I love happy endings and I love animals. Stories about homeless animals that find good homes are, to me, picture perfect moments. It is in that spirit that I regularly write "Happy Tail" stories for the Gastineau Humane Society (GHS). Each story features an animal adopted from there. Both the GHS and the Juneau Empire have generously agreed that this blog is also an appropriate place to further share these stories. Here is the most recent, Maya's story.
“Nothing you have ever witnessed before has prepared you for the sheer stabbing shock,” so declared a poster for Alfred Hitchcock’s iconic movie, “The Birds”. Strong words for cinema that would now seem tame compared to recent fare. And yet, there is something about nature gone awry that still strikes deep.
Some moments in our lives stay with us, reappearing in our consciousness again and again. This entry is about one of those moments in my life from several years ago. While I don’t think about these events often, when I do, they are as vivid as when they happened.
Take a moment and think back to when you were a kid. How much time did you spend out-of-doors? If you were like me, the answer is “a lot!” And, although I grew up in a Colorado suburb, we always had a yard and a neighborhood and, as I got older, various parks and edges around town to explore and spend time in. I still remember reluctantly being called into the house, long after dark, on many hot summer evenings longing to remain outside.