4/27/2023 0 Comments Stream of ConsciousnessHad a great time not long ago at a local vendor’s event in Stroudsburg, Pennsylvania. My spot was next to a Greyhound rescue organization. That turned out to be serendipitous because two of their volunteers purchased a copy of Lance: A Spirit Unbroken. My wife Clara returned the favor by donating to their cause.
While the event was going on, I was contacted via the Internet by-among many other folks- Patricia in the United Kingdom, Nicole in Australia, Chuck in Kentucky, U.S.A., and Elizabeth in Norway. People from all over the world are expressing interest in Lance’s saga. What makes this so special is that for ten years, Lance’s life was headed nowhere. On a narrow patch in the backyard of a homeowner in a small town in northeastern Pennsylvania (USA), Lance languished and suffered in obscurity for over a decade, doomed to die in that same obscurity. Now, because of the twists and turns of fate, a dog that had existed in life’s shadows is getting the recognition he deserves. Chrissie Hall, an early reader of Lance: A Spirit Unbroken, said she could tell I put my heart and soul into writing this book. She’s right. What makes that effort gratifying is seeing readers react so strongly with their hearts and souls, too. When prospective readers ask me how Lance’s story will make them feel, I answer that different parts of the book can make a person sad, happy, angry, laugh til the cows come home or, perhaps, inspired. When recalling Lance’s reaction to the death of Clara’s brother, I myself am still brought to tears—and not just of sadness. That was as emotional an event as I’ve had with any living creature. On the flipside, car rides with Lance (I can laugh now) were both ill-advised and a hoot! Lance was a lot of things but never boring. Thanks for following this stream of consciousness to its end. Because you did here's a little something extra! https://binged.it/3AxLnvp
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3/30/2023 0 Comments Death-defying Dog!No, I’m not talking about Lance this time. I’m referring to Quincy, a good-natured terrier mix I met back in the early 1980s while living on Long Island. Fate had thrown me into the house where he lived with his neglectful (abusive?) owners. Quincy and I hit it off and I took over responsibility for his care. That included giving him his fair share of exercise, something he hadn’t gotten at all up to then. Whenever I could, I drove him to a nearby high school where I put in mileage on a quarter-mile track. At times, Quincy would run right alongside me as we completed lap after lap together. Then, most likely bored, he’d wander off to do dog research inside the large, fenced school property. He often came back to join me as I continued to run. One day, Quincy and I were in my car heading for a workout. The day was hot and sunny. I was driving a VW beetle complete with open window air-conditioning :-) We were traveling on Nassau Boulevard near its intersection with Southern State Parkway. It was noontime and the two-lane(in each direction) road was loaded with traffic. I glanced over to see how my canine passenger was doing only to see he’d climbed halfway out of the car! Before I could grab what remained of him inside the car, Quincy squeezed through the partially open front passenger window and flew the coop! I slammed on the brakes, only to hear other drivers slam on theirs behind me. Then began a serenade of blaring horns. I jumped out of my car, certain to find a dead dog—the guilt immediately set in. To my relief, I saw no dog carcass on the road. I spotted Quincy on the opposite side of Nassau Boulevard. He had been in pursuit of who-knows-what and had reached a grassy area on the other side of the street . How he had gotten across four lanes of heavy traffic unscathed defied logic. I yelled ”Quincy, stay!” and prepared to negotiate traffic on foot to get to him. Just to make things more interesting, quite a few vehicles weren’t slowing down at all, either oblivious to or unconcerned about a loose dog—or me, for that matter. Quincy interpreted “Stay” as “Come.” He lost all interest in whatever he’d been chasing. Instead, completely ignoring traffic, he came running back towards me as if we were long lost friends. I held my breath as several cars swerved to avoid him while others sped by, undeterred by a jaywalking canine. Miraculously, Quincy made it to my car which I’d left standing in one of the two northbound lanes. I corralled the wayward dog by the collar and ushered him back into my vehicle. Immediately, the window on his side was rolled up tight. To cross those four lanes and then do the return trip gives new meaning to the phrase pushing the envelope. I thanked my lucky stars—and Quincy’s—that, on a road teeming with cars, not one vehicle had struck him. I was extremely grateful but I’m guessing Quincy never knew what didn’t hit him. We drove on to the high school as if nothing had happened—and, in a sense it hadn’t. In case you missed it, for the rest of Quincy’s story please go to A Story within a Story (walterstoffelauthor.com) PLEASE SHARE I have a soft spot for dogs like me—the rescued kind.
My spirit remains unbroken. I hope yours does too! I wanted to be Man’s Best Friend, but my abusers wouldn’t let me. Give me one good reason not to adopt a dog…I said good reason! Please adopt a dog right now. Don’t make him wait ten years like I did. I have a bone to pick with abusers. A rescued dog can do anything a purchased dog can—and just may be even more appreciative. Dogs are sanity in an insane world. I don’t like images of animal abuse on Twitter. It’s a personal thing, my friend. On hikes, my rescuer got dog-tired, not me. A dog is smart enough to know sitting on command is nothing special; he’s also smart enough to know humans think it is, so he graciously humors them. My rescuer had no idea what he was getting into. I did. Do you leave your dog outside 24/7? Shame on you! If you took it on the chin for ten years like I did, you’d have issues too. The veterinarian said I’d been to hell and back. If I can make it, so can you! Don’t let people crush you; I didn’t. Dogs can be many things. I, for one, am inspirational. PLEASE VISIT ME ON TWITTER: LANCE@LANCEUNBROKEN 1/31/2023 0 Comments You know you're a dog lover if...You relax because you see your dog is relaxed.
Just about anything your dog does you find entertaining. When talking to your dog, you keep the conversation going no matter what your dog’s response is. You happily anticipate your dog’s greeting when you come home. You read labels on dog food more diligently than you do on human food. You feel guilty if you fail to walk your dog. You feel a sense of accomplishment when your dog pees or poops (outside the house, of course!). You feed your dog before you feed yourself. You spend more attention (and money) tending to your dog’s health than you do to your own well-being. You don’t mind the fact that the floors in your house are littered with dog toys. You have a dog despite the fact you’re allergic to canines. You excuse your dog’s bad behavior more easily than you do any human’s. When your dog destroys furniture, you keep the dog whether or not you get rid of the furniture. You don't worry about where their tongue might have been immediately prior to slobbering all over your face. You don't kick your dog off the bed; you make room for them. I’m sure I missed other tell-tail (misspelling intentional!) signs. Can you add to the list? Walter 12/30/2022 0 Comments Bittersweet but Beautiful!
12/2/2022 0 Comments The Rainbow BridgeA year after losing Lance, my wife and I rescued a poodle/beagle we named Buddy. And that's just what he turned out to be. Please go here for my essay on Buddy: Lance's Dog Patch Blog - Lance: A Spirit Unbroken (lanceaspiritunbroken.com)
The following is a description of how I imagine a meeting between Lance and Buddy might go: For a brief moment, everything went dark. Then, Buddy opened his eyes and was immediately dazzled by incredibly bright light. Coming from a short distance away, he heard barking. Buddy sprang to his feet and ran in the direction of the canine crooning. In a matter of seconds, he reached one end of a huge bridge that was surrounded by the largest rainbow he’d ever seen. There was a black and white border collie waiting to greet him and escort him into the world that began at the other end of the bridge. This was Buddy’s new home. His final home. “Hi, Buddy! I’m Lance.” “So, you’re Lance! Mom and dad used to talk about you a lot. Boy, did you make an impression on them!” “I hope they said good things about me.” “Oh, they did. They said you were a handful, but they’d do it all over again if they had to.” “That’s great to hear. What a relief! The way I grew up I was never sure if anybody really cared about me. I mean Anna was nice to me, but she’d always come and then go. As for the Schmidts…Grr! Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot. Up here, there’s never any need to growl.” Buddy had a question. "What does everybody do around here? Down on earth, I spent the whole day getting spoiled by mom and dad. “ “They spoiled me too, or at least as much as I’d let them. I just could never quite get my act together to fully enjoy the good life. You were lucky.” “I realized that after I heard mom and dad talking about how you lived before they got you. Wow, you went through a lot!” “Well, it finally did get better, but it took some doing. You know, I wonder what dad was thinking about when he walked me from my owners’ property and then stuck me back on that darn run again. I mean, I broke loose and showed up at dad’s place not once, but twice and he still didn’t get it! I’d say he was a little thick between the ears, but then again, he’s only a human, not a border collie.” “Believe me, he regrets that a lot.” “Well, that was then, and this is now. I’ve been waiting for you because the word was out that you’d be “coming home” any day now. It’s a pretty good set up. They’ve got the largest field you’ve ever seen and there’s a river, a pond and even a gentle stream for the less adventurous dogs. Whenever you get thirsty running around a fresh bowl of water magically appears right in front of you. Nobody gets sick here either. “ “So, Lance, how long have you been here?” “I’m not sure exactly. Anyway, time is unimportant up here. All I know is that I got some treatment before they let me go across the bridge. You know, since I was a problem dog, they had to make some adjustments to my thinking. No medication and no operation were needed. It’s like everything else around here—a miracle. I had to come here to finally find peace of mind.” “It seems like a nice place, but I miss mom and dad, especially mom.” “Buddy, on the other side of the bridge you’ll see lots of doggy parents. The same thing that happened to you and me and all the other dogs here, happened to them and they came here to reunite with their pets. This time it’s forever. Only the good dog owners, of course. I’ll never have to fear the Schmidts again—not ever!” “But when are mommy and daddy going to get here?” “You and I will have to wait for a while. They still have work to do down on earth. You know, like finding another dog in need like you and I were. Enough of this small talk. What do you want to do—take a walk, go swimming, meet and greet all your furever friends forever…and I do mean forever! I guarantee you no one here will ever leave you or turn against you. That’s an unwritten but hard and fast rule.” “Well Lance, I’d like to go for a walk, but you know I wasn’t allowed to for my last six months down there because of my heart condition.” “Let me ask you this—are you feeling any pain?” “Come to think of it, no.” “See? Buddy, I’m telling you. It’s a whole different ballgame up here.” “So, what’s next?” “Let’s cross the bridge and I’ll introduce you to some of my pals. Of course, we’re all pals around here. C’mon! Last one into Rainbow Land is a doggy’s uncle!” Lance took off at full speed with Buddy doing his best to keep up. 11/3/2022 0 Comments HELP!Help! No, I’m not asking for financial assistance, although all contributions would be gratefully accepted. You know, that starving artist thing.
The assistance I am asking for pertains to Lance’s blog. One of Lance’s followers regularly provides me with great videos like the one you’ll see here: https://bit.ly/3DYwW65 The material she sends helps me cut down on the research time required to prepare for each month’s new post and, even better, the videos are so entertaining for us fellow dog lovers! If you have any videos regarding dogs, whether taken from the Internet or from your own personal collection, please consider sharing them on Lance’s Dog Patch. Even more importantly, if you know of a special pooch — either from the past or in your present — please get in touch with me. Scanning through Lance’s blog, you’ll see personal stories that are touching and even dramatic. We can certainly put something together to memorialize any dog you consider extra special. We’re talking everything from an expensive purebred to the most woe begotten rescue. Had a special dog growing up? Have fond memories of a special dog no longer with you? Have a unique dog right now? Know anyone else with a good dog story? Please let me know. Your assistance in making Lance’s page the best it can be is greatly appreciated. Walter P.S. In keeping with this month's Thanksgiving theme, I'd like to take you back in time a bit. I never get tired of this video and hopefully you don't either. If you've never seen it, you're in for a surprise! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3IhqE8IIzUA 9/27/2022 0 Comments Lance for Congress! As November 8th approaches, Lance's opponents beat around the bush while Lance makes no bones about where he stands on the issues. If elected, he promises to sink his teeth into the country’s problems: Once in Congress, he’ll take a bite out of crime. Safety for the nation’s most vulnerable is a major issue for Lance. He has a bone to pick with abusers. If elected, Lance will insist on stricter enforcement of leash laws in public places. He’s tired of seeing dogs accompanied by unrestrained humans. (In the photo above) Lance reacts to his opponent’s attack ad in the newspaper. Lance will listen to his constituents. He’s all ears. Illegal immigration? Who better to resolve that issue than a border collie? Lance will help the homeless because he’s been there himself. This country’s adversaries will learn to take Lance seriously. Lance’s bite is far worse than his bark. Lance will tackle the nation's problems with dogged determination. Is Lance qualified to serve in Congress? Let’s just say he’s never bitten off more than he can chew. Lance promises not to run for reelection. After his first term, he’ll be dog gone. Having lived in uncertainty for the first ten years of his life, Lance knows the importance of protecting Social Security. Lance will fight discrimination. Intolerance really ticks him off. Jobs going overseas? If elected, Lance will retrieve them. Lance would never lead this country down the wrong path. (In the photo below) Here’s Lance with a potential constituent. Even felines fancy Lance—he’s the cat’s meow. Vote Lance in 2022! 8/29/2022 0 Comments Something's MissingA home without a dog is like… Day without night Bells without whistles Tom without Jerry Salt without pepper A bride without a groom Abbott without Costello Scotch without soda Pork without beans Thunder without lightning A joke without a punchline Pie ala mode without ice cream Government without taxes Rimsky without Korsakov (okay, I’m stretching it a bit!) In other words, in a home without a dog, something is missing. Can you add any examples to this list? 7/29/2022 0 Comments Never Judge a Book by its CoverNever judge a book by its cover. In the literal sense of that phrase, I refer you to the cover of Lance: A Spirit Unbroken, which features a very nice photo of a gentle-looking Lance. With Lance, appearances could be deceiving. You never were sure what kind of mood he was in. I’d like to think that the gentle expression on Lance’s face in the cover photo is the “real” Lance, the dog that would have been but could never be only because he grew up in the wrong hands. In this essay, I’m using the phrase “Never judge a book by its cover” in the figurative sense.
Not too long ago, I was signing books at the Bikers for Boobs breast cancer charity event in Northhampton, PA. The word “biker” can conjure up visions of…well, you know. So, I’m sitting at my table and off in the not-too-far distance was standing a hulk of a man all of—I’m guessing—some 250 pounds of weight carried on a frame that reached well over six feet in height. He had his back to me, but I could see that his bare arms were tattooed to the max. On both elbows were patterns of a spider’s web. On the back of his shaved head, I could make out what appeared to be the end of a dagger or sword. The biker kept moving his arms as if he was adjusting his grip on something. I guess I’ve been conditioned by all the recent gun violence because the thought flashed across my mind: “This guy has loaded up and is ready to go berserk!” I wondered if someone else packing heat would put him out of his misery before he put me out of mine. Then, the man turned around and gently put two chocolate lab (I’m guessing the breed) puppies on the grass. They were very young and mostly content to lie in the ground snuggled up against each other while occasionally sniffing their surroundings. The biker was smiling and talking to them like a proud papa. Bikers and non-bikers alike approached to pet the puppies and chat with their beaming owner. I took away two lessons that day: 1-Never judge a book by its cover—or a person by his or her fashion statement. 2-In a world suffering from so much disunity, dogs can be such great unifiers. walterstoffelauthor.com |
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Walter Stoffel is a substance abuse counselor and GED teacher in correctional facilities. When not behind bars, he likes to read, travel, work out and watch bad movies. Major accomplishment : He entered a 26.2-mile marathon following hip replacement surgery and finished—dead last. The author currently lives with his wife Clara, their dog Buddy (another rescue), and cat Winky (yet another rescue).
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