Wednesday, December 14, 2016

I love my dog, Walker.

We adopted our dog, Walker from Second Chance Animal Shelter in Norman, OK.
I spotted him one afternoon after work. I came to the shelter, decided NOT to tell my husband because I was "just looking".

Ha! That changed quickly when I did my rounds of all the adoptable dogs and fell in love.
It really was love at first sight. Walker was in a large cage with a blue heeler in the far corner of the property.

I'll never forget. I walked up to the cage and the blue heeler was hyper and jumping and barking for my attention. Walker simply walked up, sniffed my hand, and turned around and went back into his doggy house and went back to sleep.

I looked him square in the eye and said, "There you are. You're the one I'm taking home with me."

I knew it. I could tell his temperament would mesh well with my husband and I, since we are easy-going people. I ran back inside to the front desk and asked, "Can you tell me about that Coonhound out there?"

The employee said, "Oh Walker?? He's so sweet. We all love him so much. He was adopted here as a puppy and the owner severely neglected him, didn't feed him, and used him as a hunting dog. He was shot at and abused. She returned him here claiming that he didn't get along with her other dogs and that he had been a stray for several years. Of course we think she's lying because he gets along great with other dogs here. He's our favorite. He's been here a while and we all say we would cry if he ever got adopted."

Well, we adopted him that day, and yes, the employees cried and all told us wonderful stories about Walker. We kept his name because he's 6 and we didn't want to confuse him. Plus, we like it. "Walker... Texas Ranger" lol...

It's been three months and he has never had an accident in the house, he sleeps most of the day but is athletic and energized when I take him out for a walk/run. He has great endurance and always keeps up with me on runs. He loves to pretend he's a lap dog and climb up on me while I'm on the couch. He LOVES belly rubs and when I scratch his butt lol.

Walker loves to follow me around. I've never owned an animal who was completely attached to me so this is new for me and I can't complain. He's a loving, affection companion who wants to smell EVERYTHING lol... Whether I'm doing the laundry or cleaning the kitchen, he needs to put his nose into what I'm doing.

Thankfully, he's been a wonderful indoor dog. He doesn't lick, chew, destruct, or bark. And he definitely doesn't bite. He does make a great guard dog though because, the rare times he does bark (which is when it's really necessary), it's a deep and assertive bark. We love it.

Everywhere I go, people tell me "That is such a pretty dog" and I have to agree. His coloring is beautiful and his build and stature are almost regal.

Oh my Walker, bud. You've been a natural anti-depressant for me. I am seriously a happier person because of him. Thank you God, for making dogs. Especially my dog.




























Thursday, December 8, 2016

Double Indemnity

Okay, Eric and I watched Double Indemnity last night. EXCELLENT. 5 stars.

"Smooth-talking insurance salesman Walter Neff meets attractive Phyllis Dietrichson when he calls to renew her husband's automobile policy. The couple are immediately drawn to each other and an affair begins. They cook up a scheme to murder Mr. Dietrichson for life insurance money with a double indemnity clause. Unfortunately, all does not go to plan..." - Col Needham
Director: Billy Wilder
Writers: Billy Wilder (screenplay), Raymond Chandler
Stars: Fred MacMurray, Barbara Stanwyck, Edward G. Robinson and more...


Academy Awards, USA 1945


Oscar
Best Picture
Best Actress in a Leading Role: Barbara Stanwyck
Best Director: Billy Wilder
Best Writing, Screenplay: Raymond ChandlerBilly Wilder
Best Cinematography, Black-and-White: John F. Seitz
Best Sound, Recording: Loren L. Ryder (Paramount SSD)
Best Music, Scoring of a Dramatic or Comedy Picture: Miklós Rózsa 

here is the original trailer:

 https://youtu.be/yKrrAa2o9Eg






xoxo, A Law Student's Wife


Keith Dale Wann

So I have a new addiction: Ancestry

I have been on Ancestry's site almost every day this week, putting together my family tree. I'll likely be sharing tid bits of what I discover here on my blog.

So here goes my favorite discovery:

My cousin, Keith Dale Wann

Keith Dale Wann (25 Jun 1922 - MIA, SSgt)




Keith was a US Army Air Force Pilot and Staff Seargent. He was 5'7" and 145 lbs. Almost exact size as my husband. Keith died at 23-years-old in combat in WWII, somewhere in Cambridge, England in 1945. He is apparently buried in England.

When Keith Dale Wann was born on June 25, 1922, in Brookings, Oregon, his father, Thomas, was 49 and his mother, Dora, was 37. He was the youngest of eleven.

While researching my cousin, I found a blog in which a veteran had shared a bit about him. Here is the link: http://memoircenter.com/veteran-bill-nabers-how-world-war-ii-saved-my-life/ 

"I joined Tuolumne VFW Post 4748 in 1970. It is the Keith Dale Wann Post, named after the first Tuolumne City resident to die in WWII. Keith Wann was shot down over England coming back from a raid. We received a letter from his sister a couple of years ago saying that she had traveled to England and found the place where he was buried."
Did you read that?! Yeah, my eyes grew wide and my jaw dropped. There is a post named after him in CA. They have a memorial for him and everything! It's Post 4748 in Tuolumne, CA.
What's so sad about his story is, not only did he die in combat at the ripe age of 23, he left behind his young wife, Gwendolyn "Goldie" and newborn daughter, Vicky. 
Keith Dale Wann and Gwendolyn "Goldie" Alexander, young love.

Here he is as a child, youngest of 11 children.

High school photo

Stud

I located this photo today. His daughter Vicky is on the left and his grandson is on the right. This was taken in 1999. I don't know who the woman is in the middle. I've yet to locate information about his daughter, although I believe she is still alive. All I know is that she was either just born or 1 yrs old when her father, Keith, died. 


I feel totally honored to be related to this guy. A hero. Wow. No words.

He was my great-grandma, Eva Mae's cousin. 
He would have been 94 this year. 

Ugh, my heart! 



I will be trying to discover more about him in the meantime. I will keep y'all posted. I've already contacted another distant relative about him and also the Post in CA that was named after him. 

In case you are curious, Here is their site:

I would love to visit his Post one day!



xoxo, A Law Student's Wife