I Love a Parade!

Not too much to report on yesterday's activities. Yesterday was kind of lackluster as far as days go. I postponed moving the tanks until tonight. I was just too worn out, when I got home last night. I managed to sit myself down and get some rest, at least. If all goes well (the weather might not be cooperative), I'll get my tree tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it and dreading it all at the same time. It's always such a chore, but I do enjoy it so much after it's finished. I've got to run down to the store and pick up some extra strings of lights. I always decorate the bushes in the front yard, and the old strings finally gave out.

Tonight, Shelbyville is hosting the annual Christmas Parade. This seems to be the Christmas Parade weekend, here in Middle Tennessee. I think it would be easier to list which town AREN'T having a parade this weekend. Anyway, I'm bopping outta here early today, so I don't get stuck on the far side of town. I also want to be in time to see it as well. Going to the Christmas Parade every year is a tradition that my brother and I always uphold. We start our planning about a week ahead of time. We decide how early we are going to get a good spot, make sure we know which route is being used, what we are going to do while we wait for the parade to start, were we are going to eat afterwards, and whatnot. We usually opt for parking on the public square. The whole thing is decorated in Christmas fashion, and all of the little shops stay open late. They have a little gourmet coffe shop on the square now, so we are going to hang out there and have coffee, while we wait. Last year's parade was pretty good, considering we are such a small little town. I'll try to get lots of pictures and post them on the photoblog next week. I'll also try to find some of years past and post them as well.

I've posted a doggie Christmas poem below. Everyone have a Merry weekend!! Tah!

Please keep all of the shelter animals and workers in your heart this season!

A Rescue Dog's Christmas Poem

'Tis the night before Christmas and all through the town, every shelter is full - we are lost but not found, Our numbers are hung on our kennels so bare, we hope every minute that someone will care, They'll come to adopt us and give us the call, "Come here, Max and Sparkie - come fetch your new ball!! But now we sit here and think of the days.. we were treated so fondly - we had cute, baby ways, Once we were little, then we grew and we grew - now we're no longer young and we're no longer new. So out the back door we were thrown like the trash, they reacted so quickly - why were they so rash? We "jump on the children:, "don't come when they call", we "bark when they leave us", climb over the wall. We should have been neutered, we should have been spayed, now we suffer the consequence of the errors THEY made. If only they'd trained us, if only we knew... we'd have done what they asked us and worshiped them, too. We were left in the backyard, or worse -let to roam- now we're tired and lonely and out of a home. They dropped us off here and they kissed us good-bye... "Maybe someone else will give you a try." So now here we are, all confused and alone... in a shelter with others who long for a home. The kind workers come through with a meal and a pat, with so many to care for, they can't stay to chat, They move to the next kennel, giving each of us cheer... we know that they wonder how long we'll be here. We lay down to sleep and sweet dreams fill our heads.. of a home filled with love and our own cozy beds. Then we wake to see sad eyes, brimming with tears -- our friends filled with emptiness, worry, and fear. If you can't adopt us and there's no room at the Inn -- could you help with the bills and fill our food bin? We count on your kindness each day of the year -- can you give more than hope to everyone here? Please make a donation to pay for the heat... and help get us something special to eat. The shelter that cares for us wants us to live, and more of us will, if more people will give.