Posts Tagged: #servicedogs

The Courage Litter

Almost five years ago, a video randomly showed up on my Facebook page. In it was a litter of newborn puppies from a nonprofit called Warrior Canine Connection. There were six of them, and they were called “Holly’s Half Dozen.”

I got hooked, watching those little Golden Retriever fluff balls. I watched the day that their names were chosen: Lucy, Grace, Ruby, Abby, Levi, and Penny. The WCC staff pulled the names out of bowl, from names suggested by their fans, the “Extreme Puppy Watchers.”

Pillow 3

Rosemount breakfastThis has been a lovely four days in England’s Lake District, my first visit here.

Except for the number of tourists, it is peaceful and bucolic. I’m really happy with my choice of Rosemount Guest House in Windermere. For the solo traveler, they have three single rooms with private baths. Breakfast is cooked to order. The hosts, Andrew and Louise, are friendly and accommodating. It is located in between Windermere (I arrived there on the train) and Bowness-on-Windermere. Either village is easily walkable from Rosemount.

Travel through Reading

“We all become travelers in a different way. … I became a traveler through reading,” said famed travel writer, Paul Theroux, at an address at the University of Maine.

I remember being fascinated years ago by his book, The Great Railway Bazaar. Maybe I was encouraged by his advice not only to go on vacation, but to make a home in a different country, learn the language, and immerse myself there.

From an early age, I had the same idea as he did. In the introduction to my book, A Million Sticky Kisses, I wrote the following:

They told me that I’d been “vaccinated with the phonograph needle,” meaning I talked too much, and that I’d “never met a stranger” which meant that I’d talk to just about anybody. How else was I supposed to get information? A curious little girl, I wanted to know what was out there in the big, wide world.

At night, I’d lie awake and listen to the whistle of the midnight train as it passed through like clockwork. I always pondered where it might be going. In my imagination, it was always somewhere “exotic” and exciting. Where to tonight? Chicago? New York? Out West?

I wanted to hop onboard that train and discover all those places, to find out what was out there, to be somewhere, anonymous, where it was up to me to mind my own business.

Our house wasn’t in a neighborhood full of kids. It was on the outskirts of town, and my little sister was six years younger than I was. Most of the time, I ended up playing alone, lining up my dollies and reading to them or “teaching” them from old school books. I made up stories, mostly about traveling to faraway places and what those places, and the people I’d find there, might be like.

I don’t remember how old I was when the idea came to me. One day, I’m going overseas…

From a childhood dream to my reality for the past four years, consciously or not, I followed Mr. Theroux’s advice.

~~Sally Rose
Author of Penny Possible & A Million Sticky Kisses
iamsallyrose.com

Poquito de todo

It’s not all just about teaching, though. Would you take a look at this exquisite coastline?

Chileans joke that when God finished making all the other parts of the earth, he took what was left over and made Chile. Driest desert in the world, the majestic Andes, surf-worthy beaches, awe-inspiring forests, imposing glaciers, Chile has it all.

The WorldPost thinks so, too. Their “Through Your Lens” article’s featured country this week is Chile, showcasing photos from social media users. They call Chile an “under-rated travel destination.”

I’d have to agree. Chile is a photographer’s dream. What are you waiting for?

~~Sally Rose
Author of Penny Possible & A Million Sticky Kisses
iamsallyrose.com