Welcome to my blog! I am Nan, the human component of this blog. B.A.G.S. (a.k.a. AINE) is my pug. This blog will notate musings, muses and British inspired goodies with an American twist. I own The Portobello Road Shoppe located at theportobellord.etsy.com. My specialties are: sewing, stitching, paper crafting and felting. Oh, and the occasional nummy brownies.
I have been away at a fabulous work conference in Orlando. It was so fun not only attending it but seeing my teammates as well. Another added bonus? Being able to breakaway for a 3 hour trip into Universal's The Wizarding World of Harry Potter! Hazzah!
First stop- Butter Beer! It was to sweet to drink unfortunately.
Mandatory picture at the Hogwart's Express
The castle was gorgeous and the ride was fantabulous
Professor Sprout's classroom while we waited in line...
Hogsmead Village - We could have ate there but didn't have time.
Big ol' barrel of Butter beer- frozen or cold.
It was a little crowded
Inside the sweets shop
I stayed at the Peabody Hotel and they have a DUCK PALACE! Yes, ducks march down from their palace at 11am in a special elevator to their fountain in the lobby and than march back up at 5pm
Folks- On my way to church today at exactly 845 am, I saw the unthinkable happen; I saw a hit and run occur. A cute little dog named Homer was hit by a driver and left to die at the street medium. Yes. The driver didn't pull over.
Homer was 9 years old and he looked a lot like my dog neice Kerry.
Cutie isn't she? Well Homer was as cute as Kerry and he too was owned by a family of five. Homer died of multiple broken bones, including a broken pelvis.
I know folks may say, well thank GOD it wasn't a child and I do agree with you. But what I don't agree with is leaving the scene of an accident.
I think this sums up my feelings-
Yes, this is supposed to be a funny from www.ihasahotdog.com, but it isn't. I am shocked that someone left the scene of a crime. Maybe I am to naive, but you know, what if that was a child? How could a person not stop to see what happened? Also, the driver would have seen "something" because that "something" flew while being struck. That "something", this time, was a cute little dog named Homer.
I was the first responder to the scene, the second one was Erin the Nurse. I am so thankful that Erin was there-we moved Homer out of the medium to the grass and called the owner and the police as fast as we could. Homer was such a trooper- when we started petting him he calmed down- but you could tell he was in so much pain and didn't show it. Erin- even though allergic to dogs- petted him while sneezing.
All of this got me thinking, I am grateful to the people who ran to see who could be saved on 9/11; to our veterans who fight in wars on our behalf and to the police officer who gave Homer a blanket so he could make it to the vet hospital. I wish, your selfless acts of bravery and caring could spread like a virus throughout the humankind so that the world could be a much better place. We need that type of "virus", if you ask me.