Last Day of School !!!

I went to TJ's school for Award Ceremony this morning. TJ got a certificate for being on Honor Roll A & B all year! He also got a necklace for earning AR 50 points. He Also got a trophy as he earned AR 100 points. Bravo!

he would have gotten more if he haven't lost the books and they wouldn't let him check more books out. Finally his dad found the books at the poppa's house. Whew! If we haven't found them, We will have to pay for books. Yikes! heh! But that's ok I am proud of TJ for trying hard. :)

One kid earned AR 708 points. everyone stood up and applauded cuz that is the highest honor! wow! I wonder if that's the highest in Arkansas? or what? hmm. Who knows...

Today is the last day of school. TJ is so exciting as summer vacation just STARTED! He is outside playing with his cousins Dylan and Jace in redneck pool. Dylan is wearing his undie and Jace have undie on with swimsuit on top. TJ have his swim shorts and dragon shirt on. loL..

After the kids are done playing in the water. TJ and I will go to town to do errands for my mom as she need few things.

Hope all of you have a great day! :)

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If you love dog stories -- and we know you do -- you'll really
love this one. It's so good, it would make a great TV episode.
Reminded us of Lassie. Thanks Kathleene!

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SENTRY OF THE HOMESTEAD
by Kathleene S. Baker

The year was 1924.
With supper finished, Grandpa gathered up table scraps and went
outside to feed Shep. He called and whistled several times but the
Collie didn't come running.
Worry set in immediately. Shep never failed to be waiting at
the back step for tasty morsels.
"Have any of you kids seen Shep? He's always here for dinner
scraps," Grandpa hollered through the screen door. He'd not been
seen since noon by any of the six children or by Grandma.
Grandpa headed towards the barn hoping Shep had not tangled with
the nasty Holstein bull. He was a wicked fella, but was registered
and sired outstanding offspring for the family dairy farm.
Just as Grandpa neared the cellar he heard a faint whimper from
within. In the dark, damp cellar he found Shep resting. He didn't
raise his head nor wag his tail. He offered a weak moan, sighed, and
closed his eyes.
He'd been bitten by a venomous snake -- his right front leg was
badly swollen and fiery red.
Quickly a fresh pan of water, a few bites of food, and blankets
were carried down the cellar steps. A soft bed was made and Shep was
gently placed upon it. He refused food or drink. Grandpa spoke to
him affectionately and stroked his beautiful head. From the day he'd
brought the tiny pup home there had been a special bond between the
two.
Grandpa checked on Shep faithfully and tried to encourage food
and drink. Shep would not touch food and the level in his water pan
never changed. Therefore, after 24 hours, Grandpa gently opened his
mouth and dribbled water from his fingertips to moisten his tongue.
The procedure was repeated numerous times daily as well as wrapping
the effected leg with cool, wet rags to hopefully control the
swelling. Coal oil was applied to the actual bite area using a
chicken feather, for even the slightest touch caused extreme pain.
On the fifth day, Shep lapped at warm oatmeal Grandma had
prepared and took his first drink of water. His now dull but loving
eyes bore into Grandpa's as if to say, "I'm doing my best to hang on
-- don't give up on me."
The family came running when they heard Grandpa's whoops of
excitement. On the tenth day, he found Shep waiting for dinner
scraps. He'd made his way up and out of the cellar! The kids, who
had been ordered not to enter the cellar during his illness, all but
smothered the dog with hugs and kisses.
One the mend, he returned to his normal evening ritual -- lazing
next to Grandpa's chair, his head resting atop Grandpa's foot. And,
bedtime found him sleeping on a pallet in the grandparent's bedroom.
With tender care, the young Collie gradually made a complete recovery.
* * *
Shep was a valued asset on the dairy farm and his herding
instincts were flawless. He grew to be a strong, brilliant canine
that was devoted to the entire family. As six children roamed the
countryside hunting, fishing, or exploring, Grandma and Grandpa never
worried if Shep was at their side.
Come spring, Shep supervised most all crops being planted.
Harley, one of the teenage sons, began sowing kaffir corn one cool,
crisp morning just after sunrise. It was an arduous task handling a
team of four workhorses and a single row planter. The Collie only
wandered occasionally searching hedge rows for rabbits in need of a
good chase.
By late morning, the temperature had risen considerably. Harley
stopped the team by the bags of seed for another load. He tossed his
jacket atop one bag and sat down for a brief rest under a nearby
tree. Shep rested his head on Harley's leg and nudged his hand for
an ear rub. They both dozed briefly until awakened by a clanging
dinner bell -- the noon meal was ready.
Harley approached his jacket. Shep clamped down on his arm, and
pulled him in the opposite direction.
Having never witnessed such behavior, Harley knew it was not an
attempt to play. He stepped forward slowly. Shep placed himself
between Harley and the jacket.
"Ok, boy. You're telling me something is wrong with my jacket.
I understand now."
Shep whined as Harley gently lifted one edge of the jacket
upward. He heard it before he saw it. Beneath his jacket lay a
coiled up rattlesnake -- its rattles quivering and tongue flicking to
taste the air!
Harley backed away cautiously, as did Shep.
"Good boy, good boy, Shep!"
They raced to the farm house, collapsed in the shade of a
cottonwood tree, and had a lively wrestling match to celebrate Shep's
vigilance.
On the south Kansas plains, long before it was customary for
dogs to be considered a family member, Shep held that very
distinction. It was his from the moment Grandpa held the tiny pup in
one hand and gazed into his enchanting eyes.
In return, Shep became a stanch protector of Grandpa's family
and sentry of the homestead.

-- Kathleene S. Baker

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Kathleene and husband, Jerry, reside in Plano, Texas. They share
their home with two terribly spoiled Schnauzers. A freelancer, she
has contributed to magazines, newspapers, anthologies and writes a
weekly column entitled "Heart of Texas." You can visit her website
here: http://www.txyellowrose.com
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LOST JAPANESE PARROT TELLS VET HIS ADDRESS

TOKYO (AP) May 21 -- When Yosuke the parrot flew out of his cage
and got lost, he did exactly what he had been taught -- recite his
name and address to a stranger willing to help.
Police rescued the African grey parrot two weeks ago from a
neighbor's roof in the city of Nagareyama, near Tokyo. After
spending a night at the station, he was transferred to a nearby
veterinary hospital while police searched for clues, local policeman
Shinjiro Uemura said.
The parrot didn't say anything to the cops, but began chatting
after a few days with the vet.
"I'm Mr. Yosuke Nakamura," the bird told the veterinarian,
according to Uemura. The parrot also provided his full home address,
down to the street number, and even entertained the hospital staff by
singing songs.
"We checked the address, and what do you know, a Nakamura family
really lived there. So we told them we've found Yosuke," Uemura said.
The Nakamura family told police they had been teaching the bird
its name and address for about two years. But Yosuke apparently
wasn't keen on opening up to police officials.
"I tried to be friendly and talked to him, but he completely
ignored me," Uemura said.

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PIT BULL SAVES OWNER FROM SWORD WIELDING BOYFRIEND

May 20 -- A domestic dispute that included the use of a Samurai
sword and a Pit Bull led a Jamestown man to jump out a second-floor
window Monday night, before he was apprehended hiding between some
mattresses on a nearby porch, Jamestown police said.
The incident began at about 8:10pm, when a concerned neighbor
called 911 to report a loud domestic dispute on West 10th Street.
Police later learned that a 27-year-old man had punched his
girlfriend in the head and put the sword to her throat, before her
Pit Bull bit him several times, police said.
As officers were interviewing the 28-year-old woman, a neighbor
told police that the man had jumped out the bedroom window. Wearing
only jeans and socks, he was tracked down by the Jamestown police K-9
Unit and found lying between several mattresses stacked vertically on
a West 10th Street back porch.
Officers charged Nicholas Clark of North Main Street with
assault, menacing and criminal possession of a weapon.

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