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Showing posts with label Portraits of Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Portraits of Love. Show all posts
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
I made a new friend at the park yesterday. His name is Charlie. Charlie was the name of Candy's mate. Candy was my first dog and, another standard poodle. I was five years old when she was carried through our door.
It amazes me how I can remember the name of her mate and I can't remember things like the names of my senators, the dates of World Wars, the names of all the presidents ...
Talk about selective memories. Guess I keep track of the good stuff.
Isn't he a gorgous boy?! I love poodles ...
Friday, September 21, 2007
Operation Roger — Truckers Transporting Dogs and Cats to Safety Across North America
By Joy in Friends of Dogs, Rescue Groups and Information
How many times have you heard about a dog or cat who needed to get from one place to a new home but there was no one to help? Now there is! Operation Roger to the rescue!
Operation Roger is made up of wonderful, caring truckers who transport rescued dogs and cats to new homes around the country. I sure wish they would mark their trucks because as I travel on the highways I’d like to give a Dogster barky honk to each and every one of these “knights of the road!”
So if you work with a rescue and need to help a dog or cat get to a new home, please contact these heroes on wheels (click here to go to dogster.com for the rest of this awesome story.)
By Joy in Friends of Dogs, Rescue Groups and Information
How many times have you heard about a dog or cat who needed to get from one place to a new home but there was no one to help? Now there is! Operation Roger to the rescue!
Operation Roger is made up of wonderful, caring truckers who transport rescued dogs and cats to new homes around the country. I sure wish they would mark their trucks because as I travel on the highways I’d like to give a Dogster barky honk to each and every one of these “knights of the road!”
So if you work with a rescue and need to help a dog or cat get to a new home, please contact these heroes on wheels (click here to go to dogster.com for the rest of this awesome story.)
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Heaven, Hell & A Dog
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stonewall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble.
At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother of pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold.
He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked. "Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.
"I'm sorry; sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going. After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road, which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?" "Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there" The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in."
"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog. "There should be a bowl by the pump." They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the bowl took a long drink himself, and then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them.
"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked. "This is Heaven," was the answer.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too." "Oh, you mean the place with the Gold Street and Pearly Gates? Nope. That's Hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?" "No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that they screen out the folks who'll leave their best friends behind."
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stonewall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble.
At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother of pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold.
He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked. "Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.
"I'm sorry; sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going. After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road, which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?" "Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there" The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in."
"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog. "There should be a bowl by the pump." They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the bowl took a long drink himself, and then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them.
"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked. "This is Heaven," was the answer.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too." "Oh, you mean the place with the Gold Street and Pearly Gates? Nope. That's Hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?" "No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that they screen out the folks who'll leave their best friends behind."
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Last week a man wanted to adopt one of our beloved hounds, Speigle The Beagle.
He wanted to know what I thought about Speigle's leg that had been broken and healed but could be arthritic down the road.
I told him that love is a risk. We can't promise that someone will live for long or be healthy anymore than we can for a dog. But I do know that love withheld is wasted, safe but wasted.
What do you think. Should he take a chance on Speigle? Should he take a chance on Love?
He wanted to know what I thought about Speigle's leg that had been broken and healed but could be arthritic down the road.
I told him that love is a risk. We can't promise that someone will live for long or be healthy anymore than we can for a dog. But I do know that love withheld is wasted, safe but wasted.
What do you think. Should he take a chance on Speigle? Should he take a chance on Love?
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
I was just reading about how Jann Arden recorded a special version of her song "Saved" to raise money for the ASPCA so I checked out the lyrics. Your turn ...
Lived a good life
Lived a sweet live
Oh, I've had the sun on my face
I had fallen to my knees and been amazed
I have walked beneath the brilliance of a perfect sky
Oh I am Saved
Saved
Lived a good life
Lived a sweet life
Oh I have a beautiful friend
I am breathless from the mercy of a smile
I am standing on the brink of the most perfect love
Oh I am Saved
Saved
I am Saved
I believe I am not going to be like I was
I have changed
I am Saved
I have bitten off the pieces that I did not want
I have torn them into tiny bits of rain
Oh the sun has dried those memories
like I knew it would
Oh I am Saved
I am Saved
I am Saved
Saved
Saved
I am Saved
Oh I am Saved
I have bitten off the pieces that I did not want
I have bitten off the pieces that I did not want
Yes, I have bitten off the pieces that I did not want
Oh, I am Oh I am Saved
I am Saved
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