What you didn’t know about rescue (but really need to)

I am involved in the rescue world now. I volunteer with an up-and-coming rescue in my community called TLC. I’m the weekend photographer because I can’t do much else. But, all pet owners should, MUST, read this.

Dog Hair & Bourbon

IMG_1803 As a sort of follow-up to last week’s post that got a lot of people all hot n’ bothered, I figured I would stir up some discussion on what exactly is the purpose of rescue. This post applies to most dog rescues; I fully understand that there are indeed rescue groups who do take it upon themselves to fill the niches provided below. Those groups are few and far between, however.

Dog owners tend to have a lot of misconceptions about rescue groups and animal control, and what their job is in society. Spoiler alert: it’s not to fix your problems.

1. We’re not rehabilitators

So you got a dog, and now that dog is causing you trouble. It’s snapping at company, herding/nipping your kids, tearing up the house, whatever… The likely reason is that you didn’t train it right, didn’t do your research, got a dog from a…

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Oh, Life. Here …

Oh, Life. Here I am, proud as Greek god, and yet standing debtor to this blockhead for a bone to stand on! Cursed be that mortal inter-indebtedness which will not do away with ledgers. I would be free as air; and I’m down in the whole world’s books.

Moby-Dick, Melville, chapter 108.



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“…Pip was left behind on the sea, like a hurried traveller’s trunk.” – Moby-Dick, Melville, Chapter 93.


Here is some creative genius’s wool felt circle loom. This, apparently, was for her Melville class (which is the Major Author course I am taking right now!).

We all know what a simile is, right? A phrase that uses one term to describe someone/something by comparing it to someone/something that is similar. We all know the signal phrases “like” and “as.” As wise as an owl. Love is like a rose. The problem with using similes, however, is to write one without being cliche. Being cliche is a real problem writers face. It is difficult to write without them, and to write them well enough to not come off as an ass, as one of my professors mentioned in class.

Anyway, the quote above is the single greatest simile ever written. I have yet to find a more beautiful image in literature. Pip jumped the Pequod again, but the crew left him this time. They left him behind, like a hurried traveller’s trunk. This speaks for the manner in which they left him, of course, but speaks of his worth. Melville, no matter how hard he is to read, is a King among the court; a master of language and social commentary. 

My challenge to you is simple: write some similes! The real challenge is to rewrite any of your cliches! “Hot as hell” becomes “hot as dog poo sizzling on the sidewalk in the middle of July.” Be creative! When I am within reach of my notebook for Advanced Creative-Nonfiction, I will edit in some of my rewrites for class. Have fun!





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CHAPTER 7: The Chapel. (continued)
But Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope.

It needs scarcely to be told, with what feelings, on the eve of a Nantucket voyage, I regarded those marble tablets, and by the murky light of that darkened, doleful day read the fate of the whalemen who had gone before me. Yes, Ishmael, the same fate may be thine. But somehow I grew merry again. Delightful inducements to embark, fine chance for promotion, it seems–aye, a stove boat will make me an immortal by brevet. Yes, there is death in this business of whaling–a speechlessly quick chaotic bundling of a man into Eternity. But what then? Methinks we have hugely mistaken this matter of Life and Death. Methinks that what they call my shadow here on earth is my true substance. Methinks that in looking at things spiritual, we are too much like oysters observing the sun through the water, and thinking that thick water the thinnest of air. Methinks my body is but the lees of my better being. In fact take my body who will, take it I say, it is not me. And therefore three cheers for Nantucket; and come a stove boat and stove body when they will, for stave my soul, Jove himself cannot.

Let’s do this!


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Hello people of WordPress! Since this is my first post, I would like to introduce myself.

My name is Brittney Rochelle, senior at Morehead State University. I study English with a minor in Creative Writing. I work two jobs alongside my full time studies. I have a Work-Study as an ITV (Webcam courses) Facilitator and I hold a Game Advisor position with Gamestop. I love to write and edit, but have very little time to do so.

I do have a boyfriend by the name of Christopher D, an aspiring Geologist with hopes of joining the Marine Corps. I recently moved into an apartment with him, Bruce the dog, and Jake the drunken Electronics Engineer. If you are ever curious to know more about me, please feel free to ask! You can comment below with any questions and I’ll answer them accordingly.

This blog will consist of my musings, thoughts, and feelings on various things as I come across them in my life. On one half, you will see writing exercises I do in my classes or essays that I compose. On the other half, you will notice that I really like dogs and I will talk about them frequently. I dabble in the hobby of photography, so expect to see photos as well.

Happy Reading!

Writing Prompt: Memorable Meal



Writing a small blurb about a memorable meal. It can be any time, any meal that sticks out to you.

6pm and it is time for Mom to get off work. She walked in promptly at 6:30 with two large, flat boxes. Again.

Monday, pizza.

Tuesday, pizza.

Wednesday, pizza.

Thursday, pizza.

Friday, pizza.

Saturday, go to your Nanny’s.

Sunday, good luck.

The internet was a blessing in 2004–it taught me how to cook. I just needed to buy some food.