Friday, April 10, 2015


No wordy preamble this week, let's just dive right into the good stuff (I know I need it):

Exhibit A:   Sometimes you've gotta go through some gross to get to the good. Poor young Jack managed to puke all over Powell's Books while visiting Oregon. But being the kind, sensitive sort, he sent an apology note to the store, enclosing a gift card for Ben & Jerry's. Now I love my Ben & Jerry's, but I'm not sure I'd go so far as to clean up a strange kid's expulsions for a free pint. My own kid's, maybe. Best part? The card was addressed "Attention Barf Cleaners." I love Jack:

Exhibit B:  This is cute yet dumbfounding. Police in Paramus, New Jersey got a call that a goat was headbutting a door in a residential neighborhood. WHO CALLS THE COPS ON A DOOR-KNOCKING GOAT?!  THIS IS MY LIFE'S DREAM!  For future reference, disorderly goats, I will not call The Man if you should come knocking on my door:

Exhibit C:  This is awesome and the best use of work time I've seen in a long while. The walls at The Shop, a creative agency, were pretty boring until designer Ben Brucker got a brilliant idea and set to work with 9,000 Post-Its. I'm not even going to spoil it with words, just look. And then hit the link and see all 24 pics of the transformation:

Exhibit D:  Two words: Therapy llama:

Exhibit E:  How cool is this idea? A nursing home in the Netherlands allows students to live in the facility for free so long as they spend 30 hours a week being "good neighbors." That doesn't mean just quietly watching TV in their rooms and not burying bodies under the slab. These students celebrate birthdays, watch TV, and simply offer companionship to the residents. A fabulous idea all around, I think, and the benefits go both ways. What whippersnapper can't benefit from a little aged wisdom?

Although the students must follow the rules and "not be a nuisance to the elderly," the head of the facility jokes this is not much of a problem since most of the residents are hard of hearing.  Huzzah Netherlands:

Exhibit F:  Gird your loins for some puppy pics, last weekend was the Golden Retriever Rescue reunion play day. Fun was had by all (only a few pawsticuffs towards the end of a long, hot day) and B had a blast. I have no idea how many dogs/owners attended, but with those coming and going I have to guess at least 50-60. What better way to spend a day than on a plot of land full of goldens? None, I say:

Quite a greeting first thing in the gate:

Group reindeer games:

(Who's the one good kid who sits patiently while waiting for the toss?)

B always waits to be invited to take the ball:

Just like Bo Derek in 10, right?

Hanging with the other kids at the pool:

Hogging the pool:

A few of my favorite solo shots:

Group shot of the Taiwan dogs left at the end of the day. Not sure how many were there in total, but that's a lot of lives saved:

If you've come this far, thanks for indulging me. As payback, I will look at as many kid/pet/food shots as you want to post in the comments.

TGIF, ya'll.


Rhonda Hicks said...

I heard the story about the nursing home on NPR this week and thought it was great. The pictures of all those dogs makes my heart happy. Thank you for making me smile :)

Shannon @ River City Reading said...

I can't handle all those's the cutest! I only saw my dog with another Australian Shepherd one time, but it about made my heart explode.

Malcolm Avenue Review said...

It was quite a day. I was so impressed with how well they all behaved with one another. And it was quite a rescue accomplishment really being brought to light with so many in one place. Your pup is so cute. More pics!

Malcolm Avenue Review said...

It was a pretty happifying thing, seeing all those rescued kids. Some without legs, one with no hip joints (seriously, it was amazing), all sorts of other previous maladies. And you'd never know it. They are pretty amazing creatures. Thanks for stopping by, Rhodie.

jen mullen said...

I saw something about the students in the Netherlands nursing home somewhere else and think it is a marvelous idea in so many ways! I also love anyone who rescues dogs, Golden Retriever or not. Heart-warming post all around!

Chris La Tray said...

I'd hate suddenly needing to puke at Powell's, because finding the restrooms in that place can be a nightmare.

Malcolm Avenue Review said...

I wonder if that's what happened to poor Jack, as it appears he got very close; just not close enough. I've never been to Powell's, so now when I'm lucky enough to do so I know the first thing I should look for.

Malcolm Avenue Review said...

Isn't that the greatest idea? Well, second greatest. When I was a kid, I couldn't understand why they didn't combine animal shelters and rest homes. Ah, when I win the lottery. Thanks for stopping by, Jen! All dogs are great, but there is just something about a rescued dog (of course, who am I kidding, they rescue me just as much or more than I rescue them).

Jennifer Hartling said...

Dear Barf That kid cracks me up!! :D

Malcolm Avenue Review said...

I seriously want to know that kid. Hangs out in bookstores and has a good sense of humor. Just have to work on his constitution a bit. :)

Marisa @The Daily Dosage said...

The post-it note art is brill and no wonder the Netherlands is one of the happiest places to live. I read that somewhere. And no comment on the extreme preciousness of the doggie reunion, except your pup always seems so happy! :)

Malcolm Avenue Review said...

There's a whole book on that concept, Marisa! I believe it's even called The Almost Nearly Perfect People. Haven't read it yet, but it says it's about "the myth behind the Scandinavian Utopia," so I can't wait to see what's what according to that author.

And she IS always happy, it's kind of nauseating. :)

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It was on Malcolm Avenue, through and with my family and the other families that made up our neighborhood of characters, that I first learned about and gained an appreciation for the things I continue to love the most to this day: music, animals, photography, sports, television/movies and, of course, books.

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