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To find fault
is easy, to do better may be difficult....Plutarch
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"Love is
stronger than death even though it can't stop death from happening,
but no matter how hard death tries it can't separate people from
love. It can't take away our memories either. In the end, life is
stronger than death."
Author
unknown.
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Dear Dog,
I saw you today for the first time, just a couple houses from my own.
The school bus stopped to let out your kids, and your mom opened the
front door to let you run out and greet them. You are a wiggly,
bouncy and happy little puppy with a full belly and a shiny coat. Your
kids grabbed you up, hugged you, held you and toted you inside. Your
tail was wagging the entire time. I thought to my self, how sweet, what
a way to end a long hard day.
I spoke to your mom this evening and she said that they got you from the
Animal Shelter, and the kids named you Lucky.
March 10
Dear Lucky,
I saw you today as I always do on my way home from work. You were
already outside to greet the kids today, which seemed a little odd. The
little girl got off the bus and shooed you away; she appeared to not
want you jumping on her. The boy got off the bus and gave you a quick
playful pat on the head, then smelled his hand and brushed you aside.
You looked confused and sad, as you went to lie by the porch. You curled
up in a tight ball on the cold ground and let out a huge sigh. My heart
felt heavy that day.
March 21
Dear Lucky,
I saw you today. I was headed home, and the kids got off the bus, walked
to the house, and you ran out as far as you could on your heavy chain to
let them know you were there. The little girl ignored you, the little
boy told you to be quiet, when you barked for his attention. My neighbor
commented that they needed to do something with your barking because you
keep them up at night. You had a bucket of water and a bowl of food, a
relatively nice doghouse, but your eyes were sad and empty. I shook my
head and let out a huge sigh.
April 30
Dear Lucky,
I worried for you today. You look thin, your chain heavy on your neck,
your coat is dirty and falling out, you don't get up to do much anymore.
Your bucket is turned over, and I have not seen your food bowl for a few
days now. I spoke to the neighbor and asked about you. He said you still
bark at night and he saw the man of the house throw something at you the
other day as he scolded you. I shook my head in despair as I went back
into my house.
June 4
Dear Lucky,
My heart sank today. I was headed home, and you weren't in your yard. A
large part of me hoped you got away, another large part of me was
frightened at all the other possibilities. I asked my neighbor about
you, and he said your family went on vacation and sent you back to the
Animal Shelter. I shook my head and cried for you as I went into my
house.
June 5
Dear Dog,
I went to the shelter today. I found you huddled in the back of a cage
that had a bucket, a bowl of food, and a blanket for you to lie on. You
looked up at me as if you knew me, and my heart broke as I read your
card. They did not even care enough to give them your name, and the card
simply said, "male, neutered retriever mix. Owners did not want." I
cried when a gentleman from the kennel said, "That's a sad one there. He
came from here, you know, last Christmas. Guess they just got tired
of him. He's too frightened, no one will adopt him." I went to the
counter and told them I would be back tomorrow and please don't do
anything just yet. They all kind of nodded like they heard that one
before.
June 6
Dear Dog,
I brought you home today. You were scared and untrusting, but a small
part of you somewhere allowed you to wag the tip of your tail when I
told you that you were a good boy and that I loved you. I gave you a new
name, "Happy", because you aren't and I hope that someday you will be.
You had an accident on the floor, and when I came back to clean it up
with paper towel you slunk down and whimpered as if the hand was coming
for you. I tried to choke back the tears when I thought of what you must
have gone through in the past six months. I reached out and patted you
and your eyes closed and your body went limp at such a gentle gesture.
"We're going to be all right," I told you. I showed you your food, and
you ate voraciously, and you marveled at the treats and toys I got for
you.
December 25
Dear Happy,
Good morning my best friend! You woke me, as always, popping out from
under the covers on your side of the bed, licking my face to tell me it
was time for our walk. We went through the living room and you
sniffed what Santa left for us. I hugged you and said, "Last year you
were a Christmas gift, now this year, these are all yours!" Your coat is
shiny, your belly always full, and even though we found out at your
first vet visit you had heartworms, you are healthy now. As we went out
for our walk, we saw your old family in the front yard. They look at you
each time as if they recognize you in a way, but you don't give them a
second glance. --- Then I believe both our hearts stopped as we saw the
children emerge from the yard holding a small playful puppy. "Isn't she
just precious? We got her from the animal shelter. Hope this one works
out, the other dog we got from there was so much trouble." I sighed and
refrained from pointing out that you were not the trouble. You looked up
at me as if to say, "Thank you, mom." I kneeled down and whispered in
your sweet ear, "No, it is I who thank you."
"DOGS ARE LIKE CHILDREN; THEY ACT LIKE THE PEOPLE WHO RAISE THEM"
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"The jealous are troublesome to others,
but a torment to themselves" William Penn |
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Confidence comes from not always being
right but from not fearing to be wrong.. Peter Mcintyre |
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When God had made the Earth and
Sky, the flowers and the trees
He then made all animals and all the birds and bees.
And when His work was finished, not one was quite the same
He said "I'll walk this Earth of Mine and give each one a name".
And so He traveled land and sea and every where He went
A little creature followed Him until its strength was spent.
When all were named upon the Earth and in the Sky and Sea.
The little creature said "Dear Lord, there's not one left for me".
The Father smiled and softly said "I've left you to the end
I've turned My own name back to front, and called you "Dog"--My
Friend.
Anonymous
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"When you're a
beautiful person on the inside, there is nothing in the world that
can change that about you. Jealousy is the result of one's lack of
self-confidence, self-worth, and self-acceptance. The Lesson: If you
can't accept yourself, then certainly no one else will."
Sasha Azevedo.
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When I am Old...
I shall wear Turquoise and soft grey sweatshirts...and a bandana over my
silver hair...and I shall spend my Social Security Checks on Sweet Wine
and My Dogs...and sit in my house on my well-worn chair and listen to my
dog's breathing.
I will sneak out in the middle of a warm Summer night and take my dogs
for a run, if my old bones will allow...and when people come to call, I
will smile and nod as I show them my dogs ...and talk of them and about
them...The Ones so Beloved of the Past and the Ones so Beloved of
Today...
I still will work hard cleaning after them and mopping and feeding them
and whispering their names in a soft, loving way...I will wear the
gleaming sweat on my throat, like a jewel. And I will be an
embarrassment to all...and my family...who have not yet found the peace
in being free to have dogs as your Best Friends...
These friends who always wait, at any hour, for your footfall...and
eagerly jump to their feet out of a sound sleep, to greet you as if you
are a God.
With warm eyes full of adoring love and hope that you will stay and hug
their big, strong necks...and kiss their dear sweet heads...and whisper
to them of your love and the beautiful pleasure of their very special
company...
I look in the Mirror...and see I am getting old...this is the kind of
woman I am...and have always been. Loving dogs is easy, they are part of
me, accept me for who I am, my dogs appreciate my presence in their
lives...when I am old this will be important to me...you will understand
when you are old...and if you have dogs to love too.
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Ten Favors a Dog Asks From a Man
1-
My life lasts between ten to fifteen years. Every separation from
you means suffering for me. Think about this before you decide
whether
or not to take me!
2- Give me time to understand what you
are asking from me.
3- Instill confidence in me - I thrive
on it!
4- Do not be angry with me for a long
time and do not lock me up for
punishment!You have your work, your pleasure, your joy - I have only
you.
5- Talk often to me! Even if I do not
understand you completely, I do
understand the tone of your voice when you talk to me.
6- Know that, no matter how I am being
treated, I shall
never forget
it!
7- Keep in mind, before you hit me ,
that my jaws could crush the
knuckles of your hand with ease, but that I do not make use of them.
8- Before you scold me when working
with me, consider: perhaps I am
uncomfortable from digesting my last meal;
perhaps I was exposed to the sun too long; or perhaps I have a
wornout
heart.
9- Take care of me when I am old -- you
too are going to be old one
day.
10- Be with me when my going gets
rough. Everything is easier for me
when you are beside me.
-Author
Unknown
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A Breeder (with a capital B) is one who
thirsts for knowledge and never really knows it all, one who wrestles
with decisions of conscience, convenience, and commitment. One that
shares this knowledge and guides those interested.
A Breeder is one who sacrifices personal interests, finances, time,
friendships, fancy furniture, and deep pile carpeting! She gives up the
dreams of a long luxurious cruise in favor of turning that all important
show into this year's "vacation".
The Breeder goes without sleep in hours spent planning a breeding or
watching anxiously over the birth process, and afterwards, over every
little wiggle or cry.
The Breeder skips dinner parties because that litter is due or the
babies have to be fed at eight. She disregards birth fluids and puts
mouth to mouth, to save a gasping newborn, literally blowing life into a
tiny helpless creature that may be the culmination of a lifetime of
dreams.
A Breeder's lap is a marvellous place where dogs of proud and noble
heritage often snooze.
A Breeder's hands are strong and firm and often soiled, but ever so
gentle and sensitive to the thrusts of a puppy's wet nose.
A Breeder's back and knees are usually arthritic from bending and
sitting in the whelping box, but are strong enough to guide that new
little pup to maturity.
A Breeder's shoulders are often heaped with responsibility, but they're
wide enough to support the weight of a thousand defeats and
frustrations.
A Breeder's arms are always able to wield a mop, support an armful of
puppies, or lend a helping hand to a newcomer.
A Breeder's ears are wondrous things, sometimes red (from being talked
about), or strangely shaped (from being pressed against a phone
receiver). Often deaf to criticism, yet always fine tuned to the whimper
of an anxious puppy.
A Breeder's brain is foggy on faces, but can recall pedigrees faster
than an IBM computer.
The Breeder's heart is often broken, but it beats strongly with hope
everlasting.......and it's always in the right place! Oh, yes, there are
breeders, and then, there are Breeders!!!
Author Unknown
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This
Christmas
end a quarrel.
Seek out a forgotten
friend. Dismiss suspicion,
and replace it with trust.
Write a love letter. Share some
treasure. Give a soft answer. Keep
a
promise. Find the time. Forgo a grudge.
Forgive an enemy. Listen. Apologize if you
were
wrong. Try to understand. Examine your
demands
on others. Think first of someone else.
Be kind; be
gentle. Appreciate. Laugh a little. Laugh a
little more.
Express your gratitude. Gladden the heart of a
child. Welcome a
stranger. Take pleasure in the beauty and the
wonder of Earth.
Speak your love.
Speak it again.
Speak it yet
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Basic Dog Rules
Newspapers: If you have to go to the bathroom while playing in
the front yard, always use the newspaper that's placed in the driveway
every morning for that purpose.
Visitors: Quickly determine which guest is afraid of dogs. Charge
across the room, barking loudly and leap playfully on this person. If
the human falls down on the floor and starts crying, lick its face and
growl gently to show your concern.
Barking: Because you are a dog, you are expected to bark. So bark
- a lot. Your owners will be very happy to hear you protecting their
house. Especially late at night while they are sleeping safely in their
beds. There is no more secure feeling for a human than to keep waking up
in the middle of the night and hearing your protective bark, bark, bark
...
Licking: Always take a big drink from your water dish immediately
before licking your human. Humans prefer clean tongues. Be ready to
fetch your human a towel.
Holes: Rather than digging a big hole in the middle of the yard
and upsetting your human, dig a lot of smaller holes all over the yard
so they won't notice. If you arrange a little pile of dirt on one side
of each hole, maybe they'll think it's moles. There are never enough
holes in the ground. Strive daily to do your part to help correct this
problem.
Doors: The area directly in front of a door is always reserved
for the family dog to sleep.
Dining Etiquette: Always sit under the table at dinner,
especially when there are guests, so you can clean up any food that
falls on the floor. It's also a good time to practice your sniffing.
Housebreaking: Housebreaking is very important to humans, so
break as much of the house as possible.
Going for Walks: Rules of the road: When out for a walk with your
master or mistress, never go to the bathroom on your own lawn.
Couches: It is perfectly permissible to lie on the new couch
after all your humans have gone to bed.
Playing: If you lose your footing while chasing a ball or stick,
use the flower bed to absorb your fall so you don't injure yourself.
Cats: When chasing cats, make sure you never *quite* catch them.
It spoils all the fun.
Chewing: Make a contribution to the fashion industry ... Eat a
shoe.
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If you burn your neighbours house
down, it doesn't make your house look any better. Lou Holtz
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PET RULES
To be posted VERY LOW on the refrigerator
door - nose height.
Dear Dogs and Cats,
The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other
dishes are mine and contain my food Please note, placing a paw print in
the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming
your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the
slightest.
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating
me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I
fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry
about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure
your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they
sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other
stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking
tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to
maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.
For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by
some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not
necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw
under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the
same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years
--canine or feline attendance is not required.
The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt.
I cannot stress this enough!
To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our
front door:
To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain About Our Pets:
1. They live here. You don't.
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture.
(That's why they call it "fur"niture.)
3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
4. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who
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This was sent to me
today, I can't vouch for it's authenticity but I thought the words were
lovely........
Below is a wonderful
poem Audrey Hepburn wrote when
asked to share her "beauty tips." It was read at her funeral years
later.
For attractive lips, speak words of kindness..
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his/her fingers through it once a
day.
For poise, walk with
the knowledge that you never walk alone.. People, even
more than things,
have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and
redeemed; never throw out anyone.
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end
of
each of your arms. As you grow older, you will discover that you have
two
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From time to time, people tell me,
"lighten up, it's only a dog," or, "that's a lot of money" for just a
dog"
They don't understand the distance travelled, the time spent, or the
costs involved for" Just a dog"
Some of my proudest moments have come about with "Just a dog" Many
hours have passed and my only company was " Just a dog" but I not once
feel slighted.
Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by " Just a dog" and
in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of "Just a dog" gave me
comfort and reason to overcome the day.
If you, too, think it's "just a dog," then you will probably understand
phrases like "Just a friend," "Just a sunrise," or "Just a promise,"
"Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust,
and pure unbridled joy. "Just a dog " brings out the compassion and
patience that make me a better person.
Because of "Just a dog" I will rise early, take long walks and look
longingly to the future. So for me and folks like me, it's not "Just a
dog" but an embodiment of all hopes and dreams of the future, the fond
memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment.
"Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts away
from myself and the worries of the day.
I hope that someday they can understand that it's not "Just a dog" but
the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being "Just a man."
So the next time you hear the phrase "Just a dog." just smile, because
they "Just don't understand."
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Love all
Trust a few
William Shakespeare.
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PUPPY POEM
I love my little puppy he makes my house a home.
He always is my best friend, I never feel alone.
He fills my heart with love.
Did some breeder, breed him or did he fall from up above.
I've never been a breeder, seen life through their eyes.
I hold my little puppy and just sit and criticise.
I've never known their anguish, I've never known their pain.
The caring of their charges, through, snow, wind or rain.
I've never sat the whole night, waiting for babies to be born.
The stress and trepidation when they're still not here by dawn.
I've never felt the heartache of a little life in my hands.
This darling little puppy who weighs 120 grams.
Formula, bottles, heat pads, you've got to get it right.
Two hourly feeds for this little guy, throughout the day and night.
In your heart you know, you're almost sure to lose the fight.
To save this little baby, but god willing you just MIGHT.
Day 1 he's in their fighting you say a silent prayer.
Day 2 and 3 he's doing well, with lots of love and care.
Day 4 & 5 he's still fine, your hopes soar to the heavens.
Day 6 he slips away again, dies in your hands day 7.
You take this little angel and bury him alone.
With aching heart and burning tears, and an exhausted groan.
You ask yourself "why do I do this". Why suffer all this pain.
But when you see the joy your puppies bring it really self explains.
So when you think of a breeder and label them with "greed".
Think about what they endure to fill another's need.
When you buy a puppy and with your precious pounds part.
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F A M I L Y
I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.
He said, "Please excuse me too;
I wasn't watching for you."
We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said goodbye.
But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.
Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.
When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.
He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.
While I lay awake in bed,
God's still small voice came to me and said,
"While dealing with a stranger,
common courtesy you use,
but the family you love, you seem to abuse.
Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You'll find some flowers there by the door.
Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.
He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."
By this time, I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.
I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
"Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.
"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.
I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."
I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay.
I love you anyway."
I said, "Son, I love you too,
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."
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