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<title>Pet stories that touched my heart</title>
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<description>Dogster diary for the dog Lucky</description>
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<copyright>Copyright 2013 by Lucky &amp; Dogster</copyright>
<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 03:31:54 PDT</pubDate>
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		<title>Join have a heart as we try to save Casper</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 16 Feb 2009 05:52:30 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<title>It's almost Thanksgiving</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 14 Nov 2008 21:48:04 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hi Pals,

can you believe how fast this year flew by?
i had kids (my 3 boys)... that joined our f ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi Pals,

can you believe how fast this year flew by?
i had kids (my 3 boys)... that joined our family 1st month of 08... then one of them got really sick... and dogster helped save his life...

and Halloween flew us by just like a witch on a broomstick... BOL... and now it's almost thanksgiving...

boy oh boy... i can't wait for all the goodies on the table... mom promised me some turkey.... that's the best part... 

but before thanksgiving comes we have to take CASPER back to the university of Gainesville... so they can tell us the status on his little heart... and let us know how successful his operation was...

*CROSSES PAWS* 

well i'm super pooped and ready to go take a Nap

catch you later
your pal

Lucky]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>VALENTINES DAY POEM</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 10:28:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>i LOVED THIS POEM SO MUCH... THAT I WANTED TO POST IT HERE... 
IT CAME FROM MY WONDERFUL POMMIE FRI ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ i LOVED THIS POEM SO MUCH... THAT I WANTED TO POST IT HERE... 
IT CAME FROM MY WONDERFUL POMMIE FRIENDS IN THE POM POMS
PLEASE ENJOY

Jasper's Poem - (If a dog could talk) By Joanne Hale

I love you in the morning
When you take me for a walk.
Even when you stand around
With people, when you all talk!
I love you in the afternoon
When you give me my first meal.
And even though its beef, or lamb
I don’t want you to buy me veal!
I love you in the evening
When we lounge and watch TV.
You in your armchair, me on the sofa
Casualty – who cares, as long as you’re with me.
I love you in the nighttime
When you let me roam the place.
And if I feel a bit insecure, or lonely
I visit your room to look at your face.
I love you all of the time
Because you are my wonderful Mum.
And you look after and protect me
When you’re with me – I’m never glum.
I’ll love you even more and more
Until my life is through.
But until that time, I know I’ll just
Keep on loving you.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Before I Was A Dog Mom</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 18 Sep 2007 12:15:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I made and ate hot meals unmolested.
I had unstained, unfired clothes.
I had quiet conversations o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I made and ate hot meals unmolested.
I had unstained, unfired clothes.
I had quiet conversations on the phone,
even if the doorbell rang.

Before I was a Dog Mom:
I slept as late as I wanted
And never worried about how late I got to bed
or if I could get into my bed.

Before I was a Dog Mom:
I cleaned my house every day.
I never tripped over toys, stuffies, chewies
Or invited the neighbor's dog over to play.

Before I was a Dog Mom:
I didn't worry if my plants, cleansers, plastic bags,
toilet paper, soap or deodorant were poisonious or dangerous.

Before I was a Dog Mom:
I never had been peed on
Pooped on
Drooled on
Chewed on
Or pinched by puppy teeth.

Before I was a Dog Mom:
I had complete control of
My thoughts,
My body and mind.
I slept all night without sharing the covers
or pillow.

Before I was a Dog Mom:
I never looked into big, soulful eyes and cried.
I never flet my heart break into a million pieces
when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew something so furry and four-legged
could affect my heart so deeply.

Before I was a Dog Mom:
I had never held a sleeping puppy just because I
couldn't put it down.
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
every 10 minutes to make sure all was well.
I didn't know how warm it feels inside to feed
a hungry puppy.
I didn't know that something so small could make
me feel so important.

Before I was a Dog Mom:
I had never known the warmth,
the joy,
the love,
the heartache,
the wonderment
or the satisfaction of being
A Dog Mom.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Dog's Prayer</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 18 Sep 2007 12:11:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.

Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.

When it is cold and wet, please take me inside... for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements... and I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth... though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land... for you are my god... and I am your devoted worshiper.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.

And, beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest...and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands. 

--Beth Norman Harris (author)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>nice quote i found online :) bout humans and dogs :)</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 6 Apr 2007 07:07:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>&quot;He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. H ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ "He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Fav Dog Poems/Short stories</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 12 Feb 2007 09:29:52 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I love dog poetry and short stories, here's some of my FAVORITES enjoy :)

God gave to every dog a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I love dog poetry and short stories, here's some of my FAVORITES enjoy :)

God gave to every dog an understanding Soul

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 judgment 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.
__________________________________________________________

10 Commandments For A Responsible Pet Owner 
   
1) My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years (rarely 18 years). Any separation from you will be very painful.

2) Give me time to understand what you want of me.

3) Place your trust in me - it is crucial for my well being.

4) Don't be angry with me for long, and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainment. I HAVE ONLY YOU !

5) Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I understand your voice.

6) Be aware that however you treat me, I'll NEVER forget it.

7) Before you hit me, remember that I have teeth that could easily crush the bones in your hand, but I choose not to bite you.

8) Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, I've been in the sun too long or my heart may be getting old and weak.

9) Take care of me when I get old. You too will grow old.

10) Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say "I can't beat to watch it" or  "Let it happen in my absence". Everything is easier for me if you are there.
                            REMEMBER, I LOVE YOU.
____________________________________________________________


I STOOD BY YOUR BED LAST NIGHT


I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep. I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep. 
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear, "It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "it's me."
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It's possible for me to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew, in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning and say "good-night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out ... then come home to be with me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>How could you (sad story)</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 10 Feb 2007 14:17:22 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream ... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room.

She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.



***If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine , it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly owned pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters. Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a noncommercial purpose. Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.***]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>the truth about Pet stores (horror stories)....</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 10 Feb 2007 14:09:29 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I had not long since started working in a typical mall pet store. I worked kennel care, you know cle ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I had not long since started working in a typical mall pet store. I worked kennel care, you know cleaning, bathing, feeding, even medicating was up to me and the other kennel attendants.
Well when I first started I noticed the place wasn't as clean as it should be, SURE the front kennels, those that the public could see were clean enough, not perfect but enough to keep the public happy, however the back kennels, those for the sick and recovering pups were the old style metal ones, and not only were they unclean and very difficult to clean, but were rusty and a breeding ground for all the germs we were trying to be rid of.

The first few weeks were fine, I kind of figured since I was working there, at least I knew these animals were getting the BEST care I could give.
But the puppies in the back weren't getting better as quickly as they should, coughs persisted and runny eyes and roses were a constant. Many of the puppies up front were just milder cases of those in the back in 'quarantine'.

Vie seen the invoices from the 'broker' and looked at mark up prices...a $150 beagle puppy now for sale at $998. the pups coming in obviously sick. and those that were too sick to sell had a 'rejected' sign attached and sent back to the 'breeder'.

now my family used to breed, and I don't know a single respected or repeatable breeder that would sell their puppies to a pet store.

but after a few weeks things seemed to get progressively worse, all staff was told to do whatever they could to sell those dogs, tell the customer 'its from a breeder' 'would you like to see the pedigree?' and told firmly, NEVER quote the price until you have them holding the puppy!
I was curious and took a look at these pedigrees, none were akc, and after research I found out that ckc and other such clubs would register just about anything so long as it was a dog. and those 'pedigrees' were the puppies name and the kennel name, nothing about the pups parents.

I can personally say I saw many a sales associate drop a wriggling puppy, or watch as one of the smaller pups got stepped on or dropped.

but the worst started coming fast as the weeks followed,
first was a tiny Pomeranian, I fell in love and named him killer, I wanted him more than anything. he was in back with the other 4 dogs that came in with him, all had a persistent cough, were malnourished and had other various medical problems.
soon enough little killer had a reject sigh on his rusty kennel and the store was in a bind with the 'breeder' who wouldn't take the dog back.
So he stayed in back with a now discovered knee problem and the same cough it had had for about a month now.
I saw that puppies papers, they had one vet look at the puppy, a vet well known for NOT liking pet stores, he rated with a 4-5 luxating patella, so they tried a different vet, and suddenly the knee problem was none existent at most a possible 1...
The puppies cough died down and he was put on the sales floor to find a home, once there the cough started again but someone did buy the little pup, a week later they came back, diagnosed with a lever 5 floating patella, kennel cough and possible slight case of pneumonia.
But the store insisted that they would have the vet look at him on them and, of course the stores vet again found no knee problem and told the unwitting family that poms have very common trachea problems and the cough was stress induced.
The family came in 2 weeks later with the body of a dead killer, left untreated the pneumonia had gotten worse and killed the little puppy.

the other case was even worse and hit me harder than my lil killer.

we got a "Tiny Teacup Chihuahua" this little dog was smaller than the kitten I found at 4weeks old.
I fell in love again, the curse of being an animal lover, and I nicknamed her munchkin. After 4 days her eyes got watery, she didn't eat much, even for her size she ate very little, her nose started runny and though she could stand she was wobbly and couldn't walk properly.
She spent 1 week in back before the store vet even looked at her, they said it was just a cold and gave her some antibiotics to rid her of anything. after another week no improvement, she slept all the time, wouldn't play and just wanted to be healed. the vet told us she was stressed and needed to be in a warm home environment for a while.
So we went through the list, no one would take her, it would mean syringe feeding her water every couple of hours, meds and constant care, no one wanted to invest the time.
She already had a 'possible reject sigh' but again the 'breeder' wouldn't take the little girl back.
So the store assistant manager was trying to get the main bosses to let me adopt her for a small fee ($100)

now I am very familiar with the breed and noticed that munchkin as I nicknamed her had multiple large soft spots, when id brought this up with our store vet, they treated me like I didn't have any clue and said all this pup had was a cold.

She was the sweetest little dog ever, but wasn't getting better...took her back to the store so the vet could check her over, the meds weren't working and she wasn't doing well. all she did was sleep, no interest in playing. the vet said that she was getting better but was probably getting used to the calvados as shed been on it so long, so they changed her meds, 2 days later she passed away on her way to the vets.
that morning I had woken and she was cold, coughing and blowing bubbles, the night before she had perked up and gained a little energy, but now she was almost ridged and very cold and blue, bubbles from her nose and a gagging sound, she sounded like she was drowning.
I called the store vets office and explained to the receptionist, I told her flat out "she's dying!" and was told, oh well were not open till midday, if she dies before then just wrap the body up and bring it by when we open so we can store it in our freezer for your managers.
I was discussed and upset, she was going to be mine and she was quickly slipping away.
so I called the emergency clinic, they were closed but the number of another vet was left for any emergencies, so I called that number, they told me to bring her in.
I rushed there as fast as I could but she died before I could get her there.
in tears I tried to explain where she was from and what had happened, and they took the body in back, I said it was my fault but to assure me they told me to wait, after listening to the story they had taken some x-rays, and blood tests, the x-rays showed that her lungs were completely filled with fluid, and blood tests revealed Parvo, distemper and kennel cough!. The vet told me she should have been in intensive care as soon as she started coughing, a human couldn't survive that let alone a tiny puppy, she was under 1/2 lb. they were annoyed at both the store and store vet, and actually paid a visit, I am told that day the place was a mess, I hadn't been in in about a week and a half. the vet was annoyed at the number of sick puppies on the sales floor, let alone how terrible the back conditions were.

I went back into work 2 days later to be told I was on probation because the puppy wouldn't have died if I had been doing my job and looking after her, and if I wasn't caring for her then obviously I wasn't caring for the store pups either.

I know for certain the pups were getting their meds only when I was there the morning woman didn't speak any English, couldn't understand the instructions to give the medications and didn't know how or like giving them so she refused to do it and if she didn't they didn't get done in the morning...
And yet I am the one being told that I am not doing my job.
I told them not to expect me back to work, id be there to pick up my check and that's all.
Then the cheek to ask me why I was leaving. I explained as best as I could through clenched fists, I thought I could help the pups but knowing im not doing that means its not worth while.

How could I work for a place knowing that the VET didn't even care for the puppies properly.
These pups are considered lower class citizens and not worth the extra time, especially since the stores only paid for basics in care.

luckily about a week later I got a call and now am working at the clinic that tried to save the puppy,

I beg you all, don't suppose these pet stores, as much as it seems like your helping the dogs buy 'rescuing one' for every one you rescue the store owner are ready to replace it with another 3.

also Be VERY wary of the vets you use, apparently as I came to find, some just don't care as much as they should.

I warn my friends not to use the clinic that turned the puppy away without a care.

please be very aware of these things!

 

*want to read more? just go to http://www.puppymillrescue.com/petstorehorrostories.htm 

and you will learn the truth about many pet stores from people that dealt with them.....i'm sure by the time you read most of the stories, you'll be crying, and really saddened that animals are treated that way. *]]></content:encoded>
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