Boo's Story

I have had the pleasure of meeting Boo before, and today you could see he remembered me. My first encounter with Boo was a question about the way he walks.

You see, Boo is an adorable Pekingese dog. One that did not have a happy start to life. One thing I can say about Boo now is he knows what it is to be loved. He spent the first part of his life kept in a closet. Never doing anything but laying down. His owner didn't care for him, or love him, her main worry was getting her next fix.

Boo was RESCUED!

Because this dog spent the first part of his life laying down his back legs never extended. Thus he walks with a noticeable limp. You see it and your heart breaks for him, but he knows what love is. His owner has a stroller for him to ride in when the pain in his legs is to great. He gets nightly massages to help him with his problems with his back legs being shorter.

Outside of that he fits the bill of a feisty loved Pekingese. He is very very skeptical of me, in part I believe because of my cameras. The first time he saw me he growled at me, and I just sat there and talked to him. Today he recognized me, and of course he continued to talk to me. He has very very expressive eyes, and a beautiful coat of fur.

Today I was happy that he got closer to me than before, giving me a sniff. Maybe someday he will trust me enough to let me pet him, but its at his own pace if and when that ever happens.

His owner said that he often got called spoiled, and I have to say right now that I would never call this dog spoiled. After the rough start he had in life and the problems he's endured, it takes a special person to take dogs like this into their home, and this was not her first rescue dog, she told me tales of other dogs she rescued and gave a good home to, and love them. Let them know what love is. After all you can see this dog loves her to pieces and with good reason, she helped to rescue him from a situation that was less than desirable (to put it mildly). And you know he knows that he is loved......

What touches me the most is that Boo now knows what it is to be loved.

It pains me to know his past,
but.....

with that being said, it gives me great joy and happiness to know that this little dog has been taken in from a situation that no animal should suffer through, and knows that people love him, and care for him. And it shows on his face when he 'talks' to me.



Until next time
Mooch

Respecting the greatness of the Ocean

Respect it.
Simple as that.

Yesterday I had the chance to travel down to the Delaware Beaches. After all, Earl was a non event, and the storm surges were anticipated to be 6-15 feet. I did see some of the 12 foot waves, a little more north of where I was there were waves that were 12 to 20 feet in height.

Again the ocean and its power is just awesome.

Its untamed beauty, its powerful, and its something that needs to be respected. As the afternoon wore on, the tide went out, the sun came out, the waves were still relentless, some of them smaller, I'd say 5-10 foot swells, a few bigger, but you could see where rip currents were forming in the water. Because of the danger of rip currents, most people that were swimming, and body surfing came out of the water at this time. The beach that I was on was unguarded, so it was a swim at your own risk type thing. But still it was a sight to see.

All up and down the east coast, traffic was hampered from cancellation of trains to suspension of the ferry at Cape May. Again, it goes back to that one word. Respect. Lives could not be put at risk to get people from one point to another in possible 10 to 20 foot storm surges. I'm sure people would rather have the inconvenience of not using a ferry and having their life spared. I know I would.

When I arrived at the beach it was very very gray. Just a month ago, when I traveled to Ocean City in N.J, the water had a very very sparkly blue color to it, very much different than the contrast of gray that I had. About 4pm the clouds and the rain started to break up, the remnants of Earl were leaving, the storm surges were calming, and would continue to calm through the night.

Leaving the rest of the weekend with great anticipated weather for one last trip to the beach for a fitting summer farewell.

Me?
Well all I can hope for is another hurricane, or Nor' Easter to make landfall, and if I can, I'll be heading back to my favorite spots on the beach, and paying another 8.00 to park my car, but its something I don't mind doing as much as other things. Its a long drive for just a few hours at the beach, but to me its so worth it.

I found that even in the rain, not heavy rain sprinkles and showers, that it was so very very relaxing. Because of the high tide, I was unable to collect many shells or photograph much of anything washed up by the sea but just to sit there on the sand, and have the warm water, yes warm, wash over your feet was a nice break from life. Even as gray as the skies and water was to start with, its still a very very majestic, and awesome site to behold.

Until Next time
Mooch