What’s Left?

Jul 7th, 2011 | By admin | Category: Opinion

By Lee McLane Editor/Publisher and Simba the late Squeaks adoptive baby.

By Lee McLane Editor/Publisher and Simba the late Squeaks adoptive baby.

I hope you had a great 4th of July holiday!  I had a great time at the city’s event. The singing group - the Kimberlie Helton Band was very good - and all the food that was available for free from the various churches and civic groups was great! The fireworks were the best yet and, seriously, they were as good if not better than what you see in Little Rock on the 4th of July!  It was really fun and we should all take the time to thank the mayor, council, firemen, police, churches, civic groups and all the volunteers that made that event possible. It was a great thing to have in our hometown! Thanks to all involved for a fun 4th of July!!!!!
I’ve been trying to get one of my dogs used to swimming in the swimming pool at home this summer. Right now, I’m still having to drag him in and he can swim very well (dog paddle) to the steps but he is still somewhat afraid of the water. I want to get him where he will jump in when I’m in the pool and then know where to swim to (the steps) to get out. He’s not quite big enough to be able to pull himself out from any place on the sides but has no trouble climbing out at the steps. Once he is out, he’s all happy that he did it and he’s running around like he’s real proud of his accomplishment - plus I’m telling him what a good water dog he is. But, he still can’t overcome his fear of the water to get in without me pulling him in. I’m glad he’s not one of those dogs that automatically jumps in - so that you have to deal with doggy hair in the pool. So, we’ll just see. So far this summer, I’ve had about 4 of my cats in the pool. Now, they will never get in by themselves, but once in, these 4 actually enjoy swimming and getting wet. They don’t swim very long and don’t lounge around on the pool mattress - but they do like it. One of my cats, Simba, will usually come to me when I ask him if he wants to go swimming. Of course, I have to say it in a specific way so that he knows that is what I’m saying - or at least I think that is why he seems to know what I’m saying. Anyway, he is so heavy and has such thick fur, he can’t seem to keep his mouth out of the water so I have to put my hand just under his chin to keep him from getting water in his mouth and nose. Once he gets out of the water, you can see that he is so proud of himself, like “See what I can do?” It’s funny. As I’ve said before, in many aspects, my life is much like a cartoon - which isn’t that bad.
Go to your happy place!
See you next week!