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Hi There.... I'm Donna, welcome to my page that's a small part of the cafe. Here I will tell you a little about myself. I am one of the orginal members of the cafe when it first opened. I can remember Dinah searching the internet for an abandoned news group for us girls to post in. That was an interesting time.  As you can you tell by the appearance of this page, I love Native American art and culture. Here, are displayed just a few images that reflect myself. I am currently searching for my Native American heritage. I believe that my Great-Great Grandfather was Quapaw/Modoc/Assiboine. I can't prove this through documentation yet, but I'll keep searching. 
During my search of the past, I discovered the existance of a half-sister that did not even know that I was alive. After learning this information, I began searching for my sister who I had never met. After countless deadends, and one disappointment after another, I turned to the internet. A web page, just like this one, was built containing all of the information I had gathered. This page was then circulated through newsgroups and by many friends, especially the girls from the cafe. Within 10 days of the circulation start, my sister was found in California and we spoke for the first time by telephone on August 6, 1998. We were both very excited and have begun to build a relationship that we missed out on for so many years. The original page that found my sister is here. 
With a history in Law Enforcement as a Canine Handler, I still enjoy training working dogs. I own three German Shepherds and train each for Schutzhund, a German term for "Protection Dog". The picture above reflects the sport of Schutzhund. This activity demands alot of my time to keep the dogs well trained. The sport consists of protection, tracking-searching, obedience, and agility. 
I work closely with some state and federal wildlife officers to rescue abandoned wildlife. This keeps my life very interesting. I have helped to rehabilitate various species ranging from birds of prey, to racoons and deer. 
These rescues are generally a result of the mother of the animal being killed or injured, and the young being found by humans. The babies are brought in and are often delivered to me to care for them until they can be released back into the wild.  Birds of prey are generally found injured from vehicles, or many times from flying into power lines or such. The bird is treated and cared for until it can hopefully, be released to live on it's own. I have had to care for some until they died of old age due to permanent injuries. It's a demanding, but very rewarding commitment, and something which gives me great pleasure.   "Hello....,we are the girls from the cafe, and we're watching for your post!" Where Are The Buffalo ~Gone~ The Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land ~ How can you buy or sell the sky ~ The Warmth of the land ~ The idea is strange to us ~ Yet we do not own the freshness of the air or the sparkle of the water ~ How can you buy them from us ~ Every part of this earth is sacred to my people ~~ We know that white man does not understand our ways ~ One portion of the land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs ~ The earth is not his brother but his enemy and when he has conquered it he moves on ~ He leaves his fathers graves and his childrens birthright is forgotten ~~ There is no quiet place in the white mans cities ~ No place to hear the leaves of spring or the rustle of insect wings ~ But perhaps because I am a savage and do not understand the clatter only seems to insult the ears ~ And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lovely cry of the Whippoorwill or the arguments of the frog around the pond at night ~~ The whites too shall pass ~ Perhaps sooner than other tribes ~ Continue to contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste ~ When the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses all tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many men, and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires ~ Where is the eagle ~ Gone ~ Where is the buffalo ~ Gone ~ And what is it to say goodbye to the swift and the hunt, the end of living and the beginning of survival ~~ Chief Seattle to President Franklin Pierce, 1855 
My time at the cafe has been enjoyable. Dinah has brought together alot of fun and interesting web friends who I am happy to call my friends now as well. It's nice to be able to share, vent, and laugh, all in one place! Thanks for visiting my page here among all the other ladies from the cafe. I hope you have enjoyed this little piece of me. Sincerely.....Donna 
 
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