Addendum to Swerving for Turtles

My blog readers (who are smarter than me anyway)have advised me that I forgot a few kinds of turtle people.

4. People who stop and wait for the turtle to cross

5. People who stop and photograph the turtle

6. People who stop for injured turtles and take them to wildlife rehab

7. People who never notice the turtle to begin with

8. People who creep on turtles and spy on their romantic encounters (ahem, this is my favorite)

9. People who have turtles visit their patio, turtle demands a bite of bacon, poops all over patio and leaves until the next day.

Thank you blogging turtle people! Have a good sunday.

Swerving For Turtles

I have determined in my extensive life of travel, leisure and adventure, (okay I thought of this on the way home from work) that there are 3 kinds of people in this world.

1. The person who sees the turtle in the road and swerves to run over him.

2. The person who sees the turtle in the road and swerves to miss him.

3. The person who stops to move the turtle out of the road.

A Warrior Bunny

Heartland Rabbit Rescue is where I volunteer. Our south warren is where all the adoptable bunnies live, waiting for their forever homes. Waiting to be spoiled, pampered and have the constant attention and adoration they deserve. Most of them will never know that feeling but all of them know safety, kindness, full tummies and get a chance to kick up their heels outside on nice days. They dont worry about being hit, being ignored and hands that hurt.

The north warren is where my heart is. They are the bunnies that will never be adopted. (well almost never, Sprout and Haven were adopted) They get few visitors and quietly live out their lives in large playpens. They get extra treats and green yummies and are normally not spayed or neutered for health reasons. They are Hannah, Snowflake, Kris, Emilio, Merlin, Putter, Charlie Brown, Wesley, and until yesterday there was Pearl.

Pearl came to us last year along with Merlin. She had weepy eyes and a runny nose. Her pretty white fur was covered in urine, a saggy dewlap and a used up body frame led us the believe that she was most likely a bunny used for breeding. She also had never known a kind touch in her entire life. She was a tiger, she bit, she growled, she lunged and slapped. She never stopped that behavior. She had never known love and affection and could only defend herself from the humans that might cause more pain.

A little over a week ago, her eye suddenly developed a bulge, leaked blood and pus. A rush to the vet discovered an abscess behind the eye. There was no other choice but to remove her eye. Pearl left for the bridge yesterday evening. Despite good care, meds and force feeding I believe with all my heart that Pearl decided to leave. Her eye was healing but her soul was damaged beyond repair. There was no telling what was going on in her body. Her little abused uterus could have been filled with cancer. We will never know. I think she decided that all the human contact was just too frightening and she had enough. Better to cross the bridge than have us keep touching her. No matter the attention we showed her, she just couldn't recognize the love we offered.

In the twilight a few days ago she had a little playtime outside. She, for just a minute allowed our director to give her a back rub. She didn't run away, growl or try to bite. I think she made her peace then. She laid down her sword and shield. Pearl is an example to me of how death is not the most horrible thing. Suffering is much more horrible. There are many kinds of abuse in this world. Physical and verbal abuse is what we hear about most. Imagine in your whole life that not one soul ever loved you. Not one soul ever gave you a hug, ever touched you with kindness. That seems the worst fate imaginable to me.

Hug whatever living breathing creature you care about today. Touch them lightly with love and pour it into them. Make them feel safe and wanted. Do it for Pearl.

Monday Mantra

You only grow when you are alone.
Paul Newman

I Didnt Mean To!

I'm sorry Mom!
What happened? What's the big deal?

Millie sucks at grooming. Its not her fault. She was bonded to Haven late in life and is quite clumsy and over zealous about kissing him. He loves it no matter what. She got a bit carried away and licked him raw around the eye. First we tried vasoline, Millie thought that was yummy, then we put on a dab of Haven's prescription Silvadene cream. She found that tasty too. This evening I put butt paste on it. Millie does NOT find that delicious and is leaving it alone for now. "sigh" .....these buns.

Monday Mantra

“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”

Oscar Wilde

Grandma says you have "no patience" Mom.

Okay so I am slightly opinionated, occasionally say what I think, and once in a great while I lose my temper a tad Mojo. Yes, sometimes I say things. I am only trying to be helpful. Often times I bite my tongue, okay not often but sometimes. I was raised not to be impolite to elderly people, not to use cuss words in public or in front of little kids. I always try to stick to that but for the rest of the world??????? Well, as mom's co-worker Sean informed her last night when she just gently suggested that he move his butt because we had over 300 prostates: "you can just SUCK IT".

Here are just some examples of things I thought this week but didnt say out loud:

Sean: You can just suck it Christina!

Me: You have a Master's in Biology and thats all you can think of to say?

Old Man eye-balling two youngs girls

Me: Would you like a free prostate biopsy? We can do it right here without anesthesia.

Co-worker Chris: Why dont you talk to me anymore?

Me: Because you are suckin up oxygen someone else could use Barney.

Guy at 7-eleven that had duck heads on his antenna that had the balls to ask me if I "liked his decorations" (yes, actual heads from ducks he shot)

Me: Your mom and dad must have been first cousins.

(what I actually said to him was I thought it was disgusting and disturbing)

My neighbor looking at Dudley: That rabbit is just about the right size for my crockpot.

Me: So are your testicles.

(I didnt really have to say anything, his wife jumped all over him for saying it.)

The man who wanted to: talk with me about the bible and Jesus

Me: I would rather be struck with flesh eating bacteria. ( for the record, I would have thought the same thing if he wanted to talk about Islam, Judaism, Wicca, Hinduism, Buddhism, Satanism or any of the rest of the ism's.)

Man at dinner buffet who needed his 17th glass of soda refilled: Can get these mexicans to do anything.

Me: Why dont you take your keg of soda and wheel barrow full of ribs and taters and go shout that phrase down in Juarez you sorry sack of goo.

See Mojo, I do have some self-control. Frankly since most people dont seem to give a crap what they say, why should I worry myself about it.

By the way, Sean and I are good friends and never really get mad at each other. You will notice Mojo has a funny looking lip. Its a scar she sports from last summer when she had a completely by accident meeting with Millie. Mojo thinks she is a badass too. Millie proved to her there is always someone more badass so I guess I should watch my mouth.

Nah!