedicates it “To Harry Carey- bright star of the Early Western sky.”
Harry was a fine actor and a gentleman of his adopted West. His son, Dobe, under his real name of Harry Carey, Jr., carried on the tradition. He will be the next actor I write about.


I have just heard a Robin Williams story that I don’t think has ever been publicized, or, if it has, not enough. Stars submit what they call a “rider” when they are to appear in a concert, or show, or film. It consists of their special requests while they are working, consisting of the food or drink they require, etc. A booking agent received Robin’s rider. The request was that a certain number of homeless people be hired during the course of his contract. That was for every performance and every film.
A most generous, loving man was Robert Williams.
There is the superstition that our losses come “in threes.” If so, then we have the pattern of Robin Williams, Lauren Bacall, and Ed Nelson. Ed was a television, film, and stage actor for many,many years. Later in his career, he starred in a one-man national touring production as Harry Truman in “Give ‘Em Hell, Harry.” He, too, died this week.
May our trio rest in peace. They deserve it.