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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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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Mea Culpa

You know what it’s like to be busy, right? Well, I sure do. Let me take you through the start of a typical day around here…

First, we get up. We have a meeting in the morning – a breakfast meeting, with fruit and krullers (stuffed, of course) and juice. At the meeting we discuss what we’re going to do that day, what the hot topics are, who’s doing well and deserves recognition and who is struggling and needs extra support. We plan our activities and set our budget, then we get on with our work to make sure that we accomplish what we set out to accomplish. 

Well, that’s all well and good, but the other day Murray, my moose friend and Vice President stopped me after the meeting and took me to one side:

“Sidney, old boy, hate to bring this up, but don’t you think publicity has suffered a bit? I know we shut down the website, but it’s been positively ages since you wrote a blog entry.”

I had a sinking, hot-coal-in-the-stomach, swoony kind of feeling then as I realized he was absolutely correct. I looked at him, my eyes full of gratitude and appreciation and all sorts of other deep, deep feelings. 

“You are absolutely right, my dear Murray, I’ve been horribly remiss. I will attend to it immediately.” 

We hugged and I saw a look of satisfaction in the dark, beady little eyes parked way back at the top of his enormous nose.

Well, effective immediately with great regret but eagerness I have moved the Society’s Public Relations portfolio to the top of my priority pile. Snerky volunteered to take it on – he’s such a stalwart – but his grammar’s not that good so I told him I’ll let him help with the pictures. 

So, my apologies. I completely lost track of time. I feel terrible. We’ve been working away at our projects but I just haven’t been publicizing them, except by guest spots in other places. 

Anyway, please read back to refresh your memory on what the SPCSA is all about, and read forward to learn how we continue to get it done.

 

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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.

Snow

Well, he tried it again, but again we put him in his place. The very idea! Ridiculous!! How can we possibly pick up a snow shovel and push it so that it does what it was designed to do? In the first place, we’re not tall enough, and in the second place it’s just too heavy for us – and that’s before it’s got snow on it!

It’s snowing tonight – that’s why the matter even came up. Every year he ‘floats the idea’, and every year we shoot it down. Of course, I fully understand: he’s back in school, he hasn’t got time to do it himself, he needs help. But what on earth can we do?

No, I think we’ll have to stick to having society meetings and discussing the antics of the puppy, Rusty. Little fella was quite a handful at first, but I soon put him in his place!

Seems to be quite a lot of that going on, huh?

Sidney