She’s a special girl, filled with lots of love. More love than you can imagine. And more heart. And more strength. And more courage. Just wait until you learn what Toni has been through.
Toni is a 12-year-old part-Labrador mix. She lives a happy dog life with her human family in Fargo, North Dakota.
Toni might look perfectly normal, except for some grey around the eyes revealing she’s become a senior. But she’s quite a bit different from most other dogs. Instead of four legs, she has only three. But that doesn’t stop Toni from partially running and more frequently hopping around the house and yard, trying her best to keep up with her busy family.
She’s also different in other ways, too, and when you read further about her tear jerking start in life and the struggles she’s somehow endured and survived since that beginning, hopefully then you’ll come to appreciate the special bond Toni has with the Hanson’s.
Here’s Toni’s truly remarkable story.
Full Disclosure: From 2004 through 2006, I served as Director of Communications for PokerStars.com (Rational Gaming Enterprises). The views expressed herein do not reflect the opinions of my past or present employers or associates in any way. My views are entirely my own.
All I could think about last night, upon hearing that PokerStars.com had finally been approved to operate legally on U.S. soil for the very first time was what must have been going on in the mind of Isai Scheinberg — the founder and pioneering force behind the company that I served loyally for nearly three years.
Somewhere out there, he must be smiling.
I like purges.
Sometimes, it’s necessary to clean out the closets and take out the trash. So, get out the garbage bags.
Last night, I posted several live updates on Twitter. I don’t do this but once a year perhaps, if that, and only when there’s a major event happening that might be fun to cover. Most of my comments last night were about the Republican Presidential Debate happening on CNN, which took place as I was tweeting out my commentary, flinging occasional barbs, and even cracking a few jokes at the candidates’ expense. Even people who don’t agree with my leftist politics are probably aware that I’m quite amiable. I love debates and discussion. And, I never take things personally, nor let politics affect my friendships. I’ve got witnesses to back me up on this. I mean, those I didn’t purge already.
Meet Donald Trump’s newest challenger.
That’s right. You read it here first.
Look at the facts. The candidate leading the G.O.P. pack right now is a megalomaniac who bleaches his hair bright orange. He’s blundered his way through several failed businesses and has filed for bankruptcy four times. He rambles incoherently without a script each time he steps in front of a camera. What he says often offends millions of people. And, he’s wasted half of his life hanging out inside casinos.
If those are credentials for the most important job in the world, then I don’t just have a fighting chance. Hell, with my resume that should make me the frontrunner.
Ladies and gentlemen, I hereby announce my candidacy for President of the United States….as a Republican.\
I’m an ice cream addict.
Trouble is, there’s a lot of shitty ice creams out there polluting the markets loaded with garbage ingredients like high-fructose corn syrup, artificial sweeteners and phony flavors, and worst of all chemical preservatives that makes ice cream addiction one of the unhealthiest vices around, aside from smoking. Dairy products aren’t particularly good for you, anyway. Plus, they make you fat. Well, they make me fat. Okay, fatter.
But up until now, that’s a price I’ve been willing to pay. I just have to get my regular ice cream fix. It doesn’t matter where I’m visiting, or what the temperature is outside, I want a triple scoop of whatever I can get my hands on, and then I devour it within only a couple of minutes because — I CAN’T STAND SOFT ICE CREAM!
I want my ice cream rock hard. Otherwise, I will not eat it. I have a soft ice cream phobia.