Author: Mws R

"If you are going to write, write from the heart." MwsR "Life has not been the easiest, but it could of been worse!" MwsR Life is about doing all you can to help others. Don't go chasing rainbows, "make your own pot of gold." Love, Hope, Faith, the greatest of these is Love!

Josephine, Josie, Josephina

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Today marks three years since I saw or petted my beloved pet Josie! She was one of the sweetest dogs I have ever known. She died in her sleep and I found her lying on her favorite foot stole, at the foot of my bed.

She was white and had tan markings, and she had a belly covered in black freckles. She had the cutest face and was knee high in height. I will never forget the fourteen years I had with her. She brought so much love into our family. She grew up with my kids and with my granddaughter who was a year old when she died.

I first laid eyes on Josie when she was five months old. She was at a local no kill shelter here in my home town. She was being housed with a little beagle puppy, she absolutely adored playing with. They were on display because it was adoption day at this shelter, and they were placed right up front next to the front door of this shelter in wire pet play area. Josie was so white and had a spot of brown on her side of face and ear. She had pink nose skin with dotted black freckles. Her belly had a “S” branded on it, meaning that she was spaded. This was part of her charm. I mean a dog with its own tattoo is cool. She had tall thin legs and a long tail. her fur was short and she was so soft. Her almond looking eyes were so precious. I could tell she was a female dog because of her face shape. She looked feminine.

This dog was not going to be my dog I was just suppose to be petting animals, for the sheer joy of it. See, I had lost my miniature poodle, JOJO. It was hard on me and I did not want to take another dog right then. I had to have my JOJO put to sleep and he had been with me for fourteen years. he had been there in my life through some very difficult changes and things that happened. JOJO was special and well I did not know if my heart could take losing another dog.

My family insisted that we all go to the shelter this day and look at the animals. Just suppose to had been for fun. I was told they were worried for me, since I had lost JOJO and was feeling down. They were right. I was heart broken. But this dog, whom I saw here, at this shelter had something about her that was special. I sensed it right off. My family insisted I take her out and pet her. I was encouraged to adopt her as well. They said she was what I needed. So I hesitantly paid for and adopted her. She was so precious, I could not resist. Her ears at that time stood straight up in the air and she had the personality to match those spectacular ears. I fell in love with her and so did my family.

Later on, I would hear how she was thrown from a moving truck, along with her siblings, in the middle of a busy highway. I also heard that she was saved but scared of people a little more than usual. This was okay because I was going to heal her hurt with all the love I had, and she, in turn, healed a piece of my broken heart, that was in losing my JOJO. See, we saved each other, if you will. Near her 12th birthday, I took her to the vet because she was acting like she was in pain. Turns out she had arthritis in her spine. This was a result of the abuse she received by being thrown out of a moving vehicle. My baby was in pain. I didn’t like to know that. I don’t know how long she had been suffering from it but she still managed to get around and follow me. She should not have to have gone through that. That made me so sad. I watched a dog that ran around like she was on fire and having fun doing it, to a dog whose back legs became stiff and she struggled to get up and down off of things. She went from sleeping with me to have to sleep on a footstool, on the floor.

She always was skittish and shy. She would bow her head when being scolded for something. Very meek and mild, she would grow to be. She was a constant for me when I needed her love, she always gave it freely and wholeheartedly. I will never have another dog like her, but I will always cherish my time with her.

She was and will always remain a part of my heart! This dedication is to you, my darling, Josie. I will always love you! I miss you so much.


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Blue ~ Boo!

Most kids grow up hearing ghost stories and things about evil and rarely ever see the evil that lives and breathes right alongside them, daily.


Sometimes it isn’t what we cannot see that scares us, but what we actually do see.


Blue always looked forward to Halloween events and the whole idea of dressing up and pretending to be something she wasn’t in real life and perhaps someone she wished herself to be. She always got to choose a costume out that she wanted and her mother would sew or make it. Her mother was the best seamstress she had ever known. She could literally make anything she saw or had a pattern for. She self taught herself too. No fancy school was needed because she must of been born with the gift naturally. Blue loved the things her mother would make and sew together for her. She never stopped to think how lucky she really was to have such a gifted mother. I guess when your young and naΓ―ve you seldom see the beauty in things that you have, or you just don’t realize the luck you have.

Well, this year at Halloween Blue wanted to be Cinderella. She needed a mask and was kind of scared to ask her mother for one. She never wanted her mother to feel that she was ungrateful for anything and perhaps asking for a store-bought mask, it might make her mother think that way. She had been in the department store with her grandmother and aunt last week and she spied a Cinderella mask for dressing up. Blue had brown hair and knew that to pull off Cinderella she would need the appropriate color of hair and this mask had that. She was hesitant to ask for it, but she really needed it to complete her costume this year.

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Blue gathered up her courage and went to ask her mother for the Cinderella mask from Roses. As she approached her unsuspecting mother she noticed her mother was watching the Price Is Right tv show and she cleared her throat to get her mother’s attention. Her mother looked her way and before she really thought it out, she blurted out, “Can you get me a Cinderella mask, they have one at Roses?” Her mother said, “If it is not too costly I will go get it after work today.” Wow, that was easier than Blue had imagined. her mother did not even question her. She did ask, however, what color of princess dress did she want to have with it? Blue said, “Well, blue color, of course.”

Her mother brought the mask home as soon as she came home from work. She said for Blue not to damage it or tear it up because she would not receive a replacement if she did. Blue was so excited she went into her room and opened the box and tried on the mask. “Perfect fit”, she said. She could just imagine how she would look come Halloween night all dressed up in her costume and she smiled such a big smile, it was almost as wide as the Eerie Canal. What a wonderful time it will be she thought to herself.

Blue was so excited she went to school the next day bragging, about her mask. Several of the kids said they too, were going as Cinderella. Blue actually felt like she was special since she had the same thing others wanted too. When she was doing classwork it was really hard for her to focus on the work since all she could think of was the Cinderella in her head, the one she was going to be for Halloween, she could not wait.

Proud as she was, of her costume for this year’s Halloween, that could not take away the darkness she sometimes felt inside. Halloween was good and all, but she knew exactly what a monster was, personally. She felt the horror, down deep, inside her soul. She lived with a monster every day. Hee took her safe place, surrounded it with evil and made sure she felt isolated and alone. He was someone whom she needed to be able to trust, but he only gave her a lack of trust.

Her own father was her personal monster. He preyed on her innocents and he took her as a hostage to his desires of sinful lust. He was the biggest monster she knew. He would always be the thing she feared the most. Instead of running, it would be many years of torture she would endure. When she became an adult she would no longer trust people, especially those who said they truly loved her. Because of her father, she would doubt that she could ever be much. Because of him, she forever knew “Boo” …

To be continued....
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DIY~ Fall Wreath

Pine Cone Wreath

Pine cones are the most inexpensive crafting material out there, and make beautiful additions to fall wreaths. You can pick up a few right in your own backyard!

Make the Wreath: Wrap a 16-inch wreath form with burlap ribbon and loop a piece around the wreath form for hanging. Paint the tip of 40 pine cones in fall colors such as orange, yellow, and beige with acrylic paint. Brush the tips of 10 pine cones with matte Mod Podge and sprinkle with gold and copper glitter. once dry, wrap an 18-inch length of floral wire around the base of each pine cone and twist tie around the wreath form to secure, layering and overlapping them as you go.

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