Month: April 2014

First they called me Jesus, then Charlie. I think they should have called me Yoda.

Hope everybody had as nice a day as I did. G-free treats from the bunny!

I wore this once, but never again.

The tripawd world has lost one of its biggest cheerleaders with Happy Hannah’s crossing over the rainbow bridge. She was so supportive, such a friend to so many she would never meet. I hope she’s tearing it up on the other side and eating herself silly. May her dinner bowl always be full. My heart aches.

True story: Someone was watching “100,000” today, a gut-wrenching film about the satos (street dogs) of Puerto Rico. I didn’t pay any attention, even though it was filled with barking dogs and in Spanish, my native tongue. Then I heard a voice that made me sit up and bark and bark and bark. It was Gloria Marti, the president of Save A Sato, the group that saved me from the streets and had my leg amputated. I haven’t heard her voice since I left San Juan about seven years ago. Like elephants, those who have kindness extended never forget. Consider that when you have the chance to help someone out, whether they are two-, three-, or four-legged.