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So I May Have Been A bit Lost….Or Found? 

I’ve holed up. Cut off the steady stream that was steadily drowning me. Ugh. Social interactions that were no benefit, just a greedy sponge soaking up all the best parts of me so that nothing but bitter was left behind. 

I hate it when I feel like this. But it is an eye opener. It happens with the changing seasons. I realize the things that suck the very life out of me. And I dispose of them. Quickly and efficiently.

In the beginning it feels terrible….only because I realize the heavy burden ive been carrying. What worthless waste of a life to spend it being unhappy. 
So cheers to being lost and then ultimately found. Hello self, I’ve missed you. ❤️️💕❤️❤️️💕

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Life Today on the HK Bar

Today it’s cold(ish) and rainy. I have a severe head cold that is trying to kill me. I wheeze like I smoke two packs a day. (Never have, never will). Boo had a field trip to the Punkin’ Patch today. Does it make me a terrible mom if im so glad I didn’t sign up to chaperone? Mud and screaming children. Rain. Did I mention all that mud?  Yeah, sorry not sorry. 

So the little people did  chores and then came inside. They wanted to paint. I wanted to blog. So that’s what we have been doing! It has been the perfect activity this morning. Windows open and paint supplies out. 😊

Even Eli is lazy today.  He hasn’t been doing his wind sprints like usual this morning. He looks like I feel lethargic and fat. 

In other news my little Blitz Manny has graduated to porch duty. No kennel for this guy. He can finally be trusted not to eat the feather babies (chickens), chase cars (ok maybe the occasional ATV), or harass the cows and horses. I’m so proud of this guy . I’ve invited him in but he prefers to avoid Eli’s glare. So Blitz Manny is happy to be found on his bed on the front porch, usually curled up with his favorite flat, abused, blue basketball. . 

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So this is me checking in from the HK Bar. Peace and have a wonderful day!

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So I Fell in Love With A Death Row Inmate

I did. Fall in love. With the biggest brown eyes and toothy smile I have ever seen in my life. He is the typical tough guy, full of devilish good looks and rippling muscle. And a dash of mystery. His name is Tyson aka Jelly B Yellow, he is a two year old pitt bull mix. I agreed to foster him for a local (ish) rescue called Unleashed Rescue. He was on death row in Greater Kansas City Animal Control. I just couldn’t say no. 

I picked him up today, not knowing what I would find. All three of my girls in tow and a collar and leash to be filled. Let me tell you,  what I found was heart breaking. The smell about knocked me flat when we went inside the building. There were huge smokestacks to the crematorium outside. It was dark and I could hear dozens of cries from the back. This was definitely death row. 

I gave the bored worker my info, as well as the collar and leash. An attendant brought out Tyson. He smelled terrible… scratches and wounds adorned his body. Possibly cuts from trying to escape? From being handled roughly? I prepared myself to see a broken soul. Instead a smiling, tail Wagging, exuberant soul met me and the girls. He looked carefree and happy despite his condition. 

The forgiveness dogs offer has always amazed me. Here he was in deplorable conditions and he still wore a happy grin and fostered a bounce in his step. He was happy to see me. A perfect stranger to him. 

We got him in the car quickly. He sat quietly observing me. Blessing me with his contagious grin. And his horrible smell. I’m still wondering if I’ll ever get that smell out of my new Yukon. Oh well if I don’t. It will remind me how easily some people throw life away. How easily some souls are deamed inferior and dismissed so easily because someone got tired of them. Cast aside like filth and sent to death because someone suddenly decided they had no value. I took this photo minutes after rescuing him from death row. Those stacks in the back ground are from the crematorium. So close to death, and yet he smiles. Ironic hey?

The ride home was uneventful. He was quiet and  stared at me. Trying to make sense of his situation. Wondering if I’d be his saviour or his warden. I guess at some point he decided I was a good person. 

Got home, gave him a much needed bath and a meal. Poor chap is so thankful. He tried to eat Eli (our housecat) once, and tried to jump the two little girls. So I sit here with him on a leash for the while day. Yikes! This rescue business is work. In exhausted and this is only day one! How do people do this every day. Day in day out? It’s exhausting. Or did I already say that? But that smile is so worth it. 

After bath and meal we had a two mile walk and played with toys. He pulls on the lead. Not to be mean. No one has ever taught him anything. He’s a seventy pound puppy.

So that’s my story of how I Fell in Love With A Death Row inmate. He won’t stay on the HK Bar forevor. If circumstances were different he would be my forevor dog. But reality is not as such. The HK Bar will be a stepping stone, a place to rest and be loved. A short stop on his journey to his forevor life. I know as long as I live I’ll never forget Tyson. He has changed me. Forevor.