Here is a picture of me with the ugly sling. I wear the brace like a good girl, but hate the sling. It sure does help though. Typing takes so long without my right hand
Month: May 2008
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uhhhh....not fun
I hyperextend my right (dominate/most used) elbow. Right now my right arm
is in a brace and a sling. I am in painNot sure how long I will use the sling as I hate it. The elbow brace I
will use for over a monthI am having to learn to use my left hand to do everything. Typing is a lot
slowerHoping the pain eases quickly.Prayers are greatly appreciated.Thank you
Post telling our ages coming up later, so if you still haven't guessed, get you guesses in -
husband
Ok...People have already thought I am robbing the cradle.....or that he is my son LOL. (Hasn't happened real recent. It normally happened before the facial hair. but still people don't place him has my husband normally. They think cousin or something lol)Now that you have guessed my age (please go guess if you haven't) and before I tell you how old I am....guess how old my husband is
Here fresh from the camera. Just taken tonight. Pictures to help you guess.
Tomorrow or Monday I will tell you how old we are
SO join in the fun and guess for both. I am really enjoying reading the guesses
This is fun.
So How old is he?
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how old
Recently someone a few people were really shocked when they found out my age. I would love to hear how old you think I am. How old do you think I look?
Don't worry. Be honest. I wont be offendedI think it is really neat to hear stuff like this. So please tell me. How old do you think I am?
(I will tell you how old I really am later and then you can find out how close you really are)So tell me...How old am I?
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Puppies
Many people visit Lancaster County because
they are lured by the appeal of the country of the past. Perhaps they
are looking for a slower more peaceful pace. At Zoning Hearings Amish Farmers have
stated that they have to raise dogs because they can't earn enough from
farming the land to support their families.You can see scenes like these all over
Lancaster County. Horses pulling heavy wagons in 100
degree temperatures, horses pulling buggies in heavy traffic, horses
being whipped for not doing what they were told to do and thousands of
horses being dumped at the New Holland Horse Auction to be sold for
slaughter. These people have said time and time again that it's cheaper to
use up a horse, dump it and buy a fresh one than it is to take proper
care of the horse to begin with. The Pennsylvania Legislature and the
Pennsylvania Department of Agriculture have exempted farm animals from
the cruelty statutes.Drive down any country road in Lancaster
County and you will see signs like these often. Dogs are viewed as a
cash crop. Ads in the news papers often state cash only. Amish and
Mennonite farmers have publically stated that dogs are livestock and
there is no difference between a dog and a cow.Lancaster County Pennsylvania has been called the Puppymill Capital of the East Coast
Pennsylvania - the Commonwealth of Cruelty. You've Got a Friend in Pennsylvania - Unless of course you are an animal.
The dogs are kept in small wire cages
for their entire lives. They are almost never allowed out. They never
touch solid ground or grass to run and play.Female dogs are usually bred the first
time they come into heat and are bred every heat cycle. They are bred
until their poor worn out bodies can't reproduce any longer and then
they are killed. Often they are killed by being bashed in the head with
a rock or shot. Sometimes they are sold to laboratories or dumped. This
is often by the time they reach five years old.Dogs in puppymills are debarked often by ramming a steel rod down their throats to reputure their vocal cords.
Puppies are often taken from their
mother when they are 5 to 8 weeks old and sold to brokers who pack them
in crates for resale to pet stores all over the country."Aaron H. Zimmerman said it was unusual that his dogs were drinking
slimy green water in leaky cages stained with feces. 'You ought to come
visit when I have everything cleaned up.' His kennel sits behind the
horse-drawn buggy in the driveway, between the barn and the house. It
comprised fewer than a dozen wire bottom cages in poor repair. Several
inches of waste had collected under the cages. Feces hung from most
cages' wire bottoms. Much of the concrete was stained." Philadelphia
InquirerThe Amish say they raise dogs much as they would any other
livestock, restricting the dogs to small cages and killing parents when
they are no longer productive." New York Times"...Amos J. Stoltzfus wants to run a kennel with no more than 40
breeding dogs, an up to 80 dogs, including puppies, at any one time. He
has no plans for an area to house the dogs, but currently has a 12 x 40
foot area of open pasture enclosed by an electric fence where he keeps
the dogs. Shelter for the dogs is provided in a calf shed and behind a
carriage. There was fire in an equipment shed at the Stoltzfus' farm in
April. He housed nine cocker spaniels and a boxer in the shed and all
died in the fire. Such disregard for life mocks decency." Dog and
Kennel MagazineLancaster County has the highest concentration of puppy mills in the
United States. Do a google on the Amish and
puppy mills. Look at the pictures and read the newspaper articles that
come up. Nothing has changed despite attempts by Harrisburg to push
through laws.Amish country is synonymous with puppy mills,
and Lancaster County is the capital of Pennsylvania puppy
mills, with more than 200 kennelsVirtually all
puppies at pet stores are from a puppy mill.If only things could have been different
I don't remember much from the place I was born. It was cramped and
dark, and we were never played with by the humans. I remember Mom and
her soft fur, but she was often sick, and very thin. She had hardly any
milk for me and my brothers and sisters. I remember many of them dying,
and I missed them so. I do remember the day I was taken from Mom. I was
so sad and scared, my milk teeth had only just come in, and I really
should have been with Mom still, but she was so sick, and the Humans
kept saying that they wanted money and were sick of the "mess" that me
and my sister made. So we were crated up and taken to a strange place.
Just the two of us. We huddled together and were scared, still no human
hands came to pet or love us.So many sights and sounds, and smells! We are in a store where there
are many different animals! Some that squawk! some that meow! Some that
Peep! My sister and I are jammed into a small cage, I hear other
puppies here. I see humans look at me, I like the 'little humans', the
kids. they look so sweet, and fun, like they would play with me!All day we stay in the small cage, sometimes mean people will hit the
glass and frighten us, every once in a while we are taken out to be
held or shown to humans. Some are gentle, some hurt us, we always hear
"Aw they are So cute! I want one!" but we never get to go with any.My sister died last night, when the store was dark. I lay my head on
her soft fur and felt the life leave her small thin body. I had heard
them say she was sick, and that I should be sold at a "discount price"
so that I would quickly leave the store. I think my soft whine was the
only one that mourned for her as her body was taken out of the cage in
the morning and dumped.Today, a family came and bought me! Oh happy day! They are a nice
family, they really, really wanted me! They had bought a dish and food
and the little girl held me so tenderly in her arms. I love her so
much! The mom and dad say what a sweet and good puppy I am! I am named
Angel. I love to lick my new humans!The family takes such good care of me, they are loving and tender and
sweet. They gently teach me right and wrong, give me good food, and
lots of love! I want only to please these wonderful people! I love the
little girl and I enjoy running and playing with her.
Today I went to the veterinarian. it was a strange place and I was
frightened. I got some shots, but my best friend the little girl held
me softly and said it would be OK. So I relaxed. The Vet must have said
sad words to my beloved family, because they looked awfully sad. I
heard Severe hip dysplasia, and something about my heart... I heard the
vet say something about, back yard breeders and my parents not being
tested. I know not what any of that means, just that it hurts me to see
my family so sad. But they still love me, and I still love them very
much!I am 6 months old now. Where most other puppies are robust and rowdy,
it hurts me terribly just to move. The pain never lets up. It hurts to
run and play with my beloved little girl, and I find it hard to breath.
I keep trying my best to be the strong pup I know I am supposed to be,
but it is so hard. It breaks my heart to see the little girl so sad,
and to hear the Mom and Dad talk about "it might now be the time".
Several times I have went to that veterinarians place, and the news is
never good. Always talk about Congenital Problems. I just want to feel
the warm sunshine and run, and play and nuzzle with my family.Last night was the worst, Pain has been my constant companion now, it
hurts even to get up and get a drink. I try to get up but can only
whine in pain. I am taken in the car one last time. Everyone is so sad,
and I don't know why. Have I been bad? I try to be good and loving,
what have I done wrong? Oh if only this pain would be gone! If only I
could soothe the tears of the little girl. I reach out my muzzle to
lick her hand, but can only whine in pain.The veterinarians table is so cold. I am so frightened. The humans all
hug and love me, they cry into my soft fur. I can feel their love and
sadness. I manage to lick softly their hands. Even the vet doesn't seem
so scary today, he is gentle and I sense some kind of relief for my
pain. The little girl holds me softly and I thank her, for giving me
all her love. I feel a soft pinch in my foreleg. The pain is beginning
to lift, I am beginning to feel a peace descend upon me. I can now
softly lick her hand. My vision is becoming dreamlike now, and I see my
Mother and my brothers and sisters, in a far off green place. They tell
me there is no pain there, only peace and happiness. I tell the family,
good-bye in the only way I know how, a soft wag of my tail and a nuzzle
of my nose. I had hoped to spend many, many moons with them, but it was
not meant to be. "You see," said the veterinarian, "Pet shop puppies do
not come from ethical breeders."The pain ends now, and I know it will be many years until I see my
beloved family again. If only things could have been different.
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