One can learn to let things go even if it takes forever to learn this - personalities are developed and many times it is hard to change ones motives especially if one has a big heart - thoughts are that ‘they’ can change situations but, that isn’t always true - one must learn one step at a time will bring closure to the situation at hand - sometimes issues can’t or are not meant to change and this is what one has to learn to accept...Established 2009
Charlie (on right) doesn't have a title like most the other featured pets here on Expressions! He is just plain ole Charlie, but he's the 'King' of the Starr household.
Basset Hounds Charlie and Mr. Gino are best bud's and they do everything together. What a pair, what star's they are as God has given them golden halo's with His loving blessing. Those of us who own animals are truly blessed to share love with them. I can't imagine a day without our wonderful pets. Thank you Zac and Alyssa...
"Where's the Beef? Hey, I know it's around here somewhere, cause I can smell it on those dishes! Ok, then maybe I'll go take a little nap until you plate me up...my eyes are getting a bit heavy."
This wonderful picture was sent to me by my fabulous nephew and wife Zac and Alyssa Starr who lives in NV. How could one not want to spoil this little Basset Hound pup with those sorrowful eyes? "Hey Mr. Gino, you just say the 'woof' and Aunt Rhoda will hand feed you little tidbits any time you want them little buddy, cause me's loves you!" Thank you Zac and Alyssa...
This fabulous little 10 month old is ready to leap into my arms and come visit her Feline Buddies here on LI. What a cutie this little baby is and look at that smile on her face!
Miss Maggie's picture was sent to me from a long time email buddy Barbara Dys who lives in NV. I am soooo happy Barbara sent me a picture of her new pup. Miss Maggie seems to fit right into my idea what a puppy should be, as she flys high with excitement. She has a little friend in the background, I will have to find out who that is! Thank you Barbara...
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At the young age of twelve I rode the barbed wire fences with my cowboy father, who taught me to wear leather chaps for I was his little girl, a cowboy's daughter.
During a scorching summer’s drought or during a rainy season the fences needed repair, for the cattle would see their escape and run through the opened fence without despair.
The ranch was hot and dry with lingering danger around the front porch as rattlers would hide, our faithful cattle dog Judy would bark seeking them out keeping us safe from their striking side.
Our horses Blue and Boy excitedly jumped and whinnied as they saw the ole pickup arrive, knowing we would give them alfalfa and oats, my Father loved his mounts with a cowboy’s pride.
I shot a 30-30 rifle with precision taught from a man who made his own bullets, collecting guns for many years, I was taught to walk beside him wearing my cowboy hat as long as my hair was tucked behind my girlish ears.
He shot year round to feed his family fresh meat and stopped at the grape and melon fields giving us such joy, He was a frontiersman born in a century of modern times but his mindset was that of a rugged bronco busting cowboy.
Then I grew up having a family of my own with no cattle ranch or guns to shoot nor horses for me to ride, my life took another turn away from the ranch that I loved and now have only a memory I carry with a cowgirl's pride.
* Author's Note:
My father Robert E. Galgiani was born in Stockton, CA 1911 and died in 1990 was an original western cowboy. He taught me the love of ranching and the love of animals. I rode, learned to herd cattle and stood by watching until the branding was done. I watched with excitement during spring roundups as the cattle were corralled and divided up to be given back to the original owners. What an experience, childhood memories that will last forever!
The thought of thirteen comes painfully, as if a stab in the heart from a memory of an unfair justice, a choice not made of me; a decision coming from a greater power, an event that is not of my will
Yesterday is so vivid, painfully real a reality that I never want to endure again; before my eyes close for the final journey when I seek the peace and love from my God, as he promised me from the beginning
A single tear comes to my eye as I remember you and then I weep for you are no more, you I cannot touch; you I cannot see or feel, for you were taken away for a purpose
The memory of you is vivid as I envision the gentleness in your eyes, the sweetness of your smile, remembering the softness of your voice as you whispered, “I love you, Mom”
I cry tears of a Mother’s emptiness, for my Sunshine was taken that day you saw the bright light leading you to wherever we take our journey, wherever is His will, whatever is His plan…
knowing we shall embrace again
Honorable Mention Dust Box of Memories Poetry Contest September 20, 2009 PoetrySoup.com
In Memory ~ My Beloved Son John Thomas Orokos January 5, 1962 – August 12, 1996
I came to my new Mom with Asthma having an attack when I was five weeks old. Most others would have put me down, but my Mom says...'I am worth every penny she spends on my medicine.' I can't even be spayed...what a bummer! Yikesssssssss
I am 3 weeks old in this picture. Considering I have never seen a camera before, I think I am doing very well. My Mom loves this first picture of me...She calls me "ET Eyes". July 2008
Mr. Max takes it all in for he's the only male in the bunch, half the time he just takes a snooze as long as the girls call him for lunch. He is now thirteen and could care less about the new
kitten in our house, he dreams and chases pretty butterflies and runs after that crazy old mouse. But, one thing he didn’t count on was the little one falling in love with him, she purrs as she rubs against his cheek giving him a loving kiss every now and then. He just looks bored and gives her a swipe for now he's a tired old man. Not caring what he thinks, she gives a playful nudge doing everything she can...