Monday, June 29, 2015

My Sunday Outing

My, Sweet William The Scot's, official Dog Day of Summer 
June 28, 2015 Spring Grove Cemetery & Arboretum photo.
Lee had it made into a key chain.
I’m smiling because I went to the WWF Smackdown no I mean the  WDF - Wild Dog Fight smackdown and did not get hurt.  Oh happy day. 
This was the first time ever that two peeps came who could not control their dogs.  
A giant Husky walked passed me and gave a low guttural growl the woman had it on a long leash.  Lee and I moved back under a shade tree.
Then the Husky and a big black dog who had been rescued  just two months prior went up on their hind legs and the worst fight we had ever seen occurred.  These dogs were just walking toward each other.
 Two men jumped in and tried to stop the dog fight.  The men were pulling the dogs hind legs trying to bring them down and hitting them on the head trying to get them to release each other. The men were pulled to the ground by the dogs. It was a long battle with more humans joining in.  One man was hurt badly and had to be taken away in an ambulance.  He suffered a bite and torn skin to his face, jaw and his arm below the elbow and a bite to the leg.  He could not even sit up for the longest time.  Police and the SPCA were called.
The moment it started I jumped for Lee's chest and she caught me in her arms.
Truly these dogs had no business being at this wonderful event.
And after what I witnessed, the way they just went at each other both being such alpha in passing,  I feel sadly there is no hope for these dogs and perhaps they should be euthanized before more people or dogs are hurt.  Sadly the more blood these dogs smelled the more they fought.

Lee does not know if any of our pictures are decent enough to put up for we were using Janet's camera.  But you can see just a snippet of me at the television site above. The video is just 23 seconds.  Lee is the blonde taking my picture.  Janet took me on the Dogwood Walk while Lee tried to take pictures.  

Thanks for being a  friend
Traveling down the road and back again
Your heart is true and your a friend of  mine
Signing Off 
Sweet William The  Scot 

Monday, June 22, 2015

Whitley Gave Me A Hickey & Will's Update

NO that is an inexactitude.
 I just teasing with you!  Whitley told me I could take the cookie.  Whitley it don't taste like a cookie to me!  Whitley gave me The Liebster Award.
So I got to thank her.  Thank You Muchly Whitley.

Rules, she say I have to follow the rules JEEZ!  Who is she kidding, why everybody know this scot and rules just go out the window unless they are the rules Lee has set for me.  Why it is always Wills do this, Wills do that, Wills stop, Wills come on, not now Wills, Wills leave the bathroom door shut!
Okie Dokie I will answer a few questions because Whitely asked nicely.
1. What are your favoritest treat?
 Decorated cake slices from Servatii's Bakery.  Oh I will sing and do a dance for a little cake in my bowl. 

 2. What are your favoritest toy?
Toy well I love Kong Toys and I don't destroy my toys, why I make them last and last.

 3.  Has ya ever killed anything?
I have deaded a mole and bitten a tail off of a squirrel.  Yep I still see him and I call him Stubby.  He stays out of my fenced in yard.

 4.  How barky is ya?  Quiet, medium, loud, or Whitley-level?
Barky only if I have something to bark about, other dogs on my property mostly.  Not at people or kids.

 5.  Do ya get scared of storms or does ya ignore em?
You kidding storms, fireworks nothing bothers me.  Well a meteor did pass over while I was going potty and light up the night sky and made a sonic boom.  I was shooting poopers and wizzing as I ran for the door, so I guess you could say that scared me shitless.

 6.  What are your favorite nap spot?
Why under the big bed of course.

 7.  Do ya like summer better or winter?
Makes no difference just as long as it is not raining or snowing.

 8.  Who are your favorite peep?
Only have one, sometimes she is my favorite other times I ignore her.

 9.  What are da furthest from home ya has ever been?
Lee does not travel anymore so I am her scot that never got to go nowhere.  WHAT! Why that sucks.

 10.  Do ya like baffs?
Yes I do.  Got one yesterday.

 11.  Do ya ever watch TV?
Depends on what's on the boob tube.  I prefer to read a good book with my reader students, like Pip's book. 
Okie Dokie my interrogation is over am I released on bond yet?

Now I am suppose to pass it along.  So I pick Military Wife & Pug Life because they are new to my blog and I want to know more about their lives.  They can answer the same questions I was asked. Oh and if they follow the rules they don't have to thank me, just don't hate me.  An take the Liebster cookie on the side of my blog.

Now I want to tell you about my reader student who hurt me.  Well the little boy has stopped three times since I last mentioned him.  The last time was to say goodbye school is out and they are leaving subsidized housing and Cincinnati.  Lee feels awful for the boy who is eight years old.  We first met him when he was six and had moved here with his grandparents from Appalachia.  The Appalachian Poverty Diane Sawyer Reported On.  Cincinnati had an influx of people from this area for awhile but sadly the Center of Appalachian Culture closed in 2014.
He did not know the alphabet nor how to write his name.  He never found anyone to fit in with.
Truly the one thing that Lee sees that may save this child is his imagination.  He could tell you the greatest stories of going to baseball games with his Dad who never was in the picture nor baseball games that never happened.
He did not ask to see me the last time only if he could have a picture and Lee always takes a picture of me with each kid we have tried to help.  Lee packed him a tote of things, giving him all 5 Sets of Phonetic Reading Cards which cost us a lot of money and three early reader books and our picture together.  Lee also put in five preaddressed envelopes with notepaper and crayon with forever stamps and told him to try and write us and promised we would write him back and send pictures.  He hugged Lee around the neck so tightly and left with his tote only looking back when he got to the top of our street.
Sadly I did not say goodbye.  I know Lee is very sad and I have been sticking by her ever since he left.
The vet said last Monday I am healed and I will not need surgery at this time.

I cannot face looking at you because I have been bad this morning and I broke Lee's camera.  Lee cannot get the lens to open.  Our camera is broken because of me.
Thanks for being a  friend
Traveling down the road and back again
Your heart is true and your a friend of  mine
Signing Off 
Sweet William The  Scot 

Monday, June 15, 2015

Lighthouse of the Sky

Well here I, Sweet William The Scot, am at The Cincinnati Observatory.
Where you can see through the oldest public telescope in the country.
Tucked away at the end of a picturesque cul-de-sac in a residential neighborhood sits a different era.  You feel the history in your bones when you come here.  The Observatory is a picturesque jewel-box of a building capped by a silver dome.
The community where it sits was named Mt. Lookout in honor of the observatory. 
The Birthplace of American Astronomy.
Observatory's Herget Building
It houses one of the oldest working telescopes and was the first public observatory in the western hemisphere. 
It is a fully functioning 19th century observatory used daily by the public and amateur astronomers. 
The main telescopes are an 11-inch Merz and Mahler refractor purchased in 1842 and a 16-inch Alvan Clark and Sons refractor from 1904.  The lens for the older telescope came from Munich, Bavaria and is of incomparable quality. Mitchel who raised the money for the lens, found and brought the lens here, died in service during the Civil War.
Open the door please.
 Why time stands still in here.
 On the 9th of November, 1843, a crowd of thousands witnessed former president John Quincy Adams preside over the dedication of the observatory.  He laid the cornerstone of the observatory building.
When the great refractor saw first light on April 14, 1845 it was the largest refractor in the Western Hemisphere and third largest in the world.
The second director, Cleveland Abbe, published the nation’s first weather forecasts and he later assisted in the founding of the National Weather Service.
The historic buildings are designated as a National Historic Landmark, and the grounds provide a serene, park-like setting while still being centrally located in my Nati.   
Telescope training, star parties, weddings, art shows, fund raisers, business meetings, concerts, and movies are all held here.
 In front sits a sundial.
Yep I tested that sundial and it was right according to Lee's watch.
Observatory's Mitchel Building. 
Why look what I found in that tree!
A cache find.  Wonder how many Geocachers have found this one!
Why Finn and Charlie posted about looking for these and Easy's mom climbed over a fence and stepped in something stinky in search of one.  We just find them without looking.
I am sorry the morning I went the dome was not open for the public.
You need to go at night for that to happen and our camera does not take night pictures.
I was here the day before I got my bum peppered with tiny pebbles.
I went to the vet last Monday evening and she said as long as they can still express my anal gland manually from the inside I will not need surgery. I have healed but with scar tissue.  I cannot do it for myself since the gland now sits at the bottom of my bum and not on the side like it should.
We have more to tell you about the little boy, my reader student, who did that to me but I will tell you next time.  He has stopped three times since I last mentioned him.

Thanks for being a  friend
Traveling down the road and back again
Your heart is true and your a friend of  mine
Signing Off 
Sweet William The  Scot 

Monday, June 8, 2015

Yard Work Is Never Done

I, Sweet William The Scot, have work to do in my flower beds.
Several weeks ago Angel Pip mentioned they had picked up Adirondack Chairs out of someones garbage.  I said we had stopped to pick up a really big Hosta that was tossed out as garbage.
Well we divided it and look how beautiful it is. 
Yep "One man's trash is another man's treasure".
This corner of our yard has Bluebells, Lily of the Valley, Daylilies, Pink Petunias and White Impatiens with Ivy surrounded by scalloped stone border then pebbled concrete pavers that has acquired a moss that we love with grass in between.
After all my work from cleaning out this flower bed since it did not get done last fall with Lee in the hospital, well look this darn mole was pushing up my flowers.  No Sir Ree Bob Mole you were not going to destroy all my hard work.
I don't like these things in my mouth but if Lee can put her finger up my bum an express my anal gland to help me since the accident, I can help her by catching this mole in my mouth.   
 Then I planted the basket by the porch steps.
My friend got the flowers for us this year free.  A nursery had tossed them by their big bin as trash because their containers were broken in transport and they could not sell the hanging baskets.
The big trash bin is shared by the company where she works with the nursery.
 All our rail boxes are planted different this year.
 We used the hanging baskets that we got at Christmas with greens in them.  We turned them into double hanging baskets.  An idea that we use that works is we stick those Easter eggs in our hanging baskets and it keeps birds from nesting in them.
Well I got to move on to the next flower bed to clean.
Thanks for being a  friend
Traveling down the road and back again
Your heart is true and your a friend of  mine
Signing Off 
Sweet William The  Scot
This is called an Upcycled Garden.  Everything used in the garden was taken from the trash.
Everyday items repurposed for your garden.  No this is not my yard, it is over by the Conservatory.

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Recruit a Pal Dance

The air waves are turned on and I, Sweet William The Scot, am the official DJ for the Welcome Dance.

You are listening to the Non Serious Radio Station Howl at 469.5 on your dial.
  Blogville's own Radio Station.
to the new residents of Blogville
 I'm your DJ Rockin Wills The Music Professor.
Let me hear you HOWL!
 Today is Pal Day
You have heard of Bring Your Dog To Work Day.
Well today is bring your Pal to Blogville Day!
Outside of a dog, a book is man's best PAL. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read.  You heard it here first!  To dark Bawheheeee~ oh I hear you Howling Now!

A friend has to asks you what's wrong, a good friend has a shoulder for you to cry on, but a PAL knows where to bury the bodies.  Start digging because the bodies are stacking up at the Howl.

Well for all you HOWLERS out there we have a special treat for you today.
In our studio your DJ has his MacLowland Band playing backup for the yet to be famous
Best Pals those two are!

 Just Remember What Your Old Pal Said
Yep that was Sully Burl on drums, Little Dui on horn, Bentley Brice on sax and myself playing backup for that pair.
Are they a two hit wonder?
Let me hear you HOWL!
A true fact is having a Pal helps you live longer.
Yep the statistics say ~~~
Pals are good for your heart and soul.
People with a strong social network are more likely to
survive a major illness'
Animal companionship can also help reduce the effects of
stress on the body, protect against illness, and help us heal
when we do get sick. 
So this DJ Rockin Wills The Music Professor says grab yourself a PAL.
Well the HOWL got this musical card from Sully while I had a really sore bum.
And I, DJ Rockin Wills The Music Professor, got a good old grin.


Kismet give me back my mike ~ hand it over ~ Bird give me the mike!   
Step away from the mike!  
O.K. that does it I am pulling the plug on this broadcast.  
Get me the NET!
 Keep Howling  
"Do what you want, dig what you do, 'cause that's what life is all about"

Signing Off
Sweet William The Scot

See you at the Welcome Dance with my date Bella.
 Bella has taught me the La Cucarcacha she calls it the dance of love.
Why when I looked it up it said it was about a cockroach that has lost one of its six legs and is struggling to walk with the remaining five.
I think Bella know more about the Scottish language than Spanish linguistics.
Who cares when you have a gal like Bella on your arm.
Watch out for my legs I want to keep all four!