TBT- Throwback: My view from twelve…that’s inches!

The Dante Diaries

This morning’s Throw Back Thursday is a throwback to my (our) very first blog post where I introduced myself and HER…..

I am Dante Alighieri.  I am three years old and I am a Malti-Poo.  I weigh in at just a smidge over five pounds.  And from the tip of my paws to the top of the fluffy white fur on my head, I am twelve inches tall.

I live with my human Doggie-Momma, in fabulous & warm Coral Gables, Florida. This blog will be typed by HER but it will be my observations and opinions on our life (mostly HERS)…the good, the bad, the ugly….the happy, the sad…the highs and the lows.  I am HER constant companion and no one, I mean no one, two-legged or four-legged, knows HER better than me.  No one has heard HER laugh so much or cry so hard…no one but me listens to…

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Why Capitalism and Care – Like oil and water should never mix.

Seventh Voice

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The idea of turning ‘care’ into a commodity that can be bought and sold instead of acknowledged as a virtue of the human spirit that can be given willingly, is not a new one.

We’ve long paid doctors, nurses, psychologists, social workers, support workers and a whole host of others who belong to the so-called ‘Caring Professions’ for years.

But what’s changed in the last few decades are the amount of people now being employed in what has come to be known as the ‘Care Industry’.

And by this I mean workers who are not required to undergo years and years of study on how to ‘care’ for others, but instead workers who are simply doing a job with the label ‘Care’ stacked in front of it.

Such as those you’d find working in homes for the elderly or providing in home ‘care’ or assistance for those who are frail…

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