Charmin and Carmin Find a Good Home by Jeannie Sample
May 20, 2007 by jeannie comment
From Jeannie Sample, the author of Happy in Horse Poop: The Entremanureal Journey
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From Jeannie Sample, the author of Happy in Horse Poop: The Entremanureal Journey
By Jeannie Sample-Author of "Happy in Horse Poop: The Entremanureal Journey"
The new Aging Well, Living Well Web site provides large-print resources on topics from heart disease to safety and abuse. The site address is www.4woman.gov/ow/?style=large.
Al Caicedo, CSA
Asset Preservation Consultant
Macomb County Money Expert
Jeannie Sample Author of Happy in Horse Poop: The Entremanureal Journey
An early-morning German bank customer had a bit of a shock when he found a horse already in line at the automatic teller machine in front of him. It seems the horse's owner, identified only as Wolfgang H., had a bit too much to drink the night before and decided to sleep it off inside the bank's heated foyer, police said Tuesday.
In Macomb County and all over the Metro Detroit area, those cute little wiggly nosed bunnies are in your flowers again. They sniff out yummy morsels and chomp away all night long. But there is a way to keep them only eating grass. Try deodorant soap shavings or dried blood meal sprinkled in your garden. According to the Farmer's Almanac, this is a sure fire way to keep bunnies from your precious flowers!
The Rescue Barn, home of the stories from the book by Jeannie Sample, “Happy in Horse Poop: The Entremanureal Journey” is finally open to the public starting on Mother’s Day weekend, March 12-13, 2007. (You can read excerpts here on MacombCountyVoice.com under Macomb County Pets) Here, you can see many of the great animals that have been depicted in the book and enjoy a
More stories from the book: "Happy in Horse Poop: The Entremanureal Journey" b
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My mother always told me not to wander far. I should have listened to her, that is for sure. My name is Bingo and I’m a dog. My mother warned me everyday because of the horrible accident my Dad had when I was young. We beagles are a fun loving group, and Dad was no exception. He loved to run free and wild, root in the ground, dig in bushes and hunt rabbits. One day, he sniffed out a good rabbit trail and off he went. All I could see was the white tip of his tail bouncing above the foliage in a soybean field. Mom howled for him for hours, but he never came home. About three days later, our master brought Dad home in a box and he was dirty and matted. He wasn’t wagging his tail anymore. One of those big metal machines that roll down the street had hit him.
It must have been born in my blood because I love to hunt rabbits too. Our master worked the fields and had big metal machines that road through the fields each day. I think he is called a farmer. He usually put us in our pen while he worked. I would rest all day and wander around our area, waiting for something exciting to happen. As I sat there with my Mom, one late spring day, I saw a bunny hop by and I was thrilled to see him. I barked as tough as I could and hit the gate with excitement.It's true, some people think my husband, Lamb Chops, and I are nuts. But who am I to question the innocent discovery of a four year old child? Like the daffodils popping up this very Spring, I somehow awoke in my fourth year to life and all it would hold. I asked my Mother, who home-schooled piano lessons to 30 students, to teach me how to play. I started my first personal prayer place in the woods behind our home, and I found the love of furry-faced critters. If you read from the beginning of my book, "Happy in Horse Poop: The Entremanureal Journey" (which you can read exerpts