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A Dog's Diary:
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
- Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
A Cat's Diary (Same Day):
Day 683 of my captivity:
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the floor.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates of what I am capable. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. The audacity!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded!
The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe ... for now. (Source: Unknown)
1. The cat is not allowed in the house.
2. OK, the cat is allowed in the house, but only in certain rooms.
3. Ok, the cat is allowed in all rooms, but must stay off the furniture.
4. The cat can get on the old furniture only.
5. Fine, the cat is allowed on all the furniture, but it is not allowed
to sleep with the humans on the bed.
6. The cat can sleep on the bed, but not under the covers or on the pillow.
7. OK, The cat can sleep under the covers and on the pillow by invitation only.
8. Well, ok, the cat can sleep under the covers every night and on the pillow too.
9. Humans must ask permission to sleep under the cover with the cat; only the cat can sleep on the pillow.
We all need our spirits lifted from time to time especially when working with animal welfare issues that are emotionally charged with extreme highs and lows. Take a minute now to
BREATHE DEEPLY as you ENJOY the musings below and remember why it is that
you do what you do for animals. Namaste.
DEAR DOGS AND CATS
(Please Post On Bottom of Refrigerator, Near Floor, For Best Results)
The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. 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. Racing 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, however. 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 on the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.
For the last time, there is no 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 in an attempt to open the door. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years: canine/feline attendance is not required.
The proper order for kissing is: Kiss me first, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough.
Finally, in fairness, dear pets, I have posted the following message on the front door:
TO ALL NON-PET OWNERS WHO VISIT AND 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
(3) I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
(4) To you, they are animals. To me, they are adopted sons/daughters who are short, hairy,
walk on all fours and don't speak clearly. Remember, dogs and cats are better
than kids because they:
(a) eat less,
(b) don't ask for money all the time,
(c) are easier to train,
(d) normally come when called,
(e) never ask to drive the car,
(f) don't smoke or drink,
(g) don't want to wear your clothes,
(h) don't have to buy the latest fashions,
(i) don't need a gazillion dollars for college and
(j) if they get pregnant, you can sell their children!
Open Letter to Dogs and Cats
Just this side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to the Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; his eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and, when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then, you cross the Rainbow Bridge together. (Author Unknown )
Bless Your Soul
by Kellie Kanuit
Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work.
One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself at the thought of someone who would dance to the day, and so, he walked faster to catch up.
As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man, and that what he was doing was not dancing at all. The young man was reaching down to the shore, picking up small objects, and throwing them into the ocean.
He came closer still and called out "Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?"
The young man paused, looked up, and replied "Throwing starfish into the ocean."
"I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?" asked the somewhat startled wise man.
To this, the young man replied, "The sun is up and the tide is going out. If I don't throw
them in, they'll die."
Upon hearing this, the wise man commented, "But, young man, do you not realize that there are miles and miles of beach and there are starfish all along every mile? You can't possibly make a difference!"
At this, the young man bent down, picked up yet another starfish, and threw it into the ocean. As it met the water, he said, "It made a difference for that one."
A beautiful soul of 19 years. 'Til we meet again, my precious one, at the
Adopted from the "streets," Luke's
"forever people" are the Smiths
Their "forever people" are
(Friends of Greyhounds, NC)
Just TRY to say NO to this!
The Star Thrower
by Loren Eiseley
(1907 - 1977)
This story has appeared all over the web in various forms, usually with no credit given to Mr. Eiseley.
Loren Eiseley was an anthropologist who wrote extensively. He was the 'wise man' in the story, and he was walking along a beach after a storm and encountered the fellow throwing the starfish back. (Source: MuttCats.com)
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And God Created the Greyhound
"God Bless Your Soul, Friend"
Driving along the interstates and backroads of North Carolina, I am constantly driving by animals who had lost their lives, usually by being hit by a moving vehicle: dogs, raccoons, possums, deer, and even cats. I grieve for every animal I see.
A long time ago I had the thought that an animal that loses its life on a highway does so totally ALONE. No one was there to hold its paw or stroke its head as it slipped off to Heaven. It was at that time I had the thought that the least I could do when I saw one of those poor unfortunate creatures was to acknowledge it by saying, "God bless your soul, friend." I have been doing that for years and it seems to give me a sense of peace. It is my way of honoring the life of that sweet creature.
Recently, as I was driving along one of those highways, I began to daydream. I found myself imagining what it would be like when it's MY time to go, "up there."
I was walking through a beautiful open field of green grass. The sun was shining brightly and the air was cool and breezy. In the distance, I could see hundreds of animals running, jumping, barking, and al coming towards me. I was a little taken aback, a little on-guard at first, yet kind of excited at the same time. I have always had a strong love for animals.
As they approached, I could see that they were healthy with shiny eyes and coats and looking very friendly and approachable. Then, an older looking shepherd dog quietly broke away from the group and walked up to me. I felt my eyes widen. The dog then softly said, "Thank you"Although I felt surprised that a dog actually spoke to me, I felt compelled to reply, "Thanks for what'?" The old dog then said, "Remember that day in 1997 on Interstate 95 South, mile marker 129? I was that dog you drove by. I had been hit by an eighteen-wheeler. I heard what you said as you drove by me. I heard you ask God to bless me."
Tears began to fill my eyes as I continued to listen. The dog went on to say, "I was in so much pain. I was so scared and felt so alone and I knew I was going to die. After you said that, I instantly felt so much better. The pain stopped and a sense of peace washed all over my body. Now I am here with all of these great guys. Thank you for caring."
By now, I felt as though I was really in a dream. Then, other animals started to walk up to me. Some rubbed up against me as they looked up and shyly said, "Thanks." Well, me being me, the tears really began to fall and all I could do was just sit down and sob uncontrollably. All of those wonderful animals gathered around me and the only words I could get out of my mouth were, "You're welcome."
As I began to calm down and somewhat catch my breath, an old tabby cat slinked up against me and whispered, "God bless your soul, friend."
I really was in Heaven. God bless all of the animals in the world.