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Help me save Thhis SUPER CUTE PUPPY

First a HUGE THANK YOU TO THOSE WHO HAVE HELPED OUT ALREADY, YOUR GIFTS OF TIME, ADVICE AND MONEY ARE SO VERY, VERY APPRECIATED!!!!!

All right, so this is Puppy (soon to be given a name that is Epic and most likely Latin). He was given to me by a homeless man who asked if I could get his puppy help for his busted leg.

We took a trip to the vet today for a diagnosis. It appears that he has broken his hip at the neck of the femur, as well as in the acetabulum… the part of the hip bone that forms the joint. The break is pretty extreme and dramatic. And also appears to be a month old… CAN YOU IMAGINE WALKING AROUND FOR A MONTH ON A HIP SO BROKEN ONLY THE MUSCLES ARE HOLDING IT ON? CAN YOU IMAGINE BEING LOVING AND OUTGOING AND STILL JUST WANTING TO PLAY?

Because that’s what this little trooper has been doing.

So, the treatment is going to be what the vet termed a “salvage surgery” (Replacing the hip is far, far, far above my means). The surgery would consist of removing the head of the femur and taking the joint from a ball and socket joint to one that floats and is held on by muscle, much like the shoulder joint. He will always have a bit of a swagger to his walk, but his prognosis is excellent.

Without out the surgery his leg will be useless and always CHRONIC PAIN

With the surgery he will be able to run, jump, play and there is no risk of debilitating or crippling joint issues in the future.

The cost of the surgery, with the discount the vet is giving me, is $1,000-$1,200. I was able to cover the cost of the appointment today with funds that I have raised and my own money. I have already received contributions towards his surgery in the total of $250.

THIS MEANS I ONLY NEED $970 TO COVER THE COST OF THE SURGERY.

So I am asking all my animal loving friends to rally together and help this boy have a LONG, HAPPY AND PAIN FREE LIFE.

I am fundraising in two places…

You can send money directly to Shelter Island Veterinary Hospital via their PayPal account- drbarb@shelterislandvet.com This money goes towards covering the cost of his surgery and medical bills and is the most important part right now. (Please let me know if you do this so I can keep a running tally of what we’ve raised.)

Or if you would like to help cover the cost of a few things we are going to need to have to help the puppy recover well, like a crate, send the money to my PayPal rydergirl1477@yahoo.com

He is one of the best puppies I have ever met, so smart and sweet and cuddly. I know I can’t save all the puppies, but with you help I can save this one. With your help I can turn this sad and pain-filled face into one of smiles and wiggles, ready to give love to everyone who meets him.

IF YOU CAN CONTRIBUTE, THANK YOU SO MUCH. IF YOU CAN SHARE THIS POST, THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH. EVERY BIT IS HELPFUL AND APPRECIATED.

With all love,
Stephanie and (Soon to be epically named) Puppy

P.S. If I tagged you it is because you have already part of the support team helping this little fella, or I know you to be an animal lover with a large following of other animal lovers with who I hope you will share this status.

P.P.S I have no idea why, but I can’t get my photos to load.  He is the cutest black and white puppy.  Look me up on Facebook, Stephanie Seppi Rogers, if you want pictures.

So tonight is the first might I have spent away from my boy since we started sleeping in the same bed.

He needed to go help a friend and I am glad to have a boyfriend who is friends like this… loyal and fierce.

And I get to see him all the time… its just… I’m sad and missing him so much.

I have come to the conclussion that I am generally boring, unmotivated and what’s worse is I seem to have lost my sense of wonder, enchantment and adventure. I feel like I do most everything wrong… I am too self-centered and not giving enough.

Generally everyone in my life is sick of me and I inspire no one.

If I can not learn to self-affirm, self-motivate, and basically just be better, more inspiring, more challenging, more together…

If I can’t make more money, be more self reliant, be more,

Just better…

Learn how to be more beautiful, more amazing…

If I can’t learn to do these things for myself and by myself

I will end up all by myself.

After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be.  (via oliviacirce)

When I lose hope in the world, I remember this poem.

(via bookoisseur)

(via briannaclawson)

fauxboy:

starshinethecat1:

xxgoldie12xx:

the-winchesters-in-221b:

2ollux-2hip2-2tuff:

davespritedave:

hoechlolly:

tehwhovianhufflepuff:

imagine-tenthousand:


mockinggrass:


Go big or go home 


So I tried to recreate this, because I knew the responses would be different, and consequently realized that it’s either extremely old or faked, as Cleverbot auto-capitalizes and auto-punctuates your sentences for you if you do not. Oh well.
In light of that fact, here’s my go at cybersexing Cleverbot.



So I decided to try it

alrighty, let’s go one more step





i’M ACTUALLY CRYING.

THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY


Story of my life


that’s a first.

I LAUGHED HARDER THEN I HOULD HAVE AND I WAS IN PUBLIC

I wasn’t gonna reblog this but I lost it at the last one

fauxboy:

starshinethecat1:

xxgoldie12xx:

the-winchesters-in-221b:

2ollux-2hip2-2tuff:

davespritedave:

hoechlolly:

tehwhovianhufflepuff:

imagine-tenthousand:

mockinggrass:

Go big or go home 

So I tried to recreate this, because I knew the responses would be different, and consequently realized that it’s either extremely old or faked, as Cleverbot auto-capitalizes and auto-punctuates your sentences for you if you do not. Oh well.

In light of that fact, here’s my go at cybersexing Cleverbot.

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So I decided to try it

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alrighty, let’s go one more step

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i’M ACTUALLY CRYING.

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THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY

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Story of my life

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that’s a first.

I LAUGHED HARDER THEN I HOULD HAVE AND I WAS IN PUBLIC

I wasn’t gonna reblog this but I lost it at the last one

(Source: skinnyasianguy, via iamsmileyguy)

humansofnewyork:

I was riding in a van with a television crew who was doing a piece on HONY. The cameraman, Duane, was behind the wheel. At one point he casually remarked on how bad the traffic was in Ethiopia."Ethiopia?" I asked. "What story were you working on there?""It wasn’t a story," he replied. "We were picking up our daughter.He then told me the most amazing story. He told me that he and his wife were not able to conceive. “But I’d always resisted the idea of adoption,” he said. “My wife wanted to adopt right away, but I was just never sure if I’d be able to fully love a child that wasn’t my blood.” So time went on, and they remained childless. Then one evening Duane was watching a television show with his wife. The show was about aid work in Ethiopia. “They were showing before-and-after photos,” he explained. “I remember this one girl. She was skin and bones. But she still had this amazing smile and spirit in her eyes. The aid workers rehabilitated her, and six months later, she looked like a normal little girl. Right then, I turned to my wife, and said: ‘I’m ready to adopt.’” But it wasn’t as easy as he’d hoped. “At first I thought we needed an infant,” Duane explained. “I just couldn’t imagine missing out on all those early moments of our child’s life.” But for healthy infants, the waiting list was years. “So then we went we moved up to three or four year olds.” But still, the waiting list was one to two years. “The only children you could get immediately were seven and up, and who had physical handicaps of some sort. I just didn’t think I was ready for it.”But then Duane and his wife went on vacation. And toward the end of the trip, “after a few drinks,” Duane’s wife brought out a brochure from the adoption agency. One of the pictures showed an unsmiling seven year old girl, standing against the pink wall of an orphanage. She had been blinded in one eye. “That’s our daughter,” Duane said. Three years later after the Watkins adopted her, Chaltu has blossomed. She has grown over one foot, is fluent in English, and although blind in one eye, plays soccer, gymnastics, and basketball. She’s doing great at school, and has tons of friends. “She is the greatest daughter in the world,” Duane said.“That’s an unbelievable story,” I told Duane. “Can I share it on HONY?”“That’s fine with me,” he answered. Then he sort of stared at the ground for a second, shuffled his feet, and asked: “Would there be any possibility that you could help us raise the adoption fees to get her a brother? We’ve already found him, but aren’t financially ready yet.”LET’S BRING RICHARD HOME:  Click here to donate!

humansofnewyork:

I was riding in a van with a television crew who was doing a piece on HONY. The cameraman, Duane, was behind the wheel. At one point he casually remarked on how bad the traffic was in Ethiopia.
"Ethiopia?" I asked. "What story were you working on there?"
"It wasn’t a story," he replied. "We were picking up our daughter.

He then told me the most amazing story. He told me that he and his wife were not able to conceive. “But I’d always resisted the idea of adoption,” he said. “My wife wanted to adopt right away, but I was just never sure if I’d be able to fully love a child that wasn’t my blood.” So time went on, and they remained childless. 

Then one evening Duane was watching a television show with his wife. The show was about aid work in Ethiopia. “They were showing before-and-after photos,” he explained. “I remember this one girl. She was skin and bones. But she still had this amazing smile and spirit in her eyes. The aid workers rehabilitated her, and six months later, she looked like a normal little girl. Right then, I turned to my wife, and said: ‘I’m ready to adopt.’” 

But it wasn’t as easy as he’d hoped. “At first I thought we needed an infant,” Duane explained. “I just couldn’t imagine missing out on all those early moments of our child’s life.” But for healthy infants, the waiting list was years. “So then we went we moved up to three or four year olds.” But still, the waiting list was one to two years. “The only children you could get immediately were seven and up, and who had physical handicaps of some sort. I just didn’t think I was ready for it.”

But then Duane and his wife went on vacation. And toward the end of the trip, “after a few drinks,” Duane’s wife brought out a brochure from the adoption agency. One of the pictures showed an unsmiling seven year old girl, standing against the pink wall of an orphanage. She had been blinded in one eye. “That’s our daughter,” Duane said. 

Three years later after the Watkins adopted her, Chaltu has blossomed. She has grown over one foot, is fluent in English, and although blind in one eye, plays soccer, gymnastics, and basketball. She’s doing great at school, and has tons of friends. “She is the greatest daughter in the world,” Duane said.

“That’s an unbelievable story,” I told Duane. “Can I share it on HONY?”

“That’s fine with me,” he answered. Then he sort of stared at the ground for a second, shuffled his feet, and asked: “Would there be any possibility that you could help us raise the adoption fees to get her a brother? We’ve already found him, but aren’t financially ready yet.”

LET’S BRING RICHARD HOME:  Click here to donate!