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The Blog Of the "Mother" of Bandit.
Bandit is my Hairless Chinese Crested--he's the "normal" one. I, on the other hand, am unrepentantly "pet-crazy." You know the type--the spinster who lives in the haunted house three blocks over with 72 cats...okay, so I don't have 72 cats, and my house isn't haunted--but my dogs wardrobe is better than mine! Need I say more? :~)
I've never been consistant at journaling, so the timing of my blogs will be sporadic at best. I just hope they are as entertaining to you as they are to me; however, be forewarned: Most of my blogs will be about The BaldOne. In spite of his Don King "do," I think he's just as cute as any of the Brothers B!
Now, if I can just remember not to get him wet--or feed him after midnight...

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My bags are packed and I'm always ready to seek out an adventure with Bandit and Moggy in tow. Bandit is my thirteen year old Chinese Crested, who I frequently call The Bald One or The BaldOne Boy (like he was one of the Baldwin Brothers). Moggy’s full name is Pip-Moggy. He’s my two year old gansta-resuce kitty. I couldn’t decide between Pip (which are the spots on die and domino tiles) and Moggy (or Moggie when I mistakenly thought he was a she), so I combined the two. Moggy refers to the British term for "cat of unknown parentage .” So in essence, I have an almost bald dog, and I’ve named my cat “Spot.”

Fun Stuff (I'm doing now or have done)

  • Artistic Attempts weekly (alternating between Painting With A Twist, That Art Place, and Peniot's Palette).
  • Bunko with the Belton Bunko Babes monthly.
  • Participating in the A to Z Blogging Challenge.
  • Spades and Liverpool Rummy with the Spadetts weekly.
  • The Mighty Texas Dog Walk, Austin (fund raiser for Service Dogs, Inc--they train shelter dogs to be Service Dogs, then give them free of charge to people with disabilities.)

Sunday, May 24, 2020

Poor Little Orphans

While I restaged the back patio, to ensure unobstructed views of the feeders I have scattered throughout the back yard, it began to sprinkle again. This time I thought it might mean business, so I packed up my books, tools, and dead phone (evidentially power pack usage is beyond my comprehension because, although I have fully charged the power pack, I have yet to get it to work).

During my last check of my corner-in-progress,  and the views beyond, I noticed Moggy. He was lying under the neighbors fire pit. You would think he's a poor little unsheltered, unloved orphan boy.

I provide all his needs. I feed him. I give him luxuries like toys, scratching posts, and treats. I take care of his medical check-ups and emergencies. I right his messes and clean his soiled litter box. I pet him when he allows, or demands (depending on his mood). I provide him with safe, dog-free/cat-friendly, zones during the days he decides to stay home with The Girls. I tell him I love him every day, and I adopted him into The Zoo er....Family.

How so much like Moggy we can be.

God loves us, provides for us, spoils us, allows us free will, protects us, and offers us adoption into His Family.

Yet even after accepting His free gift of salvation, we sometimes return to shelter in the dirt and ashes rather than bask in the fullness of His grace and love.

In so doing we act like like poor little orphans accepting, and settling for, less than His best.
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