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62 - CAPE GAZETYE - Friday, April 11 - Monday, April 14, 2008 CAPE LIFE m Georgia Leonhart photos Above, Gardenia gives a special greeting to Gov. Ruth Ann Minner, left, after owner Cecelia Warren gave Gardenia per- mission to do so. Below, a young yellow lab falls asleep in the arms of a friend. First-time raisers receiving their new puppies are (l-r) Colleen Kitzmiller and Holiday, Patty Laughlin and Jewel, Marg 0 Demers and Fina, Linda Williams and Fabio and Linda Kehayias and Elton. Puppies win hearts in Milford; a hub for raising guide dogs By Georgia Leonhart Cape Gazette staff During an afternoon interspersed with laughter and tears, playful puppies won the hearts and attention of a governor, a senator, a mayor and more than 50 peo- ple in Milford last week. The very special pups were bred and will be raised to be guide dogs for the blind. "! wonder how many people have been touched by Guiding Eyes dogs and the people who have trained them? I wonder how many steps they've allowed people to take?" Gov. Ruth Ann Minner pondered as she welcomed the nonprofit organization Guiding Eyes for the Blind to Milford. Sen. Gary Simpson, R-Milford, and Milford Mayor Joseph Rogers also extended greetings and expressed gratitude to the organization at the grand- opening celebration of the Delmarva Region of puppy raisers Friday, April 4. 'qhe dogs are impor- tant. They are friends and a source of freedom," Rogers said. Operating since 1954, Guiding Eyes for the Blind is a nonprofit agency based in California that has put together 6,500 guide-dog teams. "We build relation- ships," said Linda Damato, the organization's mar- keting manager. She told the story of a man who was in one of the World Trade Center twin towers when the buildings were attacked. "He loved his dog so much, he tried to save the dog's life by giving it to another person who Continued on page 63 Moving thingSr seen out of the corner of your eye It's the quiet before the storm. It's the lull in the conversation. It's the wait for the other shoe to drop. I know, I know, the use of the word "it" is, well, overused. But Imn making a point here and I can take poetic license. Poetic license means two things, either my editor is on vacation or I have been too busy gossiping in the break room to carefully edit any- thing that would interfere with my normal three-hour afternoon break. Anyway, it's the one thing that can strike fear in the hearts of mil- lions of women, which is the most important point; fear that takes place right in their own home, where they li'e and where they sleep. It is your common dreaded spi- der. Now you can give it all the fancy Latin names you want: arachnoid, citigradae, drassidae, but it's still has long legs, an elon- gated body, parents and a desire to AROUND TOWN Nancy Katz live in your house. This is the time of the year when you start seeing a few things moving out of the corner of your eye that will make you have a drink, preferably Dewar's scotch on the rocks by noon, and put your house up for sale by six that evening. It's starting to get warmer now, a climate most of these spiders and other things of that disgusting nature like to use to scout out new locations. They think tliey are elite, like the tycoons of the 1930s that would take their families and bring them to seasonal vacations where they can enjoy the cool breezes and easy living at the start of the summer season. Well, I've got news for these crawling things; my house is not exactly the chic capital of society like Newport, Rhode Island, and Nantucket, Massachusetts. I should have known. I spotted a scouting party last week. It was a small brigade of those tiny ants. It's only natural to assume they were bribed by these spiders to occasionally make their presence known around the sink or kitchen cabinet. Oh, they felt my mood, a loud whack with the bottom of my shoe and a satisfied grunt. Sometimes it was a tremendous blow with a newspaper, most of the time miss- ing the target by a mile. And the ultimate scare tactic of all, views of my aging face with- out a drop of make-up at an early morning hour. Still they could take it. The stakes were high and so were those bribes; they had offers of backstage concert tickets, silk bowling jackets and an entire year's supply of saltines. Now you can forget about call- ing 911 when you see one of these spiders. The emergency call cen- ters are equipped to handle any- thing, rapists, murderers, serial killers, robbers and even the occa- sional terrorist. But you call in with a spider sighting, you better figure the whole time the dispatcher is standing on top of her chair, hyperventilating and pleading with you that it is not their juris- diction. And you can forget about call- ing an exterminator. Your phones have been tapped long ago; doing so just makes the line reroute itself to a phony store- front, where spiders and ants lis- ten, barely able to contain their laughter, often wetting themselves silly. You're just going to have to take things into your own hands early. This entails a thorough search of your home where you take no prisoners. The occasional teddy bear will have its eyes poked out if you are stabbing things under the bed. And you may have to beat to death things like pieces of lint or discarded peanut shells. Believe me, it is all worth it. A show of force is essential early during the spring months. The best philosophy, though, is to walk softly and carry a big stick - or at least a can of Raid. And be afraid.