best fish meal ever is to grill or pan fry fresh caught rockfish filets and make fish tacos the same day the fish was caught...I'm thinking even Bucky would've liked those fish tacos we made in Morro Bay at the Fish N Herf a few years ago...Opel's wife's custom-made salsas contributed to the delectability of those...

delta1 wrote:

Saving one dog will not change the world...
But surely for that one dog, the world will change forever.

Found that in RI last month. Proudly displayed on the patio, cuz da back yard is Tank's domain.

MACS wrote:

That’s nice.

8trackdisco wrote:

Think about it... what were his chances in a shelter? A) not get adopted and get euthanized 😎 get adopted by a dbag who'd use him for fighting, or cut his ears so he looked mean C) get adopted by a family who left his arse in the back yard D) any other number of no bueno situations.

Tank hit the puppy dog lottery. He's spoiled. Pampered. Gets plenty of exercise. Goes on vacations with us. Has 3 beds of his own and still sleeps with us. Sees the vet when he needs to. Gets baths regularly and takes a parasite preventative.

He's livin' the damn puppy dog dream.

MACS wrote:

Similar story that I've heard in the halls of recovery.... you can't help everyone but you might be able to make a difference for someone....

"Once upon a time, there was an old man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach every morning before he began his work. Early one morning, he was walking along the shore after a big storm had passed and found the vast beach littered with starfish as far as the eye could see, stretching in both directions.

Off in the distance, the old man noticed a small boy approaching. As the boy walked, he paused every so often and as he grew closer, the man could see that he was occasionally bending down to pick up an object and throw it into the sea. The boy came closer still and the man called out, “Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?”

The young boy paused, looked up, and replied “Throwing starfish into the ocean. The tide has washed them up onto the beach and they can’t return to the sea by themselves,” the youth replied. “When the sun gets high, they will die, unless I throw them back into the water.”

The old man replied, “But there must be tens of thousands of starfish on this beach. I’m afraid you won’t really be able to make much of a difference.”

The boy bent down, picked up yet another starfish and threw it as far as he could into the ocean. Then he turned, smiled and said, “It made a difference to that one!”

It's kind of a Zen way of thinking and it fits with the title of this thread.

BuckyB93 wrote:

Similar story that I've heard in the halls of recovery.... you can't help everyone but you might be able to make a difference for someone....

"Once upon a time, there was an old man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach every morning before he began his work. Early one morning, he was walking along the shore after a big storm had passed and found the vast beach littered with starfish as far as the eye could see, stretching in both directions.

Off in the distance, the old man noticed a small boy approaching. As the boy walked, he paused every so often and as he grew closer, the man could see that he was occasionally bending down to pick up an object and throw it into the sea. The boy came closer still and the man called out, “Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?”

The young boy paused, looked up, and replied “Throwing starfish into the ocean. The tide has washed them up onto the beach and they can’t return to the sea by themselves,” the youth replied. “When the sun gets high, they will die, unless I throw them back into the water.”

The old man replied, “But there must be tens of thousands of starfish on this beach. I’m afraid you won’t really be able to make much of a difference.”

The boy bent down, picked up yet another starfish and threw it as far as he could into the ocean. Then he turned, smiled and said, “It made a difference to that one!”

It's kind of a Zen way of thinking and it fits with the title of this thread.

BuckyB93 wrote:

Similar story that I've heard in the halls of recovery.... you can't help everyone but you might be able to make a difference for someone....

"Once upon a time, there was an old man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach every morning before he began his work. Early one morning, he was walking along the shore after a big storm had passed and found the vast beach littered with starfish as far as the eye could see, stretching in both directions.

Off in the distance, the old man noticed a small boy approaching. As the boy walked, he paused every so often and as he grew closer, the man could see that he was occasionally bending down to pick up an object and throw it into the sea. The boy came closer still and the man called out, “Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?”

The young boy paused, looked up, and replied “Throwing starfish into the ocean. The tide has washed them up onto the beach and they can’t return to the sea by themselves,” the youth replied. “When the sun gets high, they will die, unless I throw them back into the water.”

The old man replied, “But there must be tens of thousands of starfish on this beach. I’m afraid you won’t really be able to make much of a difference.”

The boy bent down, picked up yet another starfish and threw it as far as he could into the ocean. Then he turned, smiled and said, “It made a difference to that one!”

It's kind of a Zen way of thinking and it fits with the title of this thread.

BuckyB93 wrote: