Time’s a pip

I look into your future now, and what do I see…?

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We Stick #Together

Here at the SPCSA we lead simple lives. Some say that we don’t really have any challenges to deal with at all, but that’s just not true. We have struggles like anyone. Everyone in our little group has a personality all their own, and sometimes, just like people, that makes for trouble. 

But most of the time we have a lot of fun together. 

We go camping…

We have parties…

We sometimes feel naughty and get ourselves into trouble…

We like to watch TV sometimes…

Travelling’s pretty cool…

We wonder at the beauty in the world…

And sometimes, when things are rough, we even have to comfort each other.

But the main thing is that we love each other, we stand up for each other, and we do our best to live together in peaceful harmony. Bottom line? We go all out for each other, no matter what.

Thanks for visiting.

 

 

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You love us. You really love us!

Thanks to all who have followed us and those who have commented and linked back to our efforts. It is greatly appreciated.

Unfortunately, WordPress only just delivered nearly a year’s worth of notifications to us through their app, so while we thought we were lost, alone and unloved – while we thought that nobody cares – it turns out that we couldn’t have been more wrong.

Thanks to all of you. We will now re-double our efforts to represent critters everywhere.

We are back in the saddle again. 

 

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WPC: Work of Art

We stand in awe of the beauty of flame which truly is a work of art, supreme and sublime in nature. 

We just love to sit and watch the flickering of a nice, warm candle.

How about you?

 

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The Dabbit

As you can see our resident dabbit is a real stand-out guy.

What’s a dabbit, you say?

Half duck, half rabbit. 

Dabbit.

 

Whatever will be

 

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Rooby-Roo!

I’d like to take a moment to welcome Rooby-Roo to our little fold. 

UJ found him last October, and it went – as I understand it – like this:

UJ was at a small plaza near his school last October, getting some dental work done. When he came out of the dentist’s office he started walking, head-down, toward the train, but just then he thought he heard a voice. 

“Rooby-Rooby-roooooooo!”

He looked around but saw nothing.

“Rooby-Rooby-rooooooooooooooooooo!”

There it was again. He looked a little further and there, behind a big bank of gravelly snow, was Rooby-roo.

UJ leaned over, and said: 

“Well hello there, Smiley, so what’s your story?”

They talked back and forth for a moment or two. UJ established that Rooby had been most unkindly tied to the back of a big, ugly black pickup truck, that he didn’t like it, and that he didn’t like the people he was with because they we’re mean and cruel, laughed at him a lot – oh, and because they tied him to the back of a pickup truck. So, both sad and angry, crying with dismay, he had untied the knot in the bungee cord which held him to the truck, and jumped.

It was a rough landing and he bumped his head a bit, but he bounced well and landed in the snow bank. And there he sat. 

And sat. 

And sat.

Rooby-roo sat at the edge of that parking lot peering over the snow bank for three whole days and nights before his cries were finally heard. But as soon as they were – as soon as UJ noticed him – boy, oh boy, did his world change forever! Why? Because UJ brought him home to our headquarters, to all the love and acceptance he could ever want or need. 

He wasn’t really comfortable meeting everyone right away, and we respect that with new members. In fact, he even went to rest at a nearby spa for a while until he was finally ready for friends again. 

But now he’s here, he’s home, and we’re very pleased about it.

So, welcome Rooby-roo. It sure looks like you’re settling in with your critter friends now.

Nice smile, buddy!

 

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Hoppy

Here’s Hoppy. He’s the happiest bunny I’ve ever known, and I’ve known a few. He’s always enthusiastic, upbeat, waving his arms around like crazy. He’s goofy, but he’ll stand by his friends right to the end. He doesn’t actually have a position on the board, but he’s always volunteering for stuff. To me, that makes him pretty darn cool.

 

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WPC: Perspective

You’ve got to see things from our point of view. 

We are just so darned agreeable, but even so we’re not always treated right. I know, it’s probably not deliberate – sometimes people just don’t know they’re being hard on us. Like children – they get exuberant, and we get that – but some other things people expect are just not right. 

Like the memorial thing – that’s a sore spot for us. We get the emotional segue – the feelings we engender approximate what people feel about their lost loved ones. But we can’t forget that it’s cold out there in the rain and the snow, and that even though people give us this function for a reason, we feel we could be a lot more useful giving someone a hug. 

So we take to the airwaves. We try to help people see our true value – that we could be so much more than people let us be. Here we are filming an SPCSA infomercial. Snerk’s the spokescritter – you know – because he’s so cute. 

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DP: Accident

We’ve told him and we’ve told him: If you’re going to come spotting with us you need to be clear-headed! But Reginald likes to tipple. There – it’s out. No more secrets. He enjoys a slug of Ol’ Whatsit every so often – ok, a little more often than ‘every so often’ – and it really shows when he tries to take on important assignments. Like spotting. 

I mean, is there anything more important than spotting? You just can’t be sloshed when you’re spotting, any more than you should be sloshed when you’re driving. Spotting comes with heavy responsibilities and if you can’t tell real from copy when you’re spotting then maybe you should just lie down and watch the world spin around. 

We’ve tried to get at the reason for him tippling, but he’s very mum on the subject: he just taps his nose with his right paw and says “mum”, like we’re supposed to know what that means. Maybe he misses his Mommy in Toronto. He came from there, moved back, came west again, went east, came back, went for a visit. He’s probably working through some traumas from his days at the Canadian Red Cross.

Anyway, spotting, for Reginald, is an accident waiting to happen. We love him, but the regulars get quite upset when he comes along because they have to keep helping him up. See here how Snerkie chastises him while Snick tries to ignore him. 

We love him. Reggie is a big part of our critter family, and not just because of his nose – which is enormous, by the way. We will never, ever, give up on him. But I don’t think we’ll let him go spotting anymore. I think I’ll assign him to something more in line with his talents. 

Like politics. 

 

On Loving 

 

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DP: Home

You’re never more grateful for home than when you’re going away for a while.

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