I know I don’t look like much.
My ears aren’t the longest –
But I can hear everything you say.
My coat isn’t very shiny, either –
But I love to be brushed.

I am not a perfect dog, I guess.
Sometimes I make mistakes in the house,
Mostly when I get scared.
And I get really frightened when my foster mom goes away.
I know what it’s like to be abandoned forever.
What if she never, never comes back?

I get awfully possessive about my food sometimes.
I know what it’s like not to have any.
And big people with loud hard voices scare me
When they try to clip my nails.
I’ve been hurt bad.
And sometimes kids run and scream,
One of them hit me once. And one kicked me.

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What is a good dog? A good dog is one that wants to please his owner. One that is responsive to his owners commands. One that obeys our commands, and responds to our desires for him in training. This is what most people would call a :”good” dog.

People sit in awe when we have a dog that walks on a leash with out pulling, sits by our feet when we stop, lays down on command, sits on command, rolls over, sits up, stay’s etc. They ask, “Oh my gosh, how did you train him to do that” we respond “with love and positive attention, for he is a good dog and his only desire is to please me, his owner”.

Now, what happens when the owner is a monster??? A good dog who’s only desire is to please his owner is turned into a killing machine. His OWNER trains him to fight, to kill, to be what society calls “a bad dog”…but how can we call this poor animal a bad dog???

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Thank You for bringing this foster dog into my life.

Had I not made the decision to participate in rescue, I would never have had the chance to meet him. If I had sat here comfortably in my home and said “I already have four dogs and I know that I couldn’t take in another - even on a temporary basis,” I would never have met this dog.

Yes, it takes time to rescue and foster… but who gave me Time in the first place? And why or what was the reason I was given Time? To fill my own needs? Or was there another reason ever so small and seemingly insignificant, like rescuing this one dog, that could make a difference in another’s life? Perhaps to add joy, hope, help and companionship to another who is in need?

With great sadness, I sat down on a footstool in my kitchen this morning and watched as this foster dog bounced back into the house and skidded across the floor to sit ever so perfectly in front of me. He was the picture of health, finally. He was all smiles for me…. and I smiled back at his happy face. Deep in his eyes, the storm clouds of illness and generalized poor health had blown away, and the clear light of his perfection radiated out from his beautiful soul. He holds no ill will toward man. He forgives us all.

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My dog and I live in this house. You are welcome to come and visit me anytime but we have a few things that you must understand before you visit.

You must expect a few dog hairs to stick to your clothes. I vacuum and clean every day but a Dog lives in this house too.

You may be licked and given a paw a few times but he does this because he loves people and wants to say hello, so if you feel that you are too good for his love then you are not welcome here because this is his home too.

My dog is well mannered and very clean but if you are one of those people who think all animals are dirty and smell then go away. You are not the type of person that I care to associate with.

If you don’t like the sound of barking, then my home is not going to be a comfortable place for you to visit. My dog protects me by letting me know I have a visitor. Whether it be a friend or uninvited stranger. If you are a friend, my dog will consider you his friend too but if you are an unwelcome guest, my dog will protect me with his life as I would his. Do not expect me to lock my dog in another room during your visit. I have trained my dog well so he will not do anything to you except maybe want a pat on the head. I will not subject him to feel as if he is being punished by locking him away for no reason. That would just be cruel.

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This is a tongue-in-cheek writing aimed at those who think a new baby and a puppy are not compatible in a home… an interesting twist on the theme.

HELP URGENTLY REQUIRED!

Please help! After two long years of being on a waiting list for an exotic rare breed dog, we were finally notified by the breeder that at long last, our number has come up, and…

WE’RE HAVING A PUPPY!

We must IMMEDIATELY get rid of our children now, because we just KNOW how time consuming our new little puppy is going to be! Since our puppy will be arriving on Monday, we MUST place the children in new homes this weekend!!!

They are described as:

One male, white, blonde hair, blue eyes. Four years old. Excellent disposition. He doesn’t bite. Name is Tommy. Temperament tested. Current on all shots. Tonsils removed already and very healthy condition!

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I see by his coat
he must be a stray,
the untidy look
gives him away.

He’s lost his will
and is so thin
hasn’t eaten, since
God knows when.

I know as I coax him
through the door,
There’s always room
for one more.

The other night
in the freezing rain,
That little female
came again.

Matted and soaked
crying in need,
lost and alone
with babies to feed.

Her pleading eyes
I couldn’t ignore,
There’s always room
for one more.

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High up in the courts of Heaven today
A little dog angel waits;
With the other angels he will not play
But sits alone at the gates.
“I know that my master will come, says he
And when he comes he will call for me.”

He sees the spirits that pass him by
As they hasten toward the throne;
And he watches them with a wistful eye
As he sits at the gates alone.
“I know if I just wait patiently
Some day my master will come,” says he.

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Dear God, please send me somebody who’ll care!
I’m tired of running, I’m sick with despair.
My body is aching, it’s so racked with pain,
and dear God I pray, as I run in the rain.
That someone will love me and give me a home,
a warm cozy bed and a big juicy bone.

My last owner tied me all day in the yard
Sometimes with no water, and god that was hard.
So I chewed my leash, and God I ran away.
To rummage in garbage and live as a stray.
But now God, I’m tired and hungry and cold,
and I’m so afraid that I’ll never grow old.

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Every dog must have a soul, somewhere deep inside
Where all his hurts and grievances are buried with his pride.

Where he decides the good and bad, the wrong way from the right,
And where his judgement carefully is hidden from our sight.

A dog must have a secret place, where every thought abides,
A sort of close acquaintance that he trusts in and confides.

And when accused unjustly for himself, He cannot speak,
Rebuked, He finds within his soul, the comfort he must seek.

He’ll love, tho’he is unloved, and he’ll serve tho’badly used,
And one kind word will wipe away the times when he’s abused.

Altho’ his heart may break in two, his love will still be whole,
Because God gave to every dog an understanding Soul!

This morning, I woke up & kissed my dad’s head.
I peed on the carpet, then went back to bed.
“The life of a puppy, oh my, this is great.”
Then I thought about breakfast,” I hope it’s not late.”

Mom took me outside, we walked for a while.
This never fails to make Mama smile.
I sniffed of everything, that we did pass,
I ate something weird - it gave me gas.

I’m sure God loves me, I know that is true.
He gave me so many great things to chew.
Rugs, plants or rocks, I really don’t care.
What I truly like best, is Dad’s underwear.

That obedience book, was sort of yummy.
Though it didn’t sit well on my poor puppy tummy.
I threw up a bit, but that was all right,
When Mom found it later, I was well out of sight.

I made streamers of T. P., while running at full speed.
Mom is pretty quick — but I was still in the lead.
I flew under the bed, and Mom flew past,
She stopped-shook her head, and breathed,
“You’re too fast.”

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I will lend to you for awhile
a puppy, God said,
For you to love him while he lives
and to mourn for him when he is gone.
Maybe for twelve or fourteen years,
or maybe for two or three
But will you, till I call him back
take care of him for me?

He’ll bring his charms to gladden you
and (should his stay be brief)
you’ll always have his memories
as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise that he will stay,
since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught below
I want this pup to learn.

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People keep saying “he was just a dog”.

He was the one who got up with me every morning, no matter how early, to help me greet the morning.

He was the one who stood guard over our home, our family and the loneliness of my days.

He was the one who acted as the best alarm system around, letting us know when someone or something was approaching outside the door.

He was the one who slept at the door to the bedrooms, to make certain everyone was safe.

He was the one who loved the children. From the babies who would pull and tug at him and use him as a brace for wobbly legs learning to crawl or walk, to the older ones with whom he would sneak into their bed at night and cuddle close.

He didn’t rest until everyone was home safe and sound.

He was the explorer who wandered through the bushes in the yard, hunting for lizards or the scent of the woodland creatures that might happen by.

He was the guardian who would chase away those woodland creatures lest they harm one of us.

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