news reporting is never the objective of a news organization, and a lot of these hyperbole stories are nothing more than a machine seeking to exploit the many misinformed people out there. By the way, it is one of the reasons why I always make it a point to use only real names in my stories – people know who I am, so you don’t get the con artist trying to take advantage of your story. For instance, I was the one to first report about the dam breach at Oroville and there was a flood at Folsom. Both false stories.
When there is a storm or a fire or a family crisis, the news media goes overboard with sensationalism. These stories are even worse when a cat is involved. Poor Ken and me, we didn’t mean to be creatures of such melodrama. (At least, we were spared the circus-like antics that went on when a whole bunch of celebrity cats died. It got to be a regular event.)
In this video (shortened), you can see our paths crossed in the stories that were featured on Dogster during our final days of life. So many amazing people sent us love over the past three years, that it will take me a while to catch up with all of you. I will do my best to remember, and write a post about the community that I have come to love over the past few years.
There is no greater honor than to be chosen by a publisher to take over a beloved pet-based blog. Over the past three years, we have fallen in love with all the posts that were written, the laughter shared, the photos shared, the lovely words that were sent to us. Blogger gave us the opportunity to share our experiences with the world and it was one of the best things that ever happened to us.
Porras and I are very different people, but we share a commonality in that we feel we are guardian angels to the animals in our lives. We can’t really explain it, but I like to think we have a knack for it, and we certainly act that way.
One of the greatest examples of a guardian angel is a dog named Keeley. We got her when she was just a puppy and it took a while for us to realize that she would never grow up. She was an ever present pup and in her early years she would probably eat a half dozen or so small rats in a single night. We also learned that if you took a bucket and dumped its contents onto the floor, Keeley would dance around the room like a human being for hours.
Keeley loves to have her belly scratched, and to roll over in her sleep. She also loves to eat. Her favorite dinner is a small piece of chicken and a few pieces of lettuce – that’s it.