One day, a pig stuck its face in a bag of hydrated lime. When it stuck its head out of the bag, it looked like a small snowman. The pig went to the nearest puddle of mud and got clean in its own way. The pig then went back to its owner.
Through the night, the mud brought forth dozens and dozens of white roses. There were so many it would be hard to count them all.
The owner passed by the puddle of mud and was amazed to see how many white roses formed overnight. In a loud voice he shouted, “I need to get more pigs.”
A year later, the entire home of the owner was covered in white roses. Sometimes, the silliest things can make beauty come to life.
I have decided to set up my own Staffordshire Bull Terrier rescue. I am in no doubt that it will take an awful lot of hard work, dedication and commitment but I am adamant that it will be worth all of my efforts.
I have been a Staffordshire Bull Terrier lover for as long as I can remember and although I love all breeds of dog, the Staffie, as it is commonly known, is by far my favourite. They are very courageous, loyal and loving dogs that despite once being bred for fighting can live in harmony with other dogs given the right upbringing and socialising.
My dream to set up a breed specific rescue has always been there but now that the numbers of abandoned and neglected Staffordshire Bull Terriers is way out of control and help is needed now more than ever before I feel that it is the right time to do something to help with the problem.
I can’t think of anything more annoying than people who move things in a shared office. The scissors keep vanishing and today it was the NCR books – a whole stack of them! Everything has a place so that everyone who may need it can find it. I don’t understand why people don’t put things back after they use them. Just put things back where they go, that’s all I want.
I can’t even fathom a reason why someone would take four stupid transfer pads. Sure, maybe one of them. Why would someone need all four? They wouldn’t.
I’m starting to think one of my co-workers is doing this just to bother me. Ever since I said something about the scissors, my stapler has vanished and then reappeared, my pens, shared highlighters, you name it. I don’t want to seem paranoid or go “Office Space” on anyone, but come on!
I’ve never been a fan of sending out Harrogate flowers whenever I mess up in a relationship. It just seems like an easy out. I mean, it really doesn’t take all that much thought. Whenever you hear of a guy getting in trouble they always send this out, just because they are suppose to. However, I like to take a different path. I just like to send these to my special someone when they least expect it. This way, it just comes to their doorstep or their place of work and it is a complete and total surprise. After all, it is all about surprises and I want to always let them know how much a care and feel for them, and this shouldn’t just be when I’m in trouble, but throughout the entire course of the year. This is why I always try to send something special every now and then.
I love my father although, he can be very stubborn. He doesn’t like, to be told, he is having auditory problems. My children have to yell, to talk, to him. He thinks, only old people have these type of problems. My father doesn’t like that he is getting old. He is sixty-three. He has a lot of trouble understanding people, when they talk. They don’t just have to raise their voices. People have to screams for him understand them.
My father is a photographer. One of his clients, told him, he should get an auditory test done. Something, my whole family, has been trying to get him to do for years, now. Of course, he listened to the stranger’s advise. He did finally get an auditory test done. He loves his hearing aids.
My husband and I are very into being active. We are always trying new things, whether it is sky diving, mountain climbing, bungee jumping, or white water rafting. It is how we met, and it is how we stay young. For our seventh wedding anniversary, we wanted to try something that we had not tried before.
He saw an advertisement for a series of circus workshops being offered by a local gymnasium, and signed us up to take an 8 week course. It was fantastic! We had the chance to try several different things, including walking on the tight rope (I was terrible at this), and learning some basic moves on the trapeze. My husband and I really had a chance to connect, we gained some new skills, and we have a good story to tell over dinner.