The Lad At 7 Months. Long, Tall, And Getting Stronger All The Time. He Is Becoming Quite The Companion.

25th anniversary gift for my Loki

Fen and Louie, sisters, and new residents at Chateau Loki. Mom is American Mastiff, Dad is Australian Shepherd

Several weeks ago, the little lady above - Louie - wanted to beat the brindle right off of new kid JB(formally known as Jayne Beans). As of yesterday, there was playing and chasing going on in the yard, and Louie only corrected him once, when he playfully jumped on her head; she didn't bite, but he immediately sat down in front of her. Progress is being made! He has also gained 6 lbs since being rescued.

Mr. Jayne, one year old on May 1. He is becoming a very Good Boi!

Playing with sister Louie; kickin' it during take my dawg to work Friday. He will be 1 yo May 1st.

Well folks, I have kept my mouth shut over most stuff while plugged in with many of you, reblogging things that touch on where I am at, and that I feel strongly about.

This little rant will probably hack some of you off. Too bad. I am not here to pat you on your back like the obsequious fucks that are all around. I speak as I see it.

I was raised in a household of a well-educated married couple, and indirectly taught to look at everything through a lense of fact-based evidence. If the evidence didn't fit my ideas, I changed my mind, NOT the evidence.

Feelings ain't facts.

This has led to division here and there, I have made and lost friends over the years due to my refusal to accept delusion as truth. Again, too bad.

My little crew and I are muddling along, day by day, and doing the best we can. Ours is a biracial relationship; I fell in love with her because of who she is, not because her skin is the same color as coffee with a little cream.

We hold no hatred towards any skin color. We hold no distaste or hatred towards same-sex attracted people. We aren't bound by religious "norms". We both have gay friends whom we hold dear in our hearts.

What we do NOT have is any patience or tolerance for mentally ill people who convince children that they can be something that they are not, from their DNA outwards, by mutilating and medicating themselves. We choose not to participate! If you are an ADULT, that's your thing, well, have at; don't expect me to pay for it or pretend. Ain't happening. Otherwise, live your life as you choose. But, here is your reality: keep trying to convince mentally and emotionally vulnerable children that destroying themselves will remake them into something YOU think they should be, and it won't end well.

You have managed to pull it off with some of my family. Because I value my freedom and ability to voice my opinions, I will not act on the anger in ways that would endanger that. I will speak as I see it.

My gay friends are horrified and in fear of the backlash you are creating, and rightly so. We all have enough trouble with the religious nutcases in the world, and you twisted fucks are winding them up by insisting on getting in the faces of their kids. I don't blame them; does the word "pogrom" have any meaning for you? Look it up! Because my dear friends will be swept away by that madness as well.

That backlash is on you delusional people, and your enablers. May the Old Ones, and Karma, give you exactly what you deserve. As for you people in the medical field who push this, because there is money to be made behind it, that goes double.

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North of Mt. St Helens, just inside the northern edge of the blowdown zone, 1987. The road I used, which I believe was 26, appears to be closed now. If I’m wrong, somebody say so, eh?

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A Blessed Equinox to everyone, today. My thanks to the Old Ones for the Father that was mine, passed the Veil 19 years ago today. Whenever I note a Redtail watching me, I know he is, too. Love you, Richard.