Loving Lab
The little boy is wary of the dog at first, but the Labrador keeps trying and her patience is rewarded in the end.
The tenderness shown by the Labrador is intense, she just wants to mother the little boy.
Amazing and so beautiful.
The Rescue
Please watch this random act of kindness clip of a South African motorcyclist who stopped in the middle of an endurance race to rescue a calf drowning in a canal.
How amazing that this man, Johan Gray should stop in the middle of an endurance race, to help this poor little calf.
What a wonderful man he is – with a big heart!
One morning, the husband returns the boat to their lakeside cottage after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap.
Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out.
She motors out a short distance, anchors, puts her feet up, and begins to read her book. The peace and solitude are magnificent.
Along comes a Fish and Game Warden in his boat.
He pulls up alongside the woman and says, ‘Good morning, Ma’am. What are you doing?’
‘Reading a book,’ she replies, (thinking, ‘Isn’t that obvious?’)
‘You’re in a Restricted Fishing Area,’ he informs her. 
‘I’m sorry, officer, but I’m not fishing. I’m reading.’
‘Yes, but I see you have all the equipment . . . for all I know you could start at any moment. I’ll have to take you in and write you up.’
‘If you do that, I’ll have to charge you with sexual assault,’ says the woman.
‘But I haven’t even touched you,’ says the Game Warden.
‘That’s true, but you have all the equipment . . . for all I know you could start at any moment.’
‘Have a nice day ma’am,’ he said, and he left.
MORAL:
Never argue with a woman who reads.
It’s likely she can also think.
In spite of the wet weather, (believe it or not, it is not always hot and sunny in Oz!), we enjoyed a BBQ outside today with some friends.
Chicken Kebabs on a skewer with salad and potato salad – yummy!
The hub made his special chicken kebabs – chicken, mushrooms, onion, tomato, red, green and yellow capsicums, fed onto a skewer. I marinated the kebabs overnight in a recipe given to me by my friend, consisting of
plain yogurt
horseradish
juice of one lemon
grated lemon rind
Oops – caught out!
I made my famous potato salad which is always very popular with my friends.
I say ‘famous’, because when friends invite us to a BBQ, they always request that I bring one.
They say “it’s to die for” and I’m sure it will be brought up in my epitaph!
Here’s how I make mine:
Red skinned potatoes cubed & boiled al dente
2 hard boiled eggs chopped finely
mayonnaise
wholegrain (seeded) mustard
cooked pieces of bacon
red onion chopped small (raw)
dash of Italian Salad Dressing
Mix together & dress with a little parsley or chopped shallots
Also, TODAY was a canine birthday celebration.
My friend’s dog Sheba reached the grand old age of 14,
and she enjoyed her special day with our dog Poppy.
Happy Birthday Today, Sheba!
http://ilovemandaue.wordpress.com/2012/06/02/weekly-photo-challenge-today
This story and picture was sent to me by a friend (Thank You John A.) and I thought it was such a beautiful story that I would share it with everyone.
This is told as a true story, however I do not know for sure, Regardless I am sure you will be smiling after you have read it. :)
Tired Old Dog…
As an Aussie/Kiwi ANZAC means much more than just the letters or the words they represent.
Australian New Zealand Army Corps.
To me those words represent a special breed.
On the 25th of April each year we commemorate one of the saddest days in Australia's and New Zealand's combined history.
The landing at the Gallipoli Peninsula in 1915.
The objective was to capture the Dardanelles and Constantinople, opening the gateway to the Bosphorus and the Black Sea for the allied navies.
A is for apple, and B is for boat, 
(that used to be right, but now it won’t float)!
Alphabet
A is for arthritis, B‘s the bad back, C‘s the chest pains, perhaps car-di-ac?
D is for dental decay and decline,
E is for eyesight, can’t read that top line!
F is for fissures and fluid retention,
G is for gas which I’d rather not mention.
H - high blood pressure–I’d rather it low;
I for incisions with scars you can show.
J is for joints, out of socket, won’t mend,
K is for knees that crack when they bend.
L is for libido, what happened to sex?
M is for memory – I forget what comes next.
N is neuralgia, in nerves way down low;
O is for osteo – bones that don’t grow!
P for prescriptions, I have quite a few - just give me a pill and I’ll be good as new!
Q is for queasy, is it fatal or flu?
R is for reflux, one meal turns to two.
S is for sleepless nights, counting my fears,
T is for Tinnitus; bells in my ears!
U is for urinary; troubles with flow;
V for vertigo, that’s ‘dizzy,’ you know..
W for worry, now what’s going ’round?
X is for X ray, and what might be found.
Y is for another year I’m left here behind,
Z is for zest I still have — in my mind!
I’ve survived all the symptoms, my body is deployed,
and I’m keeping twenty-six doctors fully employed!
Mama Duck has had her babies on the window ledge of a bank, and the ledge is ten feet high!
She then flies off the ledge, expecting her babies to follow as they would in the wild – but this is not a soft, forest floor landing onto a pile of leaves – this is a landing on to a concrete sidewalk!
It’s not unusual for an orphaned infant of one species to be adopted by another animal of an entirely different species, especially when that animal is a nursing mother.
Females will often accept another species’ offspring into her own litter and raise it like one of her own, and the inter-species bonding begins . . .
A squirrel, just a few days old, was found injured and malnourished in the Seattle area in 2005. He was brought to Debby Cantlon, a local resident who is passionate about animals. Debby is known in the area for taking in sick and injured animals, and nursing them back to health.
The following photographs say it all.
When Debby took in the tiny creature and began caring for him, she found herself with an unlikely nurse’s aide - her pregnant Papillion, Mademoiselle Giselle
Finnegan and new mama - a dog!
Finnegan was resting in a nest in a cage just days before Giselle was due to deliver her puppies. Debby and her husband watched as the dog dragged the squirrel’s cage twice to her own bedside before she gave birth. Debby was concerned, yet ultimately decided to allow the squirrel out and the inter-species bonding began.
Finnegan rides a puppy mosh pit of sorts, burrowing in for warmth after feeding, eventually working his way beneath his new litter mates
Two days after giving birth, mama Giselle allowed Finnegan to nurse; family photos and a videotape show her encouraging him to suckle alongside her litter of five pups. Now, Finnegan mostly uses a bottle, but still snuggles with his ‘siblings’, rolling atop their bodies and sinking in deeply for a nap.
Finnegan and his new litter mates, five Papillion puppies, get along together as if they were meant to
Finnegan naps after feeding
Finnegan makes himself at home with his new litter mates, nuzzling nose-to-nose for a nap after feeding
As the puppies grew, they got a bit boisterous for Finnegan, so he found his own ‘safe place’ – a pocket in Debby’s jeans hooked to the back of her bedroom door!
Letting Go
When Finnegan was eight weeks old, Debby felt that he was old enough to be on his own, and began putting him outside. He would run around, but stayed within the confines of the yard, and every night he would scratch at the back door, or at Debby’s daughter’s window to be let in for the night.
Update
One night he didn’t come back, but he did return two weeks later with four other squirrels. He wasn’t seen again until Thanksgiving Day but wouldn’t let Debby touch him. He was wild and free – just what Debby had been hoping for – and doing exactly what he was supposed to be doing!
Wouldn’t it be nice if we could all get along like Finnegan and the gang?
Moral of the Story: Keep on loving everyone, even the squirrelly ones!
‘Then, I’ll have to charge you $3.49 because you’re ordering a la carte,’ the waitress warned her.
‘You mean I’d have to pay for not taking the eggs?’ my wife asked incredulously.
‘YES!’ stated the waitress.
‘How do you want your eggs?’ the waitress asked.
‘Raw and in the shell,’ my wife replied.
