Posted by Metro kat on Wednesday, December 16, 2009,
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Events
The Hungry Bowl Pet Food Drive has collected so much food for pets in need in such a short time starting December 1 that we've decided to extend the collection through December 25.
Our partner Marge from Luv All Creatures has been bagging it up and counting the totals which change with each passing day - to date the community has donated nearly 1400 pounds of cat and dog food.
Thanks to all who so generously donated and to the special people and businesses who are giving their time not to me...
Posted by Metro k on Tuesday, November 10, 2009,
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Taxi dog tales
One hundred and fifty people showed up for a home cooked meal and it rained, lightly at first and then harder as twilight became dark.
They were lined up even before the arrival of the vans bringing the food, patiently waiting while a score of volunteers set out the serving line and enough warm food to feed a small army...and it rained
We brought forty meals Monday, one cup servings each in paper lunch bags: twenty cat meals and twenty dog meals. One of the volunteerrs agreed to set up at the e...
Posted by Taxi dog on Thursday, October 22, 2009,
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Human-animal bond
Homelessness hurts more than just people and families, it hurts their pets and it hurts society. Homelessness is the obscenity of our time and our shame if we do nothing.
Because most shelters today do not allow pets many homeless elect to remain homeless rather than abandon their companions.
One estimate puts the number of homeless in America at 3.5 million; no one knows how many pets live with their owners on the street but in 2007 nearly 40% of all U.S. households owned at least on...
Posted by Taxi dog on Thursday, September 10, 2009,
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Taxi dog tales
"Life... is a series of dogs," George Carlin’s hippy-dippy take on the measure of existence never failed to bring a smile to my day; I would think back on all the dogs in my own life and realize Carlin was correct: from Buttons (my dad’s Boston Terrier) to Blondie and Iodine, Sybil – given to me as a Christmas present by Melody in college and whom later learned to call my mother ‘mom’ - Sybil, not Melody - and that dog I found in the gutter on a snowy Saturday morning outside a panc...