Luv Lethal Whites - A site dedicated to my "lethal white", all dogs - and the dog-lover in all of us
I rescued two Australian Shepherds from a shelter, who are mother/son duo. The son is a “lethal white.” He was born completely deaf, and is blind in his left eye (but don't tell him - he doesn't know this). The term "lethal white" came about because when breeders would discover one or more of the litter mates was deaf and/or blind, they would cull them.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Cheyenne
'Watch out! You nearly broadsided that car!' My father yelled at me. 'Can't you do anything right?' Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle.
'I saw the car, Dad.. Please don't yell at me when I'm driving.' My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt.
Dad glared at me, then, turned away and settled back. At home, I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts. Dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil.
What could I do about him?
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Ruby Beach, Washington State Pacific Coast, Olympic Pennisula
It was on this very same beach I stood 22 years ago. Just graduated from Purdue University, and this was my first trip west of the Mississippi River. I had seen more beauty than I had ever seen before during my cross-country drive. I was young and had my whole life ahead of me.
It was on July 17, 2010, that I returned to stand in this very same spot. And cried. It was not tears of sorrow, but tears of joy. Since the first time I stood here, 22 years ago, my life crashed just as the waves were doing on the rocks and shore. I had been places I do not wish on my worst enemy. I have met people that most have only dreamed about in their worst nightmares. My life had done a complete 180 since the first time I stood on this beach.
It was then that I realized that the world really had not changed... the rocks, the beach, the surf... they were all the same. It was I that truly had changed. The places I had been, the people I had met... they were not a curse. They were a blessing. They helped me open my eyes and truly see what the world has to offer.
Then my tears of joy became tears of sorrow. I realized then that so many other people in this world would never be blessed as I have been. I have no regrets... I only have gratitude.
It was on July 17, 2010, that I returned to stand in this very same spot. And cried. It was not tears of sorrow, but tears of joy. Since the first time I stood here, 22 years ago, my life crashed just as the waves were doing on the rocks and shore. I had been places I do not wish on my worst enemy. I have met people that most have only dreamed about in their worst nightmares. My life had done a complete 180 since the first time I stood on this beach.
It was then that I realized that the world really had not changed... the rocks, the beach, the surf... they were all the same. It was I that truly had changed. The places I had been, the people I had met... they were not a curse. They were a blessing. They helped me open my eyes and truly see what the world has to offer.
Then my tears of joy became tears of sorrow. I realized then that so many other people in this world would never be blessed as I have been. I have no regrets... I only have gratitude.
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