N.W.BOYER…Christian Author

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HAPPINESS PROHIBITED

When I think I’ve heard it all, I found out this morning that I haven’t!! So, with a HAPPY smile on my face, I am writing this post to make your day!

This is another “hair salon” story….“Oh, No …please spare us!” you are thinking.

It appears that this salon operator wanted to hire someone for her salon. She went to get the advertisement printed and was eagerly looking for the right person to respond.

Here is what Alison Birch said happened when she tried to list the job ad. She was looking for a part-time qualified hairdresser at her AJ’s Unisex Hair Salon in Stroud, England. (And I thought only crazy things happened in American salons that were news worthy!)

“The position called for someone with five years’ experience of working in a salon, who is “confident in barbering as well as all aspects of hairdressing.”And the advertisement stated, “This is a busy, friendly, small salon, so only happy, friendly stylists need apply.”

She claims the man at the job center said to her: “I’m sorry, but the word happy is a discriminatory word and we aren’t allowed to use it, as somebody who is not happy will be discriminated against.”

According to Birch, he then asked: “Should we change the word in case somebody thinks that they can’t apply for the job because they are not a happy person?”

“Was I being a bit sensitive, and is the word happy discriminating? Or has this whole world all gone mad?” Birch said.And plenty of Birch’s customers agreed with her outrage over the job center’s “ridiculous” stance on her advertisement.

Karen Evans commented: “The world has gone absolutely mad.

“Does this mean that every descriptive word is discriminating… happy, tall, smart, elegant? Good luck with your search.”

Julie Thickins added: “I thought this was a joke, realizing it clearly isn’t has left me absolutely speechless… what has the human race come to?” (Taken from South West News Service in England)

Hair salon in England

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I’m sure my readers will remember the ads in years past when someone is looking for the perfect person to meet. Well, if those ads still exist…no one could say that they are looking for a “TALL and HANDSOME MAN.” Certainly that would be discriminating against the men out there that are “SHORT and UGLY.” (Which reminds me that my female, English students in Mongolia said they just wanted to marry a man that was “CLEAN and SOBER.” Poor, dears, they didn’t realize that they were putting the Mongolian men who were DIRTY and DRUNK in a discriminated-against category.)

It also occurred to me that when I patted my Golden Retriever this morning and said, “Bella, you are such a BEAUTIFUL girl….and a GOOD girl too.” I surely was discriminating against all the BAD, UGLY dogs in the world.

BEAUTIFUL Bella

A special note from Boyer Writes:

Good luck, Ladies in England, on hiring a HAPPY person for your salon. You deserve happiness for happiness should not be prohibited! Yes, You are right… “The world has gone crazy!”


Fancy (aka Blossom) Finds a Home

Once there was a little boy who lived in a far away place with many Golden Retriever dogs.  They were his best friends besides his mother, father, and little sister.  One day he saw that his big mama dog had nine little pups.   They were all squirming together in a blue box.  This little boy’s mother took very good care of them. pups in box sm   They were so furry, warm and little.  He loved holding them and watching them being fed by their own mother.pink blossom l green clover purple violetsm  Out of all the puppies, the little boy had a favorite.  The name that the family gave her was “Blossom”.  She was the lightest color of all the pups and they put a little pink collar around her neck to identify her from all the other pups.

The puppies grew and grew.  The little boy played  with all of them, but Blossom kept coming to him and laying around the family’s feet.  She definitely was his favorite.  Sometimes she would get really sleepy or she did the puppy thing and wet her bed or did other unmentionables, but he still loved her. Jackson holding Fancy Blossom would lick his fingers and sometimes his nose.  Her little nails were razor sharp. She would jump and play, making him laugh.  She would try to climb up on him, making him her best friend also.  Then she would lay her head on him and settle down… nice and calm like. He would rub her belly that was warmer and smoother than anything he had ever felt.  However, the calmness did not last long for Blossom wiggled to get free. She  had to explore the world and tussle with the other eight puppies in her litter. Jackson holding Fancy2Jackson holding Fancy3

One day some people came to see the puppies.  They told the boy’s mother that they wanted  a sweet dog for their very own because their Golden Retriever named Gracie, who was fourteen years old, had gotten sick  and gone to be with God.  The lady said they would never forget their Gracie girl, but hoped they could find another special girl puppy  to take home with them out of the nine pups at his house.  He thought that they could find a girl because there were four of them and five boy dogs…but he hoped it would not be his Blossom. Fancy sm The man picked up Blossom very carefully and then he handed Blossom to his wife, who let Blossom sleep on her shoulder. Fancy sleeping on Nancysm

It made the little boy  sad to know that maybe they would pick his favorite dog.   If his Blossom had to go away, he wanted her to have the very best family in the world.  The way the man and lady handled her made him think that they would love her….maybe as much as he did.  They would not get her that day because she was too young and had to stay with her mother for some more weeks.  She also had to get shots from the doctor who was called a Veterinarian.  When the boy’s mother put all nine puppies in her car to see the doctor, it was a fun time at his office because everyone wanted to see the adorable, new pups.

Finally the day came when the man and woman came back to the boy’s house.  They lived a long way and had to drive many miles to get their new pup.  His Mother had told him that Blossom seemed to be the right one for them and  would go to a far away place and live with them.  She told him that she was certain that Blossom would be taken care of and loved in her new home just like they had loved their other dog, Gracie, for so many years.  That made him feel a little bit better.  He learned that Blossom would not have her name they had given her, but would be called Fancy.  She would now be their Fancy girl.   Her real, long name would be Fancy Continental Girl because her new family lived near Fancy Gap, Virginia and their house was on the Continental Divide.  He was not certain what all that meant, but probably would learn someday.

He heard the car coming and the man and woman walked in the door.  They had a big bag in their hand.  The lady said it was a surprise for the family and needed his help in handing out some nice things for everyone.  She let him give out the surprises to his father, who got a big jar of home-made pickles from Peggy down at the Mayberry Country Store.  His sister got a very little dog that looked something like his Blossom.  His mother had a package of little blankets for the new baby expected at their home.  In fact, the new baby was going to come live with them on August 27 which was also the lady’s birthday.  She thought that was really great!    He wondered if there was anything for him.  She handed him the bag and he opened it to find a big stuffed dog that looked a lot like his nine dogs.   Hugging it close to himself, he gave the lady a big smile.    He knew it  would not chew on his fingers with the little, sharp teeth like  Blossom did and maybe he would sleep with it that night to make him feel a little better.
Jacson and stuffed puppy Bethany's son

The lady and man put his Blossom in the car and everyone waved “Goodbye”.   That night the little boy did go to bed with his furry dog that looked  so much like his favorite dog, Blossom.   Just like the couple that came to his house, Jackson knew he would never forget his special dog, Blossom, who was now called Fancy.  Maybe he would find another favorite dog someday that would stay with him forever.  If so, he would probably call her Blossom.

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The story above is true and we at Boyer Writes are glad to share that Blossom (now Fancy) is in her new happy home….that is when everyone gets enough sleep after the 2 am whimper says,  “Don’t forget I’m just a pup who needs to hit the grass outside.  If you don’t listen, I will hit the blanket in my bed.”

We definitely listen to her and hope the day will come when we all get enough sleep, especially my husband who always takes her out at night.  He’s not afraid of the bears or other animals, like skunks, around our mountain house.  Needless to say, they sack out together a good deal of the time. Bill and Fancy sleeping

As I am writing this at my computer, Fancy is sleeping again, curled up at my feet, just as she did at the little boy’s house. Fancy headshot sm

When not sleeping, Fancy is eager to play with the ball, chew on her bone and ride in the truck.  We went to see our dearest uncle John, who is 93 and still plays golf. Fancy and Uncle John 2 Fancy took to him right away but decided not to go in the house with my cousin’s two big cats.

We hope you have enjoyed our journey to find our new puppy and the adorable little boy and his family that we will never forget.  Here are a few pictures of life with Fancy Girl:

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WHAT’S OUR EXCUSE?

There’s no doubt that the world is made up of really different living things. People are different from animals. Land animals are different from sea animals. We could go on and on from the very large to the microscopic. Somehow, there is a connection.  God must have made it that way.

THE ODD COUPLE

I have noticed that even with all the differences,  some ….and I repeat “some” tend to overlook those differences and go on with living and forming the most remarkable relationships . We hear that “opposites attract” in courtship.     An extremely outgoing couple  may  find it hard to get a word in edge-wise.    Somehow there has to be a compliment to make things work.

Our dog, Gracie, is featured on one of my writings with her friend, the cat from down the street. I have never understood if the cat thinks Gracie is her mother…or Gracie thinks the cat is her child, or perhaps they are  just  friends.   It does not seem to matter that Gracie is a large, Golden Retriever and the cat is extremely small.  One or the other gets licked or rubbed up against. They lay down together…or sometimes just ignore  each other.

 Regardless, it all led me to think how we often recoil from someone who is so different from ourselves. It may be the culture, personality, or even skin color that keeps us miles apart. Little is said that would open the door to understanding or to closeness.    Do we not see that we were all brought into this world the same way….and we will go out of this  life just the same…when we take our last breath.     Will there be surprises in heaven…or hell, if there are such places…as we believe?     I wonder if all the differences will remain and God will just say’, “Get over it!”.
I know you will not leave this writing until you have gone to my video  link relating to these thoughts. You simply cannot miss it….and you may wonder if it is real.       However, your eyes will see it and know that our differences do not matter….and we actually  have no excuses.
N. Boyer of Boyer  Writes               See right side panel of this writing. Click on “Heart Warming Story…”


WINTER SNOW

Gracie

Gracie

Our dog, Gracie, loved to lay on the ground when it snowed. One would think that her soft, white belly would freeze, but she didn’t seem to mind. Gracie couldn’t wait to take long walks into the woods so she could see if the deer had been there that night. Once she caught a little fawn in her soft mouth; holding it until we arrived to command her to let go. She obediently did so without any harm to it at all.
The arrival of the Canadian geese on our pond was an exciting time for Gracie. She would run down to the side of the lake to watch them as they honked their arrival. The freedom to roam our 23 acres was a dog’s paradise, except the time she poisoned herself with a dinner of mushrooms. None the less, when the snow began to fall quietly on the deck and in the trees, Gracie was ready to taste it all for herself. “Isn’t it time to cut some wood? What do you mean clean my feet? Snow is just water!” she seemed to say with her eyes.
The quiet of a winter snow is a wonder for all of us. Gracie just shared it with us as we curled  up next to the fire. What’s a dog to do, but  listen to embers pop and crackle.  

Just settled in, late at night, and that look is on her face.  “Take me outside now or you will not be happy!”   Gracie did not care that it took getting the clothes on; putting on the boots  and heavy coats, as well as the hat and hood.   Once outside,  the below O degrees, factoring in the wind chill, just didn’t hurry her any.  After all she was outside and could stare at the dark woods, listening or looking at the bright stars in the winter night.    Ah!  Winter!   It is a dog’s life.       BOYERWRITES   by N. W. Boyer               (Turn on sound and click “play” on first page of slide show.)

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