Monthly Archives: November 2013
Black and White Sunday: Tres
Mountain Dogs: Clean Water
This is a follow up post to Tuesday’s Muddy Waters post and most likely the last “swimming dog” post for the season. This is day two and three of the same trip to the lake 2 years ago. On day two we visited the beach in the afternoon hence the shadows and then on day 3 we hit THE PIER in the early morning hence the shadows. Yolo took the prize as king of the ball all weekend. Sasha just going on 7 months old was in training doing a pretty good job keeping up with the big dogs. Who ever has the ball is pretty popular. Continue reading
Wordless Wednesday: Left Brain Trick
Mountain Dogs: Muddy Waters
Combing through the archives yesterday I came across this photo shoot which I HAVE to share from Aug. 2011. I wanted to practice action photography and that is exactly what I got. The harsh light presented challenges plus the pond usually pristine clear, had turned to half mud and half water late in summer. Which in time made dirty dogs and dirtier water. The Sundogs did not mind. Continue reading
Since requests are coming in for MOAR goats here goes. Enjoy our two young Nubian goats, Sweet Pea (Black & White) and her sister Sorrel as they play what we call “King of the Mountain” game. The video is kinda long but well worth the laughs. They can do this for a long time…..neither wants to surrender.
Letters To the Homefront
DATE : Sunday March 2,2003 5:02 AM FROM Jo Danehy TO : LCpl Justin Canter Subject: Hi Justin
Thanks for writing. I enjoy getting your emails and knowing you are safe. I know you cannot tell me a lot but just let me know if you get my emails or anyone elses. Today we are going to the Farm for Lorenzo’s wake. He is in a marble urn now but he will continue to live in our hearts and minds. I might see Tim Canter there since he lives around the corner from the farm. I’ve been meaning to go visit him. I’m sure he would love to hear about you. I just heard from Mary Bingham. Jonathan is thinking about going into the Navy when he graduates from college. I sent some padded envelopes in my last package to you. They should be good for sending back your pictures. Also sent a phone card. I get great support and info from Marine Moms Online. Been hearing waits are long for the phone in some areas but not everywhere. It was heartbreaking to miss your call on Monday but wonderful to hear your voice. I keep your message on the machine so I can hear your voice. You sound great. Keep up the high spirits! We love you. xxxooox MOM
DATE Monday March 3, 2003 FROM: LCpl Justin Canter TO: Jo Danehy Subject RE: Hi Justin
Mom, Got your email sent on Sunday. Enjoy Lorenzo’s wake. I wish so bad to be there. The celebration will be a memorable one I know. Did you see Tim or not? How is he? If you hear from Mary Bingham tell her that Jonathon should really consider the Marine Corps instead of the Navy. From my experience it is so much better. He could even become an officer and obtain a higher degree. I wish I could talk to him about it. Our commanding officer gave us some liberty to talk a little about our mission. We are staged for an attack in the Persian Gulf. About eight or nine of the Marines from our shop went to the forward operating base on land. I wish I could have gone with them but I’m sure I would not be saying that if it where true. I am much safer here on the ship. I just feel like I am missing out on an adventure. I can see the coast of Kuwait from where we are. It looks like a beautiful place to visit. The buildings are like the old Russian towers with the Hersey’s Kisses on top. All is otherwise normal. I go to church almost everyday. I am sad to see Father Haddad go land based. He was a young priest, very reverent and a good confessor. We would watch movies after mass every night. Some good some bad. It’s good to be practicing grandmothers faith again. I feel like I have found what I have been searching for all my life in the Catholic church. It went from being very hot to very cold. I did not think it could get so hot in these parts of the Middle East. It is a nice change. Got to go. Love you, Justin
Black and White Sunday: Cold Feet
Wordless Wednesday: Let’s Play
Letters to the Home Front
I have had these letters (copies of emails) sitting in my file cabinet for over ten years now. I have been given permission by my son Justin to share them. I will post letters once a week. This was a very difficult time in my life having my son join the Marines in 2002 and then quickly be deployed to Iraq in early 2003 upon the aircraft carrier Bonhomme Richard. For some reason I did not save or print all MY emails to him so you will see more of Justin’s writings at 21 years of age, a new Marine, going off to war. His MO was mechanics on the Harrier jet. His squadron was the Tomcats based in Yuma, Az.
Email from a worried Marine mom…that is me. Sunday February 16, 2003 1:19 PM Subject: Hello from Chico
Justin were are you? This is the 4th message I’ve sent you. I’m assuming you have not got my messages. I am just trying to connect. Please respond. We love you and want to know you are OK. Love MOM
From “Canter LCpl Justin M @BONHOMME-RICHARD.USMC.MIL Re: Hello from Chico
Mother, it is hard to write you while maintaining our intel integrity. There is not a lot I can tell you about our location. I can tell you how well I am getting along with my fellow Marines and I am learning so much from those above me. I can also say that I have had the opportunity to visit an island in the Pacific. We may hit a few more ports on our way home. I need to take more pictures but I am so busy.
It is a hard thing to imagine sometimes how important my shops role plays in this war. I feel like the fate of the world rests in the work I do and the Marines I work with. I have a lot of confidence in them and know we will triumph.
Mom these deployments are something you are going to have to get used to. The world seems to be turned upside down. It is hard to keep in touch with the whole family especially when I am so isolated. I’ll leave that up to you. Never stop praying for peace. Love Justin