Thngs

There`s so much going on in the world these days, important things, that sometimes its hard to concentrate on the job at hand.
Another Canadian killed in a war Canada didnt start. It frightens me. My granddaughters fiance is over there and he tells her that he`s there to keep the peace. She knows better . So do I.
Canada has become much more than peacekeepers in this world of insanity. I pray he comes home in one piece as I look forward to the wedding next year at this time.
People shooting people . We have plenty of that here at home. Where the hell did all these horrible people come from. I see that T.O. has another new gang. And the Mayor wants to be King
PETA has settled with KFC so the chickens wont suffer during their journey to the bucket. But they killed almost every animal they supposedly rescued last year.
CBC wants to stop using the Hockey Night In Canada theme song. But thats the only time anyone tunes in to CBC because most of the other programs suck.
Everyone has their own agenda I guess. Me, included.
The dogs are wandering around my chair ,pushing and shoving each other as usual and slobbering on me on their way by.
I like my life. I live alone with my furkids and a few retired racing huskys that belong to friends who could`nt take the dogs with them when they ended their marriage.
I live like a hermit. No one comes out here except my Brother in law when I need something fixed. Its quiet and peaceful out here.
I dont have to wear a bra or make up to please anyone.
There are no bombs out here or gangs. The occasional mailbox gets dinged by a beer bottle and I scrape the squirrels off the road that get flattened by the huge trucks that drive too fast on their way to where ever.
I don`t have to worry if the knick knacks are all dusted or if theres spots on my glasses.
No one comes here. People think I`m insane because I live alone with my animals and am happy.
I`m poor as a church mouse but for the most part , I`m very happy. I think because I don`t have much to loose, I don`t worry about material junk.
I do worry about the animals and their health and safety. I worry about the animals that are out there unwanted and hungry. I worry that I won`t be able to help them . I worry that no one is listening to me when I ask for help for those animals.
And then , when I lay down at night, and I count heads, I feel blessed . I have very little room anymore. Jack and Tobey,my shepherds, have always started off the night on the bed in their own spots until they get too hot and get down. When Tina came, she was so frightened , I let her have the other pillow so she could cuddle if she needed to. Then theres little Dennis , who`s supposed to be my moms dog but is here most of the time, squashed against my right leg. Bob , my orange , toothless cat sleeps on my chest or head which ever he chooses. Jessica , my little tabby girl climbs up to touching distance with Bob. Now added to the mass, is a wee poodle boy who was so nasty when he got here, I thought he`d never get over his fear. He sticks himself into any space available as long as its close to my neck.
I have no more room but I know that all these kids are safe . So I stop worrying for another day.
I`ll do what I can for the others in the morning. And I pray for the rest of the world thats so full of hate and turmoil.
Rest ,Peace
later