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Neil Oliver Vice-President and Group Publisher, Metroland West David harvey Regional General Manager JILL DAVIS Editor in Chief Daniel Baird Advertising Director ANGELA BLACKBURN Managing Editor Riziero Vertolli Photography Director Sandy Pare Business Manager RECOGNIZED FOR EXCELLENCE BY: Ontario Community Newspapers Association MARK DILLS Director of Production Manuel garcia Production Manager CHARLENE HALL Director of Distribution Sarah McSweeney Circ. Manager Website oakvillebeaver.com The OakvilleBeaver is a division of Rescued chihuahuas doing well a year later Oakville home had 33 dogs in cages The staff and volunteers of the Oakville & Milton Humane Society (OMHS) will never forget April 1, 2011, the day they received a message from OMHS officers regarding a large number of chihuahuas they were removing from a home in Oakville. We were actually celebrating the birthday of our long-time volunteer, Diana Aikin, when we received the call. At first we thought it might be an April Fool's Day joke, but quickly realized it was not and began preparing to take in these poor little pups. Cheeno In the end, 33 chihuahuas -- of various ages and many with medical conditions -- were removed from the home. They had lived in squalor, in filthy cramped cages in the basement of the home. The dogs were surrendered by their owner and charges were later laid under the Ontario Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (SPCA) Act. One year later, the OMHS is happy to report that all of the chihuahuas are doing really well and all, but one, have been adopted into loving, `forever' homes. The last chihuahua, a very timid and shy little dog named Cheeno has been fostered and will soon be ready for a new home. The outpouring of kindness and generosity from the community made a huge difference for these little guys. From dropping off towels and pee pads to making generous gifts to help the chihuahuas, it seemed like everyone had taken these pups into their hearts. We will be celebrating Diana's birthday again this year and raising our glasses in an extra toast to the tiny little dogs whose lives were changed forever one year ago. The OMHS is a registered charity and receives no funding from the government or from any other animal welfare organization to investigate and prosecute animal abuse, cruelty and neglect or to shelter, care for and find loving homes for animals affected by such treatment. It relies on the support of the public to do this important work each day. 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KINDRED SPIRITS: Oomama, a local Grandmothers-to-Grandmothers group that supports the Stephen Lewis SUBMITTED PHOTO Trying to track the whereabouts of all the hours in a day ave you ever had one of those weeks where your every waking hour was completely consumed, with nary a nanosecond left for leisure, but you nonetheless ended up feeling like you really didn't get anything accomplished? I've had about 52 weeks like that in the past year. I swear I'm on the go from the wee morning hours until late at night, and I swear I never get anything done. If anything, my to-do list just keeps growing larger and more unmanageable. How can I seemingly toil so hard and apparently accomplish so little? What do I do all day? Where do all the hours go? I decided to track down those hours, and started by investigating my life as it unfolded last week. Right up front, I have to say that one full hour of my week was spent going to the bathroom, at least that's what a recent study suggests. Another three hours were spent on shaving, showering, trimming back unsightly nose hairs and such. And apparently (if I'm average, and I am, I am) I spent 1.5 hours each day eating and drinking. Around the house, I did two hours of laundry, three hours of clean-up, seven hours of cooking, and thirty minutes of cursing the laundry, the filthy house, and the stupid meals I H was preparing. I walked the dog for an hour every day, so there went seven hours out of my week. Oh, and this is essential: over the course of the week I spent three hours on social media. (A fancy way of saying I updated my Facebook status and authored imperative tweets, like: "Having a sandwich!") Andy Juniper As for events specific to last week, well, I lost the better part of a day when I had to take my car in for service. The front end was shimmying. The back end, shaking. Apparently there were tire and brake issues and I needed an oil change. So, I gave my credit card and the technicians went to work divesting me of my money and time. Driving home, I laughed, until I cried, when no less than two warning lights came on -- `Change Oil' and `Tire Pressure Low'. And the shimmying and shaking returned. Also last week, our accountant completed our tax returns. So, I spent an hour writing installment cheques. I also spent one hour cursing our accountant and another cursing our government. To boot, our kids had two medical appointments. Travel time included, these appointments devoured seven hours. And then there was the hour I spent cursing doctors and their overcrowded waiting rooms. Since we live in the country, I spent 12 hours driving to the city and back on assorted errands. Further to country living, I spent two hours of my week trying to coax a connection onto the Internet, another three hours cursing my lack of a connection, and an hour contemplating counselling for all my damn cursing. Of course, I finished the week by wasting two hours trying to figure out where all my time goes. By then, I'd spent 65 odd hours accomplishing next to nothing, aside from having alerted the world to the fact that I was indeed, "Having a sandwich!" I told a friend about my findings. She did not seem surprised. She said that those hours "add up to life." And she noted that if there are any waking hours remaining after all those that "add up to life" are expended, we get to, well, live. Or engage in "real billable work." Andy Juniper can be contacted at ajjuniper@gmail.com, found on Facebook at www.facebook.com, or followed at www.twitter. com/thesportjesters.