I have told you before, I have a love/hate relationship with Face Book. While I love keeping up with all that my friends are doing, and sharing all (well not all but a lot) that is going on in my life, there are some things in that place that can irritate the
life out of me and things that can break my heart. The things that make me crazy are how some people can start an actual war in there over things that have absolutely no value in my or anyone else's life. Politics is politics as it were. I know, that possibly
should read politics are politics, but pardon me, it reads better the other way. Facebook was alive with political opinion and urging you to vote one way or another. Now in actuality, I made up my mind with little help from the media. That includes Face Book. But friendships were lost over the hateful tone of this last election. I hope I am better than that, everyone has their own opinion on how things should be done, and that is as it should be. It is our right.
The other thing is about heartbreak. And of course the heartbreak comes from the plight of the animals we are subjected to on Face Book. Okay, so maybe subjected to is a bit strong. After all, I don't have to read about them. But then, I do. I admire the people who put these postings out there to let us know what is going on. WhereHopeLives is one of my favorites, but I fight the urge to rush to the pound to save one more life. I simply can't take in one more animal. So, I have made up my mind to send money as often as I can to help them get these sweet things homes. The one thing I notice about Where Hope Lives, is apparently it doesn't live for cats. I never see any postings about getting cats a home. Maybe they could change that, since Face Book is free and a lot of people are cat people, not dog people. I'm just saying.\
But we have problems close to home, too. My friend Lisa G Griggs was recently presented with five of the sweetest puppies you have ever seen. She was presented with them by a secret Santa who left them without permission, left no clue as to who mom was, how old they are...and why they didn't try to find homes for them themselves. They simply depended on the good heart of a good hearted woman who is now desperately looking for homes for these littles angels...surely someone out there would be willing to take a look. Maybe fall in love? Maybe make the day of one small bundle who would repay you with adoration and love . And remind us that dog spelled backwards is God. If you'd like to get a look at them, contact me. I'll hook you up!