The danger of candles
I love candles. I burn them almost every evening. Tonight I placed a candle on the coffee table. It's a rather large one that my housecleaner gave me for Christmas. It's in a glass container about 8" high.
As I was sitting on the couch watching TV, Max decided to jump on the coffee table so I moved the candle to the other end. I was petting him and watching TV at the same time when I smelled something awful. While I didn't notice, Max turned around and his tail brushed over the flame of the candle and got singed. It was only a couple of hairs that turned black and Max didn't even notice.
I immediately picked him up and checked his tail and all is well but I fear what would have happened if I was in another room or something. Of course, I blew the candle out right away.
Maybe I should rename him Singe??????
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand and strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!
--unknown
Sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can't see
--Polar Express
Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened.
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