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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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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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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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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The kid

The kid has brought something to this arrangement which is hard to make sense of.

On one hand he’s funny sometimes. He does really silly things and he behaves like a kook. Every night after his walk, for example, he gets his feet washed and he runs around the living room and dining room at a gallop like a fully-fledged lunatic. Once, twice, six times around the furniture as if there’s some strange benefit to this self-imposed exercise regimen. Then he stands there, panting (obviously) and looking at us all like we’re edible or something.

“Hey Pal,” I said, “you turn your hungry attention somewhere else.”

“Woof!”

Other times he gets goofy and makes like he wants to play with one of us, except that he forgets that we are not specially paid and compensated stunt critters – we are sensitive and loving and not in the least bit aggressive. That said, I’m not afraid to butt heads. I slap pretty hard when I have to, and sometimes I have to, to keep him in line. He respects me, I think.

He’d better!

Happiness

Happiness is being safe with your friends.

An Open Letter from Snook

Dere all,

Boy, that sher woz a long trip hear to Mishigan, but as soon as I got hear I knew it was the rite thing too do. I felt wellcomed right away and was immediately taken to see the yung man who needs me. We are geting along reely well and are having lots of fun togethr.

Isaac (thats his name) is hapy to have me hear, but is not reely impressd with my hand writing, or my speling witch he says is werse than his. Here I am trying to practice so I can mayk him hapy.

Snook works on his cursive.

Of corse it’s not all werk. Sometimes we lissen to music togethr and sometimes when he goes owt I put the phones in and lissen on my own. He doesn’t mind, although he’s not crazy about how lowd I have to have it just to here it.

Listening to some music

And then ther are times when he lets me reed stuff. This was a reely neat book about a wizard and stuff – I dont remember us having any books like that back at the Sosiety.

Hear I am reeding

Isaac is a very nice yung man and Im looking forward to getting to know him better. Were stil figgering out what we like and stuff, but Im prety sure we’re going to get along very well for a looooong time.

I miss all you guys teribly, but this is wear I’m meant to be for now. I’m a working Snook now, and I reely love it.

Snook

xx

Arrival

Yay! We’ve heard from Snook now that he’s arrived in Michigan. He says he’s fine and happy (although a little jet-lagged) and has already been united with Isaac and he really likes him and he’s going to be happy to work with him to help turn his frowns upside-down.

We’re waiting on a photo of Snook in his new location. For now, here he is last week saying farewell before heading for the airport – that’s him at the back, sitting in between Snerk and Ralph. It was an emotional meeting, but now as he embarks on his mission to help a most-deserving young man, the emotions are all new.

“I’m very excited,” he said, “to see what I can do to help. I’ve trained hard, and that’s just great, but now it’s time to put it all to work.”

Stay tuned.

It’s what we do

I think the old adage is “When the going gets tough the tough get going”?

Well, being tough is what we are all about. We do what we have to do to restore order and calm, and we go where we’re needed to get things put right. When someone of any age needs comfort, a cuddle, good conversation, or just plain ol’ company on a cold winter’s night, that’s where you’ll find us. 

We are made for love, and that’s exactly what we do.

So, what about you?

What were you made to do?