Friday, January 02, 2009
Ya Gotta Love Molly.
Molly the Pony and her Smiley hoof-print. Story below.
Post 552 ~ ~ Friday, 2nd January, 2009.
Hello my Dear Friends ~~ Well the New Year has arrived and I hope it will be a happy and
joyful year for all of us. I hope you have recovered after the Christmas and New Year's Eve
festivities and food and are now back to more normal times and food. I cooked some nice
pork chops yesterday with lots of vegetables, gravy and apple sauce. Tasted good to me.
A good blogging friend has her birthday tomorrow. Happy Birthday, dear Alice and many
happy returns. I hope you have a lovely day. Alice is an Aussie too.
Thank you everyone for the New Year wishes, I will get to answering comments, but thought I had better do my post first in case I get too sleepy.
My story tonight was sent to me by my dear friend Kim, who lost her husband recently.
It is a lovely story Kim, Thank you.
Molly is quite exceptional and I believe that we can learn something from this Pony - no
matter what in our lives, let us get up and enjoy the ride - and as she leaves smiling footprints on the ground - let us keep smiling footprints in our fellow-men's hearts.
Enjoy today to the Fullest.
You Gotta Love Molly.
Meet Molly. She's a grey speckled pony who was abandoned by her owners when Hurricane Katrina hit southern Louisiana. She spent weeks on her own before finally being rescued and taken to a farm where abandoned animals were stockpiled.
While there, she was attacked by a pit bull terrier and almost died. Her gnawed right front leg became infected, and her vet went to LSU for help, but LSU was overwhelmed, and this pony was a welfare case. You know how that goes.
But after the surgeon, Rustin Moore met Molly, he changed his mind. He saw how the pony was careful to lie down on different sides so she didn't get sores, and how she allowed people to handle her. She protected her injured leg. She constantly shifted her weight and didn't overload her good leg. She was a smart pony with a serious survival ethic.
Moore agreed to remove her leg below the knee, and a temporary artificial limb was built. Molly walked out of the clinic and her story really begins there.
"This was the right horse and the right owner," Moore insists. Molly happened to be a one-in-a-million patient. She's tough as nails, but sweet, and she was willing to cope with pain. She made it obvious she understood that she was in trouble. The other important
factor, according to Moore, is having a truly committed and compliant owner who is
dedicated to providing the daily care required over the lifetime of the horse.
Molly's story turns into a parable for life in post-Katrina Louisiana. The little pony gained weight and her mane finally felt a comb. A human prosthesis designer built her a leg.
The prosthetic has given Molly a whole new life, Allison Barca DVM, Molly's regular vet reports.
And she asks for it. She will come to you and put her little limb out, to let you know that she wants you to put it on. Sometimes, she wants you to take it off too. Sometimes Molly gets away from Barca. "It can be pretty bad when you can't catch a three legged horse," she laughs.
Most important of all, Molly has a job now. Kay, the the rescue farm owner, started takiing Molly to shelters, hospitals, nursing homes and rehabilitation centers. Anywhere
she thought people needed hope. Wherever Molly went, she showed people her pluck. She inspired people and she had a good time doing it.
"It's obvious to me that Molly had a bigger role to play in life," Moore said. "She survived the hurricane, she survived a horrible injury, and now she is giving hope to others."
Barca concluded, "She's not back to normal, but she's going to be better. To me, she could
be a symbol for New Orleans itself."
Molly's most recent prosthesis has a round bottom on it with a smiley face on it. So
wherever Molly goes, she leaves a smiley hoofprint behind.
Time for some jokes, but that was a nice story, I just added the pics, instead of doing them first. But you get the idea, I hope.
I have a few bits from the local paper, where I found the Medical terms land the Spell-
Checker in my last post.
Things that are difficult to say when you're drunk . . . .
Things that are VERY difficult to say when you are drunk . . . .
b) British constitution
c) Passive-aggressive disorder.
Things that are ABSOLUTELY IMPOSSIBLE to say when you are drunk. . . .
a) Thanks, but I don't want to sleep with you.
B) Nope, no more booze for me.
c) Sorry, but you're not really my type.
d) No kebab for me, thank you.
e) Good evening officer, isn't it lovely out tonight?
f) I'm not interested in fighting you
g) Oh, I just couldn't -no one wants to hear me sing.
h) Thank you, but I won't make any attempt to dance. I have no coordination and hate to look like a fool,
i) Where is the nearest toilet? I refuse to vomit in the street.
j) I must be going home now as I have to work in the morning.
Strange Laws aroud the World . . . .
In Alabama, prison guards are forbidden to refer to their spouses as "the old ball 'n' chain."
In Los Angeles, it is illegal for a waiter to tell a customer "I'm really an actor."
In Indiana, it's against the law to dress "Barbie" in "Ken's" clothes.
In Texas, it's illegal to threaten somebody with an UNLOADED gun.
In Samoa, it's a crime to forget your wife's birthday.
In Australia, it's illegal to name any animal you plan to eat.
In Cannes, France, it's illegal to wear a Jerry Lewis mask.
In New Jersey, answering a traffic cop who asks "Do you know why I pulled you over? by
saing, "If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you" is an automatic $300 fine.
In Portugal, it's against the law to pee in the ocean.
In Pennsylvania, it's against the law to put a dollar on a string on the ground and yank it when someone tries to pick it up.
In Italy, anyone considered "obese" is forbidden from wearing polyester.
Anyone caught sellig a "smoothie" that has lumps is breakig the law in California.
Aging: Eventually you will reach a stage when you stop lying about your age, and start bragging about it.
Some people want to turn back their odometers. Not me, I want people to know "why" I
look this way. I've travelled a long way and some of the roads weren't paved.
When you are dissatisfied and want to return to your youth, think of Algebra.
One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is a nice change from being young. Ah, being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable.
Long ago when men cursed and beat the ground with sticks, it was called witchcraft.
Today, it is called Golf.
George Bush goes to a primary school to talk about the war. after his talk, he offers question time. One little boy puts up his hand and George asks what his name is.
"My name is Bob" say the boyl "And what is your question, Bob?"
"I have 3 questions. First why did the USA invade Iraq without the support of the UN? Second, Why are you President, when Al Gore got more votes?
Third, What happened to Osama bin Laden?"
Just then the bell rings for recess. George Bush informs the kiddies that they will continue after recess. When they resume, George says, "Oh, where were me? Oh, that's right, Question time. Who has a question?"
A different little boy raises his hand. George asked him what his name was.
"My name is Steve." says the boy. "And what is your question?"
"I have 5 questions. First, why did the USA invade Iraq without the support of the UN?
Second, why are you President, when Al Gore got more votes?
Third, what happened to Osama bin Laden?
Fourth, why did the recess bell go 20 minutes early?
Fifth, where is Bob?"
Little Mary Margaret was not the best student in Catholic school. Usually she slept through class.
One day her teacher, a Nun, called on her when she was sleeping. "Tell me MaryMargaret,
who created the universe?"
When Mary Margaret didn't stir, little Johnny who was her friend sitting behind her, took his pencil and jabbed her in the rear.
"God Almighty," shouted Mary Margaret.
The nun said, "Very good" and continued teaching her class. A little later, the nun asked
"Mary Margaret, who is our Lord and Savior?"
But May didn't stir from her slumber and once again, Johnny came to her rescue and stuck Mary Margaret in the butt.
"Jesus Christ," shouted Mary Margaret and once again the nun said, "Very good," and
Mary Margaret fell back to sleep.
The nun asked her a third question, "What did Eve say to Adam after she had her twenty-
third child?" Again, Johnny came to the rescue.
This time Mary Margaret jumped up ad shouted, "If you stick that thing in me one more time, I'll break it in half."
The nun fainted.
A man and his wife, now in their 60s were celebrating their 40th wedding anniversary. On their special day a good fairy came to them and said because they had been so good, she would grant them one wish each.
The wife wished for a trip around the world with her husband. "Whoosh" She had the airline tickets in her hand.
The man wished for a companion 30 years younger. . .
"Whoosh".. Immediately he turned ninety.
Gotta love that fairy.!!
Teacher: Glenn, how do you spell crocodile?
Teacher : No that's wrong.
Glenn : Maybe it's wrong, but you asked me how I spelt it.
Teacher: Donald, what is the chemical formula for water?
Donald : H I J K L M N O
Teacher: What are you talking about?
Donald : Yesterday you said it was from H to O.
Teacher : Clyde, your composition on "My Dog" is exactly the same as your brother's
Did you copy his composition?
Clyde: No, it's the same dog.
Time to close for tonight. I hope something amused you or you liked the story of Molly.
Take great care of each other and enjoy your lives. My love and best wishes to you all.
Post 552 ~ ~ Friday, 2nd January, 2009.