Rescue Puppy

Click to contribute to Save Margie.

 Meet Margie.  She's 3 months old and has had quite the story.  We know she's a lab mix, we're just not sure with what, but we suspect it's a Great Dane mix because she's tall and lanky instead of stocky like a Staffordshire Terrier.  She's absolutely been an angel the last week we've had her.  Her only problem is she can't breathe well.  Her right lung is hyperinflated and obstructed so the air can't escape.  We are trying to raise money so we can fix this for her and help her live a long, happy life.  She's made friends with Shamus, who we thought would never like another dog except as a snack, and LOVES chewing on his bones and other various toys (she's teething!)  We are doing our best to keep her healthy until we can fix her lungs, and have been lucky enough to get some more weight on her skinny bones.  She's even grown about a pound this week and outgrew one harness.  She's very smart and deserves the same chance that all rescued pets get: life.  We aren't giving up on her vibrant personality until she's ready, and we hope that you can contribute to Miss Margie's health and well being.  Please follow the link to contribute.  Any amount is helpful and every penny appreciated beyond what words can explain.

Thank you,

Krystal & Drew Nelson

Alternative Music

Emotion.  A little angry, a little sad, a modicum of happiness and a heaping helpful of frustration.  What do I stand for?  Today, I don’t know.  Today, I am incapable of motivation.  Incapable of one emotion.  Incapable of pushing through it.  A moment.  I just need a moment.  A quiet corner without chewing, without talking, without money and hunger and thirst.  Beneath primitive needs, beneath cultural needs that just aren’t necessary.  Where am I today?  What do I do to get back to good? 

I push you away.  I pull myself the opposite direction then yearn for some warmth.

I can’t tolerate the cold yet it’s the only place it seems to be quiet.

I fall to my knees and sink in.

A little down, a little cringe, a modicum of happiness and a heaping helpful of resentment.  What do I stand for?  Yesterday, I thought I knew.  Yesterday I had a goal.  I’d made a decision, I could push through.  I was focused and prepared for anything…but today.  Today I need a moment, just one minute to myself to find my voice and scream.  The only thing that runs constant is music…a little melody to narrate the story of my life, one that only I can hear.  Where do I go to get back to yesterday?

I push myself away, then pull everything behind me and drag it down.

I can’t tolerate the cold, yet it’s the only place that makes warm feel warm enough.

I fall to my knees in my dreams and keep falling.

A little tired, some relief, a modicum of relaxation and a heaping helpful of expectation.  What will I stand for?  Tomorrow, what will I know?  Today I have a goal.  Tomorrow, I don’t know.  I think I’ll begin.  Begin to stand up, ease the bruising on my knees.  Begin to breathe in after my scream, begin to sigh with relief.  Today, I will turn up the music, turn up the beat, turn up the corners of my mouth and smile through.  Today’s little melody will drown out yesterdays and I’ll get back to knowing one thing.  I’ll know where I came from, and that I don’t want to go back. 

I push myself.  I’ll pull myself up. 

I can’t tolerate the cold, but I’m warm enough for now.

My knees are weak, but I won’t fall.

Today I will dance instead.