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awwwww well hate that's happening on a new mod. Hopefully putting the other tank on will solve it. Just be careful with it.This IS a new mod.It was my two-months-late birthday prezink from Rich
rofl! newp not an expert, but I do love my bunnies! Now dolphins, whales and sea lions.... still not an expert, but did study em for years and worked with em some, so I know more than the average bear. hehehe
No no no... it's "I phart in your general direction."
I was gonna come back with the one about the aunties, but then I remembered where I was...
Deb, I'm ALWAYS careful. Just ask Rich! ROFL! I drive him NUTS!
good! you're a wife, it's your job!
okie dokie......everyone go get your pjs on and brush your teeth, then snuggle down in your beds, and I'll have it ready soonStory, story, tell us a story!!!
sorry something came up, the story will be delayed a bit
Now go away, or I shall taunt you a second time!No no no... it's "I phart in your general direction."
Which really only implies that you know they live in the ocean, since bears know absolutely nothing about dolphins, whales and sea lions
Now, about that story?
Once upon a time there was a Rough Toothed (steno bredanensis) dolphin who was badly injured. He couldn't swim very well, and he got very sick. He managed to keep his above water enough to breathe, but he was so weak that the currents carried him far far away from his home. He ended up finally stranding on a beach near Galveston, in a town called Crystal Beach.
The wonderful folks who found him ended up calling the Gulf Coast Marine Mammal Stranding Network. They in turn contacted Sea Arama Marineworld in Galveston, who handled live cetacean strandings. Cetaceans are the order of marine mammal that contain dolphins, whales and porpoises. When the wonderful folks of Sea Arama arrived in Crystal Beach about 20 minutes later, they found a beautiful black dolphin on the beach, badly wounded, very ill barely clinging to life. They assessed him, got him in the truck to head back to Sea Arama. Once back on Galveston Island, they headed up the main thoroughfare of Broadway, when suddenly the truck died. They tried everything to fix it, to no avail. Knowing the dolphin was near death, and that they were out of options, they looked up to see a panel truck pull in behind them. It was a Lance snack food truck, and the driver just happened to be the one who serviced the vending machines at the marine mammal park. He'd recognized the truck and had stopped to see if he could help. When they told him about the dolphin, he didn't hesitate. Knowing he could lose his job for doing so, he shoved all the boxes of goodies to one side, they loaded the dolphin into the back of his truck, and he delivered them all to the park. Yes, you guessed it, Lance was named for the company whose representative had saved his life!
Upon initial vet exam, Lance was given a zero percent chance of surviving the night. The smallest Sea Lion Sammy was moved in with the bigger guys to give Lance his shallow pool since the injured animal couldn't even hold his head above water to breath. He was propped up on foam rubber so the rough surface of the tiny pool wouldn't damage his already scraped up body. Workers and volunteers stayed with him around the clock. Spraying him down with water to keep his skin wet. He was so badly dehydrated that when you touched him, his black skin peeled off onto your hand. The nighttime shifts were the hardest to fill, but since I worked nights already, I would stay with him on my nights off. We'd covered him with towels that we kept wet with spray, and every 15 minutes I'd feel his dorsal fin to check for fever, straddle him and reach under him to take his heart rate, and also check his respiration. I had to make sure my head was turned away when when doing so as he was heavily infested with nasal parasites, and it was imperative we didn't breathe in the air he exhaled through his blowhole.
Spending the nights together just the two of us and a million or so mosquitoes, Lance and I began to develop a relationship. There was an understanding between us that defied understanding. It even seemed that we understood what the other was trying to communicate. I grew very close to him, and it was an amazing experience that I'll never forget.
Lance gradually improved to the point where we could put him in a larger pool with tenders there to walk him around as he slowly regained some muscle strength. After a couple of weeks he even began trying to swim a few strokes on his own. We knew that the simple effort was taxing his strength, but when, even a weak, 300 or so pound dolphin wants to swim, there's not much that can be done to stop him. Although he made great strides in some areas, there were grave setbacks in other areas. One step forward, two steps back. The cookie cutter shark bites and gashed healed, nasal parasites were cleared, only to return. Finally after 18 days, the valiant animal who'd fought so hard to live, died in the arms of a caregiver. Lance may be gone, but even now, 30 years later, his spirit and memory are still with me just as vividly as those long nights we shared under the stars.
The End
Now, y'all close yur eyes and go to sleep and don't let me hear a peep out of you! Bet y'all won't ask for another story huh!!! hehehe
The wonderful folks who found him ended up calling the Gulf Coast Marine Mammal Stranding Network. They in turn contacted Sea Arama Marineworld in Galveston, who handled live cetacean strandings. Cetaceans are the order of marine mammal that contain dolphins, whales and porpoises. When the wonderful folks of Sea Arama arrived in Crystal Beach about 20 minutes later, they found a beautiful black dolphin on the beach, badly wounded, very ill barely clinging to life. They assessed him, got him in the truck to head back to Sea Arama. Once back on Galveston Island, they headed up the main thoroughfare of Broadway, when suddenly the truck died. They tried everything to fix it, to no avail. Knowing the dolphin was near death, and that they were out of options, they looked up to see a panel truck pull in behind them. It was a Lance snack food truck, and the driver just happened to be the one who serviced the vending machines at the marine mammal park. He'd recognized the truck and had stopped to see if he could help. When they told him about the dolphin, he didn't hesitate. Knowing he could lose his job for doing so, he shoved all the boxes of goodies to one side, they loaded the dolphin into the back of his truck, and he delivered them all to the park. Yes, you guessed it, Lance was named for the company whose representative had saved his life!
Upon initial vet exam, Lance was given a zero percent chance of surviving the night. The smallest Sea Lion Sammy was moved in with the bigger guys to give Lance his shallow pool since the injured animal couldn't even hold his head above water to breath. He was propped up on foam rubber so the rough surface of the tiny pool wouldn't damage his already scraped up body. Workers and volunteers stayed with him around the clock. Spraying him down with water to keep his skin wet. He was so badly dehydrated that when you touched him, his black skin peeled off onto your hand. The nighttime shifts were the hardest to fill, but since I worked nights already, I would stay with him on my nights off. We'd covered him with towels that we kept wet with spray, and every 15 minutes I'd feel his dorsal fin to check for fever, straddle him and reach under him to take his heart rate, and also check his respiration. I had to make sure my head was turned away when when doing so as he was heavily infested with nasal parasites, and it was imperative we didn't breathe in the air he exhaled through his blowhole.
Spending the nights together just the two of us and a million or so mosquitoes, Lance and I began to develop a relationship. There was an understanding between us that defied understanding. It even seemed that we understood what the other was trying to communicate. I grew very close to him, and it was an amazing experience that I'll never forget.
Lance gradually improved to the point where we could put him in a larger pool with tenders there to walk him around as he slowly regained some muscle strength. After a couple of weeks he even began trying to swim a few strokes on his own. We knew that the simple effort was taxing his strength, but when, even a weak, 300 or so pound dolphin wants to swim, there's not much that can be done to stop him. Although he made great strides in some areas, there were grave setbacks in other areas. One step forward, two steps back. The cookie cutter shark bites and gashed healed, nasal parasites were cleared, only to return. Finally after 18 days, the valiant animal who'd fought so hard to live, died in the arms of a caregiver. Lance may be gone, but even now, 30 years later, his spirit and memory are still with me just as vividly as those long nights we shared under the stars.
The End
Now, y'all close yur eyes and go to sleep and don't let me hear a peep out of you!
Bet y'all won't ask for another story huh!!! hehehe
Which really only implies that you know they live in the ocean, since bears know absolutely nothing about dolphins, whales and sea lions
Now, about that story?
Oh I beg to differ........polar bears know quite a lot about them!!
GAH, story.....so......sad 
One of these faces is not like the other.........
Sorry bout that! Hey......I thought I told you to go to bed!!GAH, story.....so......sad
can't sleep wit a wet pillowSorry bout that! Hey......I thought I told you to go to bed!!
can't sleep wit a wet pillow
There, There, it's ok! He's alive and well and swimming in the vast ocean in the sky!
DATS WORSE!!! He gonna fall on us!
ain't I a stinker?
jup......but it's part of your charm! Least that's what I keep tellin myself!ain't I a stinker?
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