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Cat Puzzle!

Posted by paula shene on March 24, 2015 at 9:40 AM Comments comments (1)

What is the best formula for assembling a 3 foot 3-D Cat Puzzle? 



I purchased a 3-D puzzle that was estimated to be about 3ft when completely assembled. The puzzle was in the shape of a cat that was divided into one-thousand pieces. It took me about a month to completely assemble the whole puzzle. When I first begin to put the puzzle together I figured it would be easier to connect the edges first. Unfortunately trying to connect the edges first turned out to be more of a headache for me.

Let’s look at the three different approaches I took to make assembling the puzzle easier!


  • First, I placed all the pieces together that looked similar. Any puzzle pieces that had the same color or patterns on them were placed in individual piles. Pieces that had traces of the borders were also placed in a separate pile.  


  • Next, I assembled different scenes into sections on the table. There were puzzle pieces with flowers, pieces with cute cat features and pieces with parts of a bird house. By connecting all the different scenes separately I was able to stay focused on the task of completing the puzzle. I also found that assembling the puzzle pieces this way made my project a more enjoyable experience.

  • Finally, when all the scenes were completely assembled I connected them. Then I was able to work on the borders of the puzzle with much more efficiency. Once I could see the puzzle scheme a little more clearly, I then added any addition pieces to complete my puzzle project.



I really enjoyed assembling this puzzle but I had only one drawback. I was missing four of the last pieces… LOL! 

                                                                                                                                                                           Written By: Linn Reights

How would you have handled the task of putting this puzzle together?

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Weekly Doggie Names and Meanings

Posted by paula shene on March 12, 2015 at 8:35 AM Comments comments (0)

Bert’s Doggie Names and Means of the Week!


Name: Hunter

Hunter – is the name for a very loving dog. Hunter is loyal and known to be the leader of the pack. Once you look into his eyes you’ll never want to let him go!



Name: Ruby

Ruby – is a social butterfly. Ruby makes friends fast and is super easy to get along with. She has an awesome personality and is the life of the party. Let’s hear it for Ruby!



Name: Max

Max – can be unpredictable and a little messy during feeding time. Even though he can be a bit irritating at times, Max will still manage to steal your heart away!



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Cat Facts!

Posted by paula shene on March 6, 2015 at 10:40 AM Comments comments (0)

Bert's Fun Cat Facts of the Week!

How well do you know your cat? Here are some interesting facts about cats that might just surprise you.:):):)


Cats have fewer teeth in their mouths than dogs. A dog has 42 teeth in its mouth while the lovable feline has 30.


When kittens are born their eyes are a gorgeous shade of blue. However, after a few months the kitten’s eyes will change to the color they were meant to be.


Cats have over 100 different vocal sounds. They also step with both of their right legs and then their left legs as they run or walk.


If you give your cat tap water to drink, let the water sit for about 24-hours. This should help reduce any symptoms your cat maybe experiencing due to your cat's sensitivity to the chlorine located in tap water.

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Weekly Doggie Names and Meanings

Posted by paula shene on March 2, 2015 at 3:30 PM Comments comments (0)

Bert's Doggie Names and Meanings of the Week!


 Name: Bert


Bert – is the name of a rather intelligent dog. He has the ability to please others while impressing them at the same time. If your dog’s name is Bert then you have one special Pooch!



Name: Randall 

Randall – is the leader of the wolf pack. He is fun to be around and will love you forever. If you have a dog name Randell, get ready to have your heart swept away!



Name: Lucy

Lucy – has outstanding character and is filled with never-ending amusement. If you own a cutie named Lucy, be prepared to be hypnotized by her beautiful eyes!


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Hello from Bert!

Posted by paula shene on February 28, 2015 at 7:40 AM Comments comments (2)

Hello K-9 Boys and Girls!   

My name is Bert!  I'll be stopping by from time to time, leaving bites of information. For now, I want to wish Mandy, Snoopy, Shadow and Sophitia a friendly day. I would also like to say "Good Day" to all the wonderful readers that stop by to pay a visit.:D

Talk to everyone real soon!!

Bert! :) :):)

Three Things to Consider When Purchasing a New Chew for Your Dog!

Posted by paula shene on February 28, 2015 at 7:15 AM Comments comments (0)

Do you know what to consider when choosing the right chew for your dog? Let’s take a look at some simple things most people overlook.

Things to consider when choosing a chew.:)

Taste – selecting the right tasting chew for your dog can be tricky, you’re going to need to know which flavors your dog likes or dislikes. Try buying a few flavors, peanut butter, hickory-smoked, chicken…etc. and test them out on your dog. If he rejects one flavor, move on to the next.

Natural or Un-natural – research the benefits to using natural chews sourced from single ingredients vs using unnatural chews that are processed. Both promise to support the health of your dog’s mouth, but only you can determine which would be the healthier choice for your dog’s total well-being.

Nutritional Value – take the time to research the nutrient’s contained in a chew. It’s good to know if additives have been added or if it has any possible opportunist pathogens. Research how the chew was processed and the type of source that was used to make the chew.

What type of chewer is your dog?

Soft Chewers – are typically dogs that have a softer bite. Smaller softer bones would work better for these doggies and provide them a more enjoyable chewing experience.

Aggressive Chewers – may require harder bones that last longer. Stay mindful of the size of your dog’s mouth when selecting a chew for your mighty chewer.

Picky Chewers – may not prefer working at chewing. Try softening your dog’s chew by soaking it, if applicable, or scratch it to release some of the odors.

Safety Concerns of the Chew.

Choking – is one of the risk factors your dog can encounter when using a chew. However, if you supervise your dog’s chew time you can remove any smaller pieces that break off or splinter, thus preventing choking or intestinal blockage.

Allergies – talk to your dog’s veterinarian or wherever you purchase your dog’s supplies to find other alternative sources that provide chews specific for your pet’s sensitive needs.

Breaking a tooth – If your dog is able to get a chew to fit comfortably to the back of its mouth, there is a chance he’ll be able to bite down with greater force, thus breaking a tooth. Replace the chew with one that fits the size of your dog’s mouth while staying mindful that he needs to be able to enjoy the chew as well.



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Fistful of Bullies

Posted by paula shene on March 21, 2014 at 8:40 PM Comments comments (0)

part four, conclusion {story and illustrations can be found in The Peacock Writers Present Springtime Bullies for Children's Charities published on Smashwords and Createspace weekend March  22, 2014}

Fistful of Bullies, part four conclusion


“Fighting is not an answer,” growled Oscar. “Letting anyone hurt you isn’t the answer, either. Let’s see what happens next. Looks like everyone is starting to sit down. Let get our seats.”


Everyone became very quiet when they saw the next float come into sight. On it was the three bullies.


“I’m Tarka,”and gesturing toward the others, “this is Patchi, and this one is Socki. We are moving into Nixietown just as is Biscuit and his family.”


The audience was looking one to another, when Tarka cleared his throat and in a quieter tone of voice said, “I come from a large family, and many of them are a bit deaf so I am used to yelling. Socki and Patchi are my younger brothers. I was called Tarka the Timid because I was afraid of a lot of things. Other bullies picked on me so I decided to do the same back to them. I found this did not work until I started to pick on someone less strong than me. While Socki and Patchi were willing to go back to being nice, I didn’t. I had to go to special classes to learn the way I was acting was not acceptable, and the next step would be jail.”


A murmur could be heard from the audience, some saying, “Serves you right, you bully,” while others were saying “Maybe he has changed.” “Do we want this living in our town?”said by others.


“I learned that I must accept my actions, good or bad, no matter what others did to me. It was wrong when the bullies picked on me, but it was wrong when I tried to get back at them in a mean way. I got hurt worse. I should have learned my lesson there, but I didn’t, so I went looking for someone smaller. Biscuit is smaller and younger, so I picked on him. I brought shame to my parents and would not listen to them. I am thankful I did listen when I went to classes teaching me how to control my anger. It is not how you feel, it is how you react,” said Tarka in a near whisper, “I am truly sorry for the hurt I did to Biscuit, and am happy he has forgiven me and is now my friend.”


The audience mingled with the cast, the people who told their story by a re-inaction play. They found all the young and old dragons a delightful addition to the Nixietown folks and all seem to have much to think about, especially the thought of forgiveness.









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Posted by PAULA SHENE on December 7, 2012 at 11:50 PM Comments comments (0)





It was a mere week before Christmas as Mandy and her Pack lay sleeping in their home on Locus Street... while up in the North Pole, Santa goes about making Mandy’s dream, a reality.




“Front and center, Head Elves. We have a large dream to fulfill and I will need you all, young and old alike, to keep your pointy ears open and be on your toes.”


“Santa... are you talking about Mandy The Alpha Dog? That is a big, big dream and I’m not sure we can do it all by Christmas Eve.”


“When have you ever failed me, Gunter? Surely, Master Gunny, you will not fail me... no, not this year, please. You need to get all your Merry Band of Artisans together and get them on the road. There are thousands, no hundreds of thousands and we have little time to waste.”


"I totally am on this, Dude... umm... Santa, but sometimes we need more help, like, say, miracles... something we usually leave to the Big Guy.” Seeing Santa’s eyebrow raised, he quickly says, “All right, all right. I won’t tell you, I can’t. I’m just saying this is going to be hard.”


As he turns to go, he hears Santa murmur, ‘Don’t I know it. It was easier making the toys march.’’




“Master Gunny? How are we going to change people’s hearts? Most think this type of present is too much bother... and then they throw it away.”


“But... ours is not to do or... well... there just is no ‘or’ in our case. We will do this, Pariel. Tell your wife to be ready to go in ten minutes. I have the rest of the troops to round up. I will be in the last sleigh when we take off. I’ll be seeing to it so we have no stragglers. You will be the lead sleigh. See you at the stable in ten minutes. Oh, and bring your young ones.”


Gunter, or Master Gunny as everyone calls him, shoves his hands deeply into his pockets, pulls his hat down over his pointy ears, and with his head down, walks into the whirling snow.


The drifts look like swirls icing on a cake fit for a child’s birthday. Beautiful... a white Christmas for all the boys and girls. But, he thinks, better find my gloves and scarf before take off. It's beautiful but wow, it is cold!


Ten minutes later, he watches as the Serago family rush through the stable door. Pariel is prodding his two younger sons while his wife, Pinde holds onto Maro’s hand. The daughters are poking and shoving behind their parent's backs until Pinde turns and gives them her special Mama Elf stare.


“Okay line up. Fin! Isil! Maro! Luti! Lari! Twee! No more time for foolery. We’re in the head sleigh and I don’t want to catch any of you falling off. The team of reindeer picked may be second stringers, but they're swift in their strides and tomfoolery will send you tumbling!”


“Yes, Papa but who will pull our sleigh tonight?” the children sing out, in perfect harmony...


"Dear for deer, "Papa sings back, “My little dears may each pick a deer of their own.” The children run, elbowing and poking, towards the reindeer.


“I’ve got Morwa,” sings Fin, “Ha, ha,ha!”


“Holi is my pick,” trills Twee.


“Nappe!,” Isil holds the high C note on the ‘e’ until Papa bellows, “ PLEASE pick a pack of pullers peacefully! All this peeping and piping is p... p...”


"Positively un - pleasant?" offered Pinde.


"Preee - cisely! Papa patted her on the back. "Proceed, my dears."


“I have Reni,” twitters Luti.


"Mine is Rane,” chirps Lari.


“Latte” croons, Maro, as he leads her to the sleigh.


"Dear wife, will yours be Zindal?"


"Of course, Sweetheart. Just as yours will be Sari, his mate. These two shall lead the others." She scans the stable area where the reins are kept, but does not see them. "Isil Aen Serago, where are the reindeer leads with the bells? It was your responsibility to put them away."


"Oh,oh... be right back," Isil yells as he bolts out the door, running for home where he had thrown the leads under his bed for safekeeping, thinking, I'll put them away tomorrow. Then he had started reading that interesting story on 'Reindeer in their Natural Habitat' and completely forgot the leads under his bed. Good thing I'm the fastest runner on our track team 'cause Mama used my whole name. And when she does that, I know she's annoyed.




"Finally, they're all asleep. It'll be a couple of hours before we reach our first center for pickup. If there aren't too many to pick up, we could let them sleep for a bit longer."


"Are we going to take them all or only the ones with problems? You know some people only want the perfect ones, Pariel."


"I know, my sweet Pinde, but Mandy's dream is about the 'dinged' ones this year. Don't worry, there will be more than enough to go around. Unfortunately, there always is more than enough. Just relax, the reindeer know where they're going.


If you want to nap too, while the little ones are snoozing, here's your chance." Pinde stays awake as their sleigh weaves the winds in the ways of heaven, trailed... by hundreds of sleighs dotting the air between the sparkling night lights of the stars.




"Okay, everyone, wake up. We've got a load and half here to pick up and get back to Santa." As all his darlings rub their eyes, Pariel continues, "Now, kids, I want you to be quiet. Mama says you are like that sometimes, though I've yet to see it, so now it is time to show me, because our pickups will be scared and need you to be gentle. Noises will scare them. And another thing, these all have homes already so no, you can't keep them."


"Yes, Papa. We know how to touch gently and speak softly. We promise." said the children, very, very quietly.


Night after night, for a week, until Christmas Eve finally arrived - when they turn back to Santa with their last precious load, if you had looked just right, at just the right time, you might have seen that caring caravan crossing the quiet heavens.


Christmas has come early to some of the children expecting their gift. Each night, when the Serago family along with the hundreds of other Elfin families returned to the North Pole, they found Santa awaiting them. He took each load and fit it into his magic sleigh. It looked just like any of the other transports the elves used but it's magic was that it could easily and comfortably fit everything inside - from the hundreds of regular sleighs that arrived! Hundreds... ... to their forever homes, well, forever!


Each one of these precious presents, pets that had been 'dinged' by carelessness, cruelty or simple neglect, loving animals that had been victims of hurt they never deserved, every one of them now got a second, a better, chance at finding, at having and keeping... love.


They were going to homes where the children wanted them and would love them, taking care to feed and play and walk and sometimes clean up after because they were, after all, dogs and cats and birds and rats and bunnies, hamsters and all sorts of pets that children love.




"Mandy, was that Santa I saw leaving?"


"Yes, Sophitia, it was. He stopped for cookies and milk and to tell me it took a week for my dream present to happen."


"Did you ask him again for forever homes for all the abused animals?"


"Yes, Shadow. This year took a lot more time and he told me a secret but I can share it with you all."


"Mandy, a secret is something you're not supposed to tell, otherwise, it's not a secret."


"I know that, Snooper. But this is a different kind of a secret. This is a secret that needs to be told. Black animals OR white animals have a really hard time being adopted. People like animals with lots of different colors but not those colors."


"Well, Mandy, that ain't true. It can't be true. I mean, well, I'm black and white and everybody loves me."


"Because you're so modest, Shadow? I didn't say black AND white, I said black OR white. Santa said he kept a white cat and a black dog. Also a lot of the Elfin families took in bunnies and hamsters and snakes and rats and Guinea Pigs, Salamanders, and Geckos and some dogs and cats, too."


"Did you happen to notice, Mandy, Santa left three dogs in the living room."


"Three!? That means, we're seven now."


"Wake up Mandy, wake up! Are you okay? You fainted. You've been wanting more pups in our pack so I told Santa. I thought you'd be pleased. It was my Christmas present to you. Are you happy?"


"It was just a bit of a shock, Snooper, but this does make it a MERRY CHRISTMAS for all. You better take me to them. It's time for them to meet their leader."




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Mason and The Rainbow Bridge

Posted by PAULA SHENE on April 29, 2012 at 8:20 PM Comments comments (0) and the Rainbow Bridge

by Paula Shene


“Hey, wait up guys. I wanna go to the party too,” hollered Peaches.

The dogs had gathered around Mason. He told them he had an important announcement to make. Everyone was now waiting for Peaches to get to the gathering so Mason would share his news.

“Come on, short stuff. You’re holdin’ the party up,” Shadow yelled.

Mason who usually went into the yard on solitary walks had asked the pack to follow him outside. He said he wanted to tell his message with everyone present.

Mason was the oldest in the pack at almost one hundred and nineteen dog years. He had developed heart trouble in the past couple of months, so he knew it was time to break the vow of silence he had made when he first arrived at the Home for Rescued Dogs, when he was a mere sixteen years or one hundred and twelve dog years old.

“Patience, Shadow. She’s a young one and the pups see time much more endless than we old dogs. I can wait. There is still time,” Mason assured Shadow.

“The rest of us want to hear this mysterious news of yours, so we are impatient, but as long as you don’t mind, the rest of us will just relax and follow your lead. Ah, here she is now. Go ahead Mason and lay your news on us,” Shadow said.

“I’m ready to go home and wanted to tell you all how much I appreciated my time with this family and all you boys and girls,” Mason told the pack.

Sophitia was confused. “I thought this is home, Mason. Where are you going?”

“Well, Sophitia,” the older dog, Mason, stopped a moment to clear his throat, “I’m ready to make my trip across the Rainbow Bridge. You may have noticed, I’ve been spending time out here close to the other animals that have gone on before, sorta getting tips from them on what to look for, so when my time comes, my stepping onto the bridge will be an easy passage.”

“Are you sure you need to go today? Couldn’t you stick around for a little more time,” Mandy begged him.

Mason looked at Mandy, their Alpha, “Mandy, you and the pack have been super, but there is a time and a place for everything and I’m ready to go. You’ve been asking, and I’ve put off telling you because I’ve not faced the horrors some of you have before you got here, but now it is time to tell you how I went from a pup that was well loved to where I was considered too much of a bother, and was discarded, and no longer cared for. Fortunately for me, I was dumped on those wonderful people at the North Shore Animal League. I was doubly blessed because Daddy Pres and Mommy Meghan were talking to the in-take people when I was turned over...for disposal.”

Shadow was shaken, “Disposal? They wanted you put down?”

“Yes, Shadow, that’s exactly what The Niece wanted. Let me tell you all how this came about and then if you have any questions, I will answer them before I go.”


Mason laid down and invited the pack to also get comfortable while he told them his story.

I was the runt and the only male in a litter of three pure blood beagle puppies. My father, Leo, and mother, Sara, were the lead dogs in a family of retired hunters. Their humans were kind and when it was time for us pups to leave dad and mom behind, the humans interviewed carefully and made sure our new families would love and take care of us.

My human was a ten-year-old boy named Tom, and unless he was in school, I was with him. We would go down to the local creek. Tom loved to fish. I would help dig worms to go on the hook and we’d head out for the day. Tom always shared his food and water with me and after playing fetch for a while, most times he would tell me to lie down, and he would use the pole his daddy cut from the bamboo in his yard. But sometimes, he would have me jump in the water, catch some fish, and throw them onto the shore. That happened when he didn’t catch anything and wanted to eat fish that night anyway.

Then there were times we went swimming but that was only with his mom and dad. I had a lot of fun with him, until he got into high school. He had so many activities before he got home from school and then lots of homework to do before bed, we hardly ever went fishing. Then he met Marie. She didn’t like dogs. She said I was smelly and dirty, so when she came over I was put in the yard until she left. One day she came over and didn’t leave. She and Tom got married.

Tom’s dad and mom took me in as their dog when I was seventy-seven dog years old. I was still feeling spry and would have loved to do some running but the folks said they were too old to be playing with a pup.

One day, dad’s niece came over and said she would take me off their hands. Her son would like a dog. I thought this was a good thing because her son, Harry, was a ten-year-old and I remembered all the fun I had with Tom. That was a mistake. Harry didn’t like taking care of me. Not wanting to walk me or feed me. He said I was too much trouble. His mother, The Niece, said, ‘Fine, I’ll take care of Mason. He’s old and won’t live too long anyway.” But I lived with them for thirty-five of my years. I spent most of my time tied up in the back yard unless it was really cold, then I lived in the bathroom.

One sunny afternoon in September last year, The Niece said, “Come on Mason, we’re going to the fair.” It was great getting out to stretch my legs and inhaling all the delicious food aromas. But my stomach started to cramp from the smells. I was hungry. I couldn’t remember any more when I wasn’t hungry. We walked past a lot of booths, food stands, and so many people. I didn’t know there were that many people in the world.

We came to a booth that had dogs in cages. The Niece said, “I understand you take animals that are not wanted. I have this dog and I want him put down.”

The man looked at me, then at the woman with him. He asked The Niece, “What’s wrong with him.? Why would you want him put down?”

The Niece said to the man, “His name’s Mason. My aunt and uncle are getting up there in age, so I took him off their hands, but my son didn’t take to Mason and I’ve ended up taking care of him for the past five years. That’s enough time. He’s old. Time to put him down. So, are you going to take him off my hands or not?”

The woman said, “Of course, we’ll take Mason. We’ll take care of him for you.” Without saying another word, The Niece quickly walked away into the crowd of people.

The man turned to Daddy Pres and Mommy Meghan, saying, “You were looking for a Beagle. This one is a bit older, but sounds like he would fit in with the others you have at your home. These pups we have here in cages are looking for homes and we don’t have a cage for Mason. No charge for him. You’d be doing us a favor if you took him.”


Mason Slowly stood up and shook the dust from his coat. I thought I finally found my last humans when Mommy Meghan and Daddy Pres brought me here but after I got to meet you pups, I got to meet Grandpa and Grandma. This family was so much bigger...and better than I expected.”


Mason, again cleared his throat, and continued on, “I said good bye to all the humans before we came into the yard. I don’t think Grandpa understood but Grandma had a sad look in her eyes when she said she would let me out. I wanted to talk to you guys before I cross over. Both Grandpa and Grandma were very sad when Snooper went on last year. I know Mandy, you miss Snooper too. You boys and girls need to be a comfort when I go because I think Grandpa and Grandma will be sad again.”

“You’ve talked with Snooper, Mason?” Mandy asked, with hope in her voice.

“Yes, Mandy, I believe I have. I could hear their voices as plain as day and I feel I know just what they are saying. In fact, I’m sure Snooper is waiting on the bridge to walk me over. Pupple, Winnie, Pogo, Porgy, Buddy, and Mocha... and some I’ve never met – yet. They’re waiting for me on the other side, too.”

“I don’t see the bridge or him or anyone around, Mason. Are you sure it’s your time to cross over?”


“Yes, Mandy. I’m sure. I’ve had a pretty good life compared to some of the things that you younger ones have faced. Now, I’m ready to leave and go to the final Forever Home. Take care of one another and take care of our humans – they know so little but, some of them, well... they care so much.

Mason, turning to step on the Rainbow Bridge, looked back at the pack saying, “So, until we meet again, this has to be goodbye.”

"Goodbye for now, Mason!" they all yelled.

Shadow saying to the pack, and nudging Mandy, “Come on girls and boys. Mandy, it’s time for me to take some of the responsibility off your shoulders, I’ll tell the humans Mason is now with Snooper and the other animals that used to live here. We still have a funeral to attend, and a good friend to celebrate having known.”

Shadow pushed open the door, finding Grandma, he put his head on her lap, and told her about Mason and The Rainbow Bridge.

This story appears in The Rain Cloud's Gift written for Children's Charities


Posted by PAULA SHENE on October 25, 2011 at 4:20 PM Comments comments (0)

"Mandy, I know that the worse thing for a pet to have is a mean master but I think the scariest thing is being lost!"

     "You're right Sophitia.  Being lost and away from your master is very scary and we now have the start of a 'finder's directory' that grandma picked up from Catherine Mann.  Grandma says she going to post the link right now, so let's get out of the way so this can happen."

It's got a list of about six places so far and it is growing