A small group of Weldon’s girls came by today to sit in the courtyard and have a picnic. The Weldon’s girls, are, of course, the women who used to work in the Pajama Factory, when it actually was a pajama factory…
“Get back to work, girls! Those pajamas aren’t going to sew themselves!”
Here at the Pajama Factory, we love dogs! Here’s Wally, who lives nearby with Anna, all ready for the holiday… (Wally is also available for adoption, so get in touch if you’re interested in having him join your family!)
You have to be careful with your dogs on the 4th—they often get very afraid when the fireworks start, but the Marin County (CA) SPCA recommends a few things you can do to make their evening easier:
“Every year, dogs and cats escape from their yards or homes in fear during the holiday festivities,” says Keri Fennell, Marin Humane Society director of shelter services. “Some pets become lost or wind up at the Humane Society.”
Fortunately, there are steps you can take to ensure a safe and enjoyable holiday for you and your pet.
Keep your pets indoors during fireworks displays. A quiet, sheltered “den-like” retreat is best. Close windows and curtains and turn on the TV or radio to help drown out some of the noise. Some animals can become destructive when frightened, so be sure to remove any items that your pet could destroy or that would be harmful if chewed.
Make sure your pets are wearing current identification and tags so that if they do become lost, they can be returned to you promptly.
Never take your dog to a fireworks display. It’s usually hot. There are always large crowds. And the dogs really don’t enjoy it.
Never leave pets outside unattended, even in a fenced yard or on a tether. Pets who normally wouldn’t try to leave the yard may panic and try to escape. Dogs may become entangled in their tethers or hang themselves if they try to leap over a fence. To avoid injury, keep your pets indoors.
Summer’s here and with that, of course, Little League Baseball. Living here in the heart and soul of Little League, it’s easy to forget what a huge impact it makes on the lives of the boys and girls all around the world who play. This morning I got a mail forwarded from the The Vineyard Gazette, that had a little piece that sums it up perfectly. I hope you all enjoy it:
Good morning Gazette readers:
A young boy, just eight years old, stands alone in left field, his blond curls poking out from under his baseball cap. It is his first season in Little League, but he knows what to do. It is the playoffs now and already he is an experienced hand. Back up, his team yells when a power hitter steps up to the plate. But the boy stands still. He knows he is in the right spot.
The ball is hit high and hard, so much so that time seems to stop for a very long time. Long enough for all heads to turn to left field, long enough for parents to stand in the bleachers and younger siblings to stop doing cartwheels on the sidelines. Long enough for the coach to span the entire field, to see his team finally pull together as one and then to feel his heart skip as he sees himself standing out there so long ago on a day just like this one.
And then, as the ball descends, the coach watches as his players begin to age, to go from grammar school to middle school to waving at him from cars that they now drive. His players have become men and he wonders how the time flew as quickly as a ball through the air. Then the ball hits the mitt with a smack and the vision is erased. All that is left is an eight year old boy with a smile as wide as the sky, holding his mitt up high as the cheers of the crowd lift him off his feet.”
Kinda makes one proud to be a Williamsporter…
Enjoy your day, everyone.