Ewe Spin Me into Yarn


This new year has been spent spinning Vivian the sheep’s fleece into beautiful double ply yarn.

Can’t wait to knit with this stuff!

Here’s to Ewe in 2012.

The Apple of My Eye

One Tail at a Time

I love when I “meet” folks who commit to finding loving homes for animals in need.

This is Rudie, (isn’t he gorgeous?) a spokes-doggie for One Tail at a Time of Chicago Illinois, sporting a ballsy bandana and spreading the word about the importance of spaying and neutering you pet.

One Tail at a time is a no-kill shelter with this mission statement:

One Tail at a Time is a no-kill, all-breed dog rescue that serves to lower euthanasia rates in the greater Chicagoland area and provide education on the humane treatment of companion animals. The rescue concentrates its efforts on dogs that are in danger of being euthanized, or that are physically and/or mentally deteriorating in a shelter environment, works to rehabilitate them, and then matches each dog with a permanent home. Focused on the “pack mentality”, One Tail at a Time offers fosters and adopters continued support and education on how best to keep dogs happy, healthy and part of the family.

Kudos to One Tail at a Time rescue and the volunteers who give these dogs, and their humans, a second chance at finding love.


Going Under the Blanket

Yes, I admit it, I googled “balls are overrated” today.  I wanted to see if anyone agreed with me.

Turns out there are folks from near and far who agree, in fact they’re taking time out and blogging about Righteous Goods.


There is a lovely website with a great name, Blanket ID, who has recently reviewed our products.  Here’s a link to their awesome website and the really nice blog entry.
Blanket ID is a company who makes stylish pet ID tags, so you can be reconnected with your pet if he/she were to go astray.  They also work with non-profit groups to support animal welfare in general.

Here’s a quote from their site.

In addition to providing a great looking ID tag for your pet, we deliver a seriously effective solution to the problem of losing a pet. Regardless of how your pet gets lost, we strive to make sure that they get home safely and quickly.

We work closely with all animal charities and we welcome approaches from organizations that could use our help. Every ID tag and membership purchased generates money for animal causes and we all greatly enjoy being able to help.

We aim to become the preferred method of pet identification and a driving force behind building an online community to help support animal welfare.

Here’s hoping that you’ll join us.

So on those days I want to go back to bed and crawl under the blanket, I’ll know it’s absolutely okay.  🙂

Maybe I’ll even “google” myself again…

Man, what a bitch.


Narcissus is Alive and Well

Last week Mom celebrated the fourth of July by boating with friends on Clearwater Lake near Annandale, MN.

Every year, a local marine and boat outfitter, shells out money to hire a floating band (music ensemble atop a pontoon).  From 2pm to 8 pm the band plays, whilst hundreds of boats drop anchor, creating a floating city of scantily clad men and woman.

Many of these naked folks are heavily tattooed.

Mom noticed this year an abundance of people tattooed with various names.  She asked some of the people what the name signified, and all of them said “It’s my name.”


Like are you going to forget your name?

All of these folks were obviously under thirty, and Mom started thinking about the evolution of tattoos and names.  Years ago, hard core bikers showed their soft side by tattooing “Mom” on a large bicep.  Later, people sure their love wouldn’t fade, i.e. Pamela Anderson and Kid Rock, had the names of their loved ones scraped into their skins.  Eventually, people decided the name of their child would be an even better choice.  I mean, it’s not like your going to start to hate your kids ever, are you?

But, your own name?!

Perhaps Facebook, Myspace, Twitter, blogging have humans so consumed with telling people about themselves, that they have elevated their importance  to the point of indelibly printing their names, date of birth, and social security number on their skins.

Have today’s humans become the modern Narcissus?

Narcissus was a youth that knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the Narcissus.

But this is not how the author of the story ended it…

The author goes on to say that when Narcissus dies, the goddess of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.

“Why do you weep?” the goddess asked.

“I weep for Narcissus,” the lake replied.

“Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus,” they said, “for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand.”

“But… was Narcissus beautiful?” the lake asked.

“Who better than you to know that?” the goddesses said in wonder. “After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!”

The lake was silent for some time. Finally it said:

I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.”

Well, party people, I think if you’re going to end up tattooing any name on your body it should obviously belong to your pet.

You know you want to.  Hell, even the celebrities are doing it.  Here’s Jennifer Aniston with her new tattoo.  It’s a small picture but she inked the name “Norman” on the top of her foot.  Norman was her corgi mix that died recently.

Hell’s yeah!

Power, and ink, to the pets!


Happy Chicks

I’ve been thinking a lot about the happiness of my hens.

I really believe that the eggs my girls lay taste better and are healthier for me and my kids because my chickens are loved.

Every day they get to patter about the yard, fluff out their wings, take bathes in the dirt, eat bugs, grass, seeds and whatever their bodies’ tell them they need.

My hens are all unique with their own personalities, and they are great entertainers.

I’ve just learned that chickens recognize each other by facial features.  I know my birds have specific flock mates they hang out with.

Here are a couple of pictures of Trifle.  I know I shouldn’t have favorites among my flock friends, but you just can’t help loving Trifle as she wonders up to you and squats down for a special pat.  Trifle is part of our dessert flock, with whom we watched Peter Seller’s The Pink Panther.  Unfortunately, her sisters would meet a brutal destiny that happens in the world of free ranging chickens.  Hence, she is the sole survivor of a mama coyote and pups’ nighttime stop at our chicken buffet.  This smart and tenacious girl hid under the henhouse whilst her sister were eaten.

Often times I’ve thought about locking up my hens all day and thus protecting them from natural predators.

I just can’t do it, they are too happy living the life a chicken should.

Meanwhile, I now have Rocky the rooster protecting his flock. Let’s just hope he doesn’t “protect” them from me.

Please support local folks who raise eggs and chickens humanely and ethically.



Did Someone Say Philly Dog?

Last week the lovely Rebecca from ThePhillyDog.com, your online source for all things cool and dog in the Philadelphia area, blogged about My Animal Activist.

For those of you who missed out on her awesome review of our products, you can check it out here.  Congrats to Barbara who is the winner of the balls sack giveaway.  🙂

I was really flabbergasted by the wonderful outpouring of immediate feedback.

Honestly, it made my heart swell.

Sometimes I think that I’m the only one who thinks this stuff is funny…

Thanks again Rebecca and all the folks out east that are spreading righteous pet power all over the planet.  I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your support.

Kisses and wags!

Amy & Posh