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Hi, everyone! It seems Zinester is not working well these days. I received a lot of comments on my story called, "Tippy." It was posted on 7/19. I have posted another story since then, but it is not showing up in the archives for my ezine. It's all very confusing. Anyway, tonight is repeat night. I doubt any of you have read this one. When I first started writing - 20 years ago - I wanted to be a children's writer. This is what I consider my best story. It was written to be a picture book. I post this because I think it is important for you to see I write a variety of stuff. Those of you with kids might like this. Below, I am including several comments I received on my "Tippy" story. One is rather long, but it is worth the read. I would love your comments. Bucket Full of Holes Mummy wants water! What am I going to do? My bucket's full of holes. Here, let me show you! In my bucket I can carry my rocks, and I can carry my socks. I can carry my dirt and even my dirty old shirt. But Mummy wants water! What am I going to do? My bucket's full of holes. Here, let me show you. In my bucket I can carry my cars, and I can carry my jars. I can carry my cat, and even my silly old hat. But Mummy wants water! What am I going to do? My bucket's full of holes! Here let me show you. In my bucket I can carry my boats, and I can carry my coats. I can carry my boots and even my brother with his horn that toots. But Mummy wants water! What am I going to do? My bucket's full of holes! Here, let me show you. In my bucket I can carry my dog, and I can carry my hog. I can carry my pens and even my neighbor's stinky old hen. But Mummy wants water! What am I going to do? My bucket's full of holes. Here, let me show you. I can carry my ice, and I can carry my mice. I can carry my candy, and that's just dandy. But Mummy wants water! What am I going to do? My bucket's full of holes. Here, let me show you. I can carry all these things you see, But water is not for me. What am I going to do? I'll tell you what I will do! I'll turn my bucket about, and dump the holes out. Michael T. Smith I love your comments and include a few every week. Send them to mtsmith@qwestonline.com email@domain.com You can read more of my stories by going to: http://subs.zinester.com/86758/ To sign up to my twice weekly post: http://subs.zinester.com/86758/ Comments on story my Tippy: Well if anyone can resist tears reading this story, they must be made of stone! Diana ******************* Michael That was a wonderful story, a very touching tear-jerker. Thanks for sharing it. Keep your chin up. I know what it's like to have grandchildren living with you and moving out, it makes for a very quiet house. You will get used to it. :-) and eventually you might even enjoy it. Patty ********************** This one is long. It is worth reading: Dearest Michael You've done it again - I know you are a link to the divine for me. I had a very special relationship with a dog called Fifi who was a street dog in Turkey. She became my closest friend for the better part of ten years as I rescued her and brought her to England. I really think she rescued me actually. She became a clown dog in the circus and a PAT dog (Pets as Therapy), certified to visit hospitals and the elderly. When she was ten I found Charlie - 3 weeks old abandoned in Greece. Fifi and I were living in a Volkswagen camper on the move. We took him and she accepted him slowly into the fold. A bundle of mischief and joy ! We travelled back to Spain where we settled and in 2002 it was Fifi's time to go. She told me a month before she died that she would be leaving me soon. Charlie had started to take on her role as hospital clown dog. Her passing was blessed and beautiful and she was gently put to sleep as the cancer in her mouth had made it clear she needed to rest. Charlie was alone and sad for a time but soon I took Gypsy - his best friend - a German Shepherd cross who is a gentle giant. Less than a year later, Charlie made the same mistake that Tippy did. I sat by his basket crying for four days - he was my clown dog, only three years old, and I was in such shock as his death had also been violent (the car could have avoided him and didn't stop after it hit him). Charlie wouldn't have hurt a fly - he was such a cheery chappy. Gypsy was alone and missed him terribly. Then one day four months later, a cocker spaniel charged at my van not a stone's throw from where Charlie was killed. It was strange for a dog to be there. Eight hours later I passed the spot again and the same dog charged at me again. I realised that despite his aggression I was not going to be put off - I read it for what it was - need. He wolfed down a bowl of pasta I had saved for Gypsy and hopped in the van. There was a bit of chewed-off string on his collar. The next day I traced the other half of the string to an abandoned shack. He had been tied up and left to die with no food, only an old tin bath of dirty water. He becamed "Tommy Tiddle", aptly named for his habit of piddling on everything in sight. Aggressive, limping, covered in fleas, very awkward - I decided I couldn't keep this dog. But then as I was driving the van, like Robby, I heard Charlie speaking to me - saying Tommy is his brother and he had sent him to me. Two and a half years later and I would defend Tommy now from anyone who tried to hurt him. Loving, adorable, funny, soft, a bigger kisser I have not met ! He is my shadow. There is now a third dog - Trixie, who has joined the tribe and is a little circus dog, at two years old she is getting ready to take off where Charlie left with the clown hospital visits. I have a friend called Lynn who has 80 dogs. It is not an official rescue centre but might as well be. Last year she had about eleven deaths. And each time one died, another was sent to her to love. I wote a poem about her called "Barking Mad" which was in my poem column here in a local paper - I'm sending it below as I think you would like it. Michael - don't feel obliged to print all of this very long message - take whatever you would like to . It's really for you and to say thank you again for touching the essential place where love and the connection to soul is what really matters. You are also inspiring me to write my story - I have been sitting on it for too long and feel there is a book I need to share of my travels and my doggies. I always had in mind to write a book called "Fifi, the Wonderdog" as there are so many more stories of her gentle humble healing. Thank you for letting me share this with you, with love and red nose blessings, Rachel Caine www.clownwithin.com ***************** Dear Michael: Wonderful story! I look forward to meeting Jack, Tippy and Luke when I receive my Heavenly reward. I'll also look forward to meeting you when your time comes. Love and hugs, Nancy ***************** Michael That was a wonderful story, a very touching tear-jerker. Thanks for sharing it. Keep your chin up. I know what it's like to have grandchildren living with you and moving out, it makes for a very quiet house. You will get used to it. :-) and eventually you might even enjoy it. Patty |
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