LFS: The Storyteller

©2011 by LeeZard She was breathless on the phone call, "There was a Republican Who lived in the South. He still looked the same With his foot in his mouth." "Mother Goose," I exclaimed, "I wasn't expecting to hear from you until 2012!" "I know," she said in a rare moment of prose, "But.... I thought I could wait, maybe go play the flute, But look who they gave us, Romney and Newt." And, so dear readers, our favorite political analyst is back, just in time for the circus called the 2012 presidential primary season. Ma Goose take it away. They've been running for years, 2012's their obsession, I think they forgot, There's still a recession! What happened to Herman, The front runner Cain? His campaign run down by a runaway train. He diddled with this, he fondled her that, He messed with the girls, Like a good Democrat.       ...

©2011 by LeeZard Brando the Wonder Dog died peacefully in my arms at 10:35 PM (PST) on  November 25th, 2011. He was 12-years old. The last words he heard were, “I love you, Brando.” Brando died from an overdose of barbiturates administered by a critical care veterinarian after he was diagnosed with cancer in his shoulder that had spread to his lungs. His chest cavity was filled with blood and fluid; he was slowly suffocating. I had no choice but to put him down. Nonetheless, it was a difficult and wrenching decision.     I wanted to get that part out of the way off the top because I don’t want this to be a maudlin obituary. This is the story of a great and loyal German Shepherd, a dignified and grand old man who lived to love and play. He got plenty of both in the all too brief time we had with him. Brando chose me for adoption in June, 2007, a few months before his eighth birthday. I was looking for a German Shepherd; I knew them to be smart, loyal and protecti...