Post some niceness ! There is too much negativity in the world. (page 2)

SafeAtHome

My husband loves to garden but our property is mostly shaded, so he rents a plot at a nearby community garden. Most every time he goes over, another gardner is there and they usually end up sharing the bounty, whatever the other doesn't have in their own garden. Yesterday he gave a lady a basket of green beans, she gave him some beautiful red bell peppers.

My daughter is a pet sitter. One of her clients is a teacher, so she just started back for the school year to care for her 2 adorable Pugs. The lady teaches 2nd grade and often takes treats to her students, and she always leaves one for my daughter. My daughter is 28, but getting that little treat, a packet of gummie fruits, a tootsie roll pop, etc, always makes her day! Many here mentioned pet stories...yes they fill our lives with so much joy as they each have their own little personalities. They love us even when we are not at our best.

Heartofaboy

This a lovely thread, thanks for starting Newhope.

joyfulfader

The sun is shining, life is great and my tomatoes FINALLY came in....all 7 plants. Time to make fresh tomato sauce!!!

LisaRose

Pets are amazing. Numerous studies have proven that people who have pets suffer less from depression, so here's to "fur therapy".

My cat Lizzie really likes music. If there is music on the TV, she gets up and presses her ear to the speakers. When I have Pandora on her favorite station (meditation music) she will come and sit on the Kindle (I have a protective covers so she won't hurt it). She moves her ears back and forth and will bend down to hear better, she looks totally blissed out. It never fails to make me laugh.

St George of England

A recent article in the Liverpool Echo reported that a woman has sued Arrow Park Hospital, saying that after her husband had surgery there, he lost all interest in sex.

A hospital spokesman replied:-

"Mr. Maynard was admitted for cataract surgery. All we did was correct his eyesight."

humbled

Guineas are a wild sort of bird. They sort of take care of themselves. But sometimes they need a little help.

An owl killed my male guinea and one hen this spring. I quickly purchased more baby guineas but the male would not be serviceable this season. Nevertheless, the remaining two guinea hens dutifully and secretly laid eggs to set when the days got long --but without a male their eggs were not fertile.

I knew that hey were in for a long and futile effort--

After a few weeks, I found one nester and replaced her eggs with a half dozen fertile chicken eggs so her faithfulness would result in something. Then I found the other's nest a week later. So I robbed a few eggs back from the first guinea to slip under the other worn out girl--they would be liberated on the same day!

A bit later, I saw Guinea One wandering about in a confused state. Something had eaten her eggs. Poor thing so near to her hatch!

But guinea two went on and--on the day appointed for chickens to hatch(21 days) I sneaked up to her nest

And a bit of white cheeping fluff eye-balled me from her breast---and then another peered out.

In no time at all her ugly raucous voice was warning dog, cat, and any other trespassers to clear out from her babies! But however fierce she was with other creatures she eventually accepted her barren sister into her family.

Now they are wandering up and down the yard and the garden rows with pride and purpose. The chicks have got some real gams on them for sure-- ruggedly keeping up with their wild mama and loving aunty.

O, Life!

Heartofaboy

I like it St George.......

new hope and happiness

What a lovely positive thread...thanks for all your replys...life really can be nice cant it, with visits to charity shops, cups of tea on the market. Its the little things i think that make life nice.

But today inspired by this post i decoded to splash the cash and i bought my wife 2 hours of beauty theraphy at a high class salon in Knightsbridge. Mind you that two hours was just for the estimate.

Band on the Run

One of the key events that signaled our liberation from the WT was when my mom purchased Rascal, a spunky miniature fox terrier. We only had hew a few weeks when she made a mess on the floor. My mom picked up a decorative tole tray and ordered Rascal, who was obdient, to get beat. The humans knew there was no way my mom would do anything more. In fact, Rascal would prob. end up getting the spot behind her eyes massaged. She loved that. Rascal was new to my mom's regime. She openly defied my mom and plunged under the sofa. Rascal knew down to the quarter inch where she could not be grabbed. My eyes were popping out. Suddenly, I realized how much brighter Rascal was than me. I stood up and gave her a standing ovation. My brother and sister joined me. Rascal's attitude was I am a dog. I am not stupid. The very act heralded good times.

Rascal decided to walk with me miles to get a New York Times. I told her to stay home but she refused. She walked so steadily until I purchased the very thick and slipping Sunday Times. Rascal decided she was tired. She refused to budge. I played little kid with her and announced that it was nice knowing her. After four blocks I looked back. She was sitting calmly outside the newspaper store. So I walked for miles with a Sunday times under one arm and a fox terrier in the other. Both newspaper and dog kept slipping. Next time I will chain her at home.

I was not Rascal's favorite. Not even when I fed her exclusive table scraps. She ran up the hill and flirted with some huge Rotweillers. Most times she would not even acknowledge me. When I saw her cavorting flirtatiously with the Rotweillers, I could not believe my eyes. I walked up calmly b/c I did not want to trigger the Rotweillers. When I reached the top, Rascal immediately hid behind me, allowing me to meet ferocious Rotweillers. I said hello to the Rotweillers and walked away. Rascal persisted in letting me be the first one they would attack.

We could not have dogs when I was a child. My father abused them. Wherever we travelled, dogs seemed to know his history. The smallest dogs rushed in to bite him. There would be 30 humans present. The dogs focused on no one else. I would stare at Rascal for hours. Her ears, paws, etc. were so entertaining. A live dog living with us. She was smothered with affection.

ShirleyW

Good one St. George and an embarrassment to that woman I'm sure.

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