Darlene Arden

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Darlene Arden is an award-winning writer and author. A Certified Animal Behavior Consultant, Arden lectures widely on wellness for pets including, behavior, training, and nutrition She is also an experienced television producer/host, and a lively guest expert on various radio and television programs and a popular and much acclaimed speaker. Her Petxpert Podcasts recently launched on YouTube and will also be on ROKU. Darlene’s dog books include, The Angell Memorial Animal Hospital Book of Wellness and Preventive Care for Dogs, Small Dogs, Big Hearts, and her behavior book, Rover, Get Off Her Leg! Her Cat Books, The Complete Cat's Meow, and Beautiful Cats are also currently available. A Certified member of The International Association of Animal Behavior Consultants, a former director of the Cat Writers’ Association, former member and board member of Dog Writers’ Association of America, Inc. one of the few layperson members of The American Association of Human-Animal Bond Veterinarians and a member of Boston Authors, among her numerous awards are the CWA Muse Medallion, and the Massachusetts Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals/American Humane Education Society’s Media Award for veterinary writing and animal welfare. You can visit Darlene Arden’s website: www.darlenearden.com On Twitter: http://twitter.com/petxpert Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Darlene-Arden/38527843746?ref=ts Blog: PerPETuallySpeaking.blogspot.com

A Few Random Thoughts During the Holiday Season...

...that don't particularly have anything to do with the Holidays. Or, perhaps more correctly, Holidaze. 

Do you remember the signs in practically every car on the road - or so it seemed- that read BABY ON BOARD? What? Like it's okay to hit a car with GROWN-UPS ON BOARD?  Adults don't count? Please don't hit this car because it has a baby in it whose life is obviously more precious than yours. Perhaps that was closer to the beginning of all of this "Politically Correct" nonsense that has gone so far that we are losing our Freedom of Speech. But I digress. 

The Holidays are For The Children.  Well, adults appreciate being thought of as well.  However, considering the economy we'd be better off going back to basics and making something if we can. I'm perfectly satisfied with an e-card. Just knowing someone has thought of me long enough to send one of those makes me happy. I'm not forgotten. As writers we live a pretty solitary life. As a single writer, mine is particularly solitary. My cat is a Chartreux. b2ap3_thumbnail_aimee--me.JPG 

She has a silent meow. As a migraineur, I appreciate that. It would be nice, however, if through some flight of fancy, she could say something, preferably in English, every now and then.

The thing that has been really irritating me (you knew I'd get to it, didn't you?) is Make a Wish. Before you start screaming at me for being mean or cruel, please hear me out. Have you ever heard of Make a Wish for Grown-ups? No?  Of course not. That's because there isn't one. My question is: why not? Do only children who are fatally ill deserve to have a wish fulfilled? Do people who have lived longer and had a difficult life not deserve to have a wish fulfilled?

I remember interviewing Tony Bennett many years ago. Some interviews stay with you. At one point, while discussing why he gives everything to each performance, and his performances are long, he told me he just wants to bring some happiness to people, an escape for a little while. He said some people are born under a lucky star, and some people, dammit, no matter how hard they work, nothing goes right. He has not forgotten those people. Apparently, everyone else has. If you've seen someone struggle with cancer, you know how debilitating it is, how barbaric the treatment. Some people have worked hard all their life, can't really afford to retire and haven't even taken a vacation, and then they're hit with a debilitating or fatal illness. What about them? Are they like the ones who aren't a BABY ON BOARD? They've lived "x" number of years, therefore no one needs to think of them, they've had their chance.

How many people have friends drift away when they're ill because it has gone on too long. I have had, and still have, many friends with chronic, but invisible, disabilities. One had a "close friend" tell her that she was lying when she was too sick to go out for dinner. I pointed out that she wasn't a real friend. This is the time of year when people are alone.  Some are healthy enough to go and help others, to be with friends. Others are incapacitated and completely alone. What of them?

What of older people? They have so much to share but people shy away from them. They have feelings. They still want to see people, have conversations, travel. They're not dead. Why can't people stop treating them as if they were?

I have no answers. Just questions and some food for thought for anyone who is reading this.

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Former Member
Love your comment about "holiDAZE!" I am a former wish-granter for MAKE-A-WISH and I always wondered why there wasn't a "wish-gra... Read More
Monday, 21 December 2015 12:28
Darlene Arden
Hi Debby, Thank you for your comments. I'm glad to hear that someone else was wondering about doing something for adults. Thank... Read More
Monday, 21 December 2015 21:03
Former Member
I have to applaud Tony Bennet for his belief in those not born under the lucky star. He was one of a kind performer . I would ha... Read More
Monday, 21 December 2015 17:16
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First Green Room Blog Post

It has been a long time since I've had a second blog. It was, admittedly, a blow when The Red Room was sold. I was pretty happy there. I was comfortable. I should have realized something was afoot when they started adding new people at a rapid pace. It was more of a process to be a blogger there and they had some well-known people. I was surprised when I was accepted. The one thing I couldn't understand was why, when I posted certain opinions, I was attacked by so many people. Most of those people never commented on my other posts. I finally learned that the only people who could comment were other Red Room members so no one would be attacked. Apparently, the members hadn't been apprised of that.

My other blog relates to my work. It's about companion animals, how to make life better for them, as well as lesser-known charities, the occasional book or toy review, whatever strikes my fancy as important for pet owners to know. It's on Blogger which is basically idiot-proof.

Rosy Cole invited me here when The Green Room was first opened. Little did she know that I have a show business background so the name, at least, was eminently suitable. I wanted to look around. I had, like other bloggers, felt broadsided when The Red Room closed its virtual doors. Everyone seems to be at Word Press. It has a learning curve, which is fine, but the features everyone loves were things that I hated, like putting your cursor over a picture to see more information. I find such gimmicks to be more of a nuisance. The more I looked at sites, the more disenchanted I became. I put the idea of a second blog on the back burner. And then I returned to it. There was Rosy. Friendly, welcoming Rosy. Not to mention her dog. Always a bonus for me. They both seemed to be inviting me.

I took the plunge, created an account and then ran directly, at top speed, into writer's block. Would I give up any secrets? Would I post about current events? Would I comment on the state of Journalism today?  Nothing. Just nothing.

I decided to just let something flow, stream-of-consciousness, now or never. So here I am and now you know why I'm here. Does anyone care? I don't know but I've made a start.

If anyone wants to know more about me, or about my work, my published books, etc., you have but to ask. My life is pretty much the proverbial "open book."

Recent Comments
Stephen Evans
Welcome Darlene. Glad to see you here. I was thinking just this morning about the difference between Red Room and Green Room. To ... Read More
Sunday, 06 December 2015 21:03
Darlene Arden
Thank you so much for your warm welcome, Stephen. Red Room was where I went to teach myself to blog, to experiment. I met some rea... Read More
Sunday, 06 December 2015 22:12
Rosy Cole
Hello there, Darlene. Welcome! So glad you took the plunge. We're honoured to have such an eminent translator of four-legged frien... Read More
Sunday, 06 December 2015 22:25
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Thanks, Di.
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Pure poetry - very evocative - you are a painter with words..Di
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