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MOMMA SHAWNA IS ALIVE/EVERYTHING IS GONE/JOPLIN MISSOURI

May 23rd 2011 9:43 am
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GROUP LEADER OF CHRISTIAN DOGS AND CATS/ALSO A MEMBER HERE-JUST SPOKE TO SHAWNA AND BILL ON BILL'S CELL PHONE...11 A.M. DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME.. THEY ARE ALIVE AND THE 5 DOGS ARE O.K.(MOMMA SHAWNA AND KIRK PUPPERS)

SHAWNA AND BILL HAVE LOST EVERYTHING. SHAWNA WAS HOME WITH DOGS WHEN TORNADO HIT. SHE LAID ON THE DOGS IN THE BATHROOM. ALL THAT STANDS NOW IS 1 BATHROOM WALL. EVERYTHING IS TOTALLY DESTROYED.... HER SON WAS IN KANSAS....HE DROVE BACK AND FOUND SHAWNA. BILL WAS AT WORK AND COULDN'T GET HOME.

I'LL WRITE IN CDAC MESSAGES AND PRAYER THREAD. PLEASE HELP CROSS POST THIS TO OTHER GROUPS WHERE SHE IS KNOWN.

THEY ARE AT BILL'S SISTER'S HOUSE. BILL'S MOM IS O.K. SHAWNA DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT HER PARENTS,BROTHER-IN-LAW,SISTER AND HER FAMILY. HER SISTER WAS A PATIENT IN THE HOSPITAL THAT WAS HIT. THEY HAVE NO ELECTRICITY... SHAWNA HAS CUTS AND BRUISES AND IT VERY UPSET. THIS WAS AN F5 TORNADO. MORE STORMS ARE FORCAST FOR TODAY. BILL SAID, THEY HAD BEEN HAVING THUNDERSTORMS OFF AND ON ALL MORNING.

I'LL POST IN OUR PET DIARIES TOO.
MORE DETAILS AS SOON AS I CAN TYPE THEM UP.
ALL THIS DISASTER AND SHAWNA IS WORRIED ABOUT THE GROUP.
UPSET THAT SOMEWHERE IN ALL THAT DEBRIS IS HER PC. I TOLD HER THE GROUP WILL BE ALL RIGHT. PLEASE PRAY FOR JOPLIN AND ALL THE VICTIMS OF THIS TERRIBLE DISASTER.

PLEASE HELP SPREAD THE WORD...
GMA KEDA, MAZY AND THE PONDEROSA PUPPERS.

 

Everything Happens for a Reason

May 15th 2011 10:47 am
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Sometimes
by: author unknown

Sometimes we must be hurt in order to grow,
We must fail in order to know,
We must lose in order to gain,
Some lessons are learned best only through pain.
Sometimes our vision clears
Only after our eyes are washed with tears.
Sometimes we have to be broken,
So we can be tender;
Sick, so we can rest and think better
On things more important than work or fun;
Trip near death, so we can assess how we’ve run.
Sometimes we have to suffer lack,
So we can know God’s provisions.
Feel another’s pain,
So we can have a sense of mission.
So take heart, my friend,
If you don’t understand today,
Instead of grumbling, ask God what He means to say.
In order to learn, you must endure
And learn to see the bigger picture.
In order to grow, you must stand
Look beyond the hurt, to God’s loving hand
That takes what is good
And gives what is best
And on this blessed thought: rest.
As your anxious heart, with questions: wait.
God’s hand only gives, what His loving heart dictates.”

Momma, I knew you'd like this poem.
I know it will give you strength on bad days.
Love you, Momma
Sending Angel Kisses,
Angel Foxie

 

Somebody's Mother

May 5th 2011 8:33 am
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Morning All..... We hope you enjoy this poem, a tribute to Moms,Aunts,Grandmothers all over the world. Gma was a young teenager when she recited this poem at church on Mother's Day. The year 1967. She remembers the year because her Father was serving in Vietnam and they were a military family. Living that time with their Grandparents.It was about this time in life, that Gma fell in LOVE with Poetry...Momma told me this and how she came to treasure this poem...Sunday is Mother's Day! So now, I'm leaving the poem that is engraved on her Heart here for all of you to read...... I Love you Momma, Angel Foxie

SOMEBODY'S MOTHER

The woman was old and ragged and gray
And bent with the chill of the Winter's day.

The street was wet with a recent snow
And the woman's feet were aged and slow.

She stood at the crossing and waited long,
Alone, uncared for, amid the throng

Of human beings who passed her by
Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye.

Down the street with laughter and shout,
Glad in the freedom of 'school let out,"

Came the boys like a flock of sheep,
Hailing the snow piled white and deep.

Past the woman so old and gray
Hastened the children on their way.

Nor offered a helping hand to her-
So meek, so tired, afraid to stir

Lest the carriage wheels or the horses' feet
Should crowd her down in the slippery street.

At last came one of the merry troop,
The gayest laddie of all the group;

He paused beside her and whispered low,
'I'll help you cross, if you wish to go."

Her aged hand on his strong young arm
She placed, and so, without hurt or harm,

He guided the trembling feet along,
Proud that his own were firm and strong.

Then back again to his friends he went,
His young heart happy and well content.

'She's somebody's mother, boys, you know,
For all she's aged and poor and slow,

'And I hope some fellow will lend a hand
To help my mother, you understand,

'If ever she's poor and old and gray,
When her own dear boy is far away.'

And "somebody's mother" bowed low her head
In her home that night, and the prayer she said

Was, 'God be kind to the noble boy,
Who is somebody's son, and pride and joy!"

...Mary Dow Brine

 

PLEASE READ.....

April 27th 2011 12:50 pm
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This morning, Momma Shawna called us after returning home from the Fur Doc. Miss Lucy is Very,very ill...She needs our prayers and support...Princess Lucy is normally very lively and energetic! She leads those Kirk Pupper Boys around by the snout!
Miss Lucy is Momma Shawna's constant companion. She helps keep Momma Shawna fighting her own serious health issues. She took ill very suddenly. Please read the note from Momma Shawna posted below. Help us pray for Miss Lucy's healing....Miss Lucy's dogster I.D. number is: 776648. We have posted a picture of Princess Lucy for you to see. Let's Unite in the Spirit of Friendship and PRAY for this Beloved Fur and her family.....
Thank you Everyone for all your help....Our hearts are heavy with concern and worry... Our house will stand in prayer for our friends.
Amazing Grace
Old Baby
Precious
Angel Foxie
and Gma K.




MISS LUCY DOGSTER I.D. IS:776648

Miss Lucy


PRAYER REQUEST AND REPORT ON OUR FRIEND MISS LUCY.....WRITTEN BY MOMMA SHAWNA...
My Lucy Girl has not eaten for 3 days....She has been throwing up....not drinking very much....
Daddy took her to the Vet....Lucy's eyes are
jaundice....Her Vet ran blood tests and tests on her liver. It is not good. Lucy's Liver is enlarged, inflamed, and there is infection, and all the levels were extremely high...*TEARS*...
I am so heart broken, but I have to keep the Faith!
He sent Lucy home with Meds and antibioitics, and if by Friday, she is not eating or showing some
improvement, The vet will do a liver Biopsy to see if it is Cancer....**TEARS**..............
My Lucy Girl, Oh Dear God, Please Protect my Little Girl....
We ask for your Prayers, Please...POWER OF THE PAW!

Love,
The Kirk Family


Thank you once, again....
We Love all of you,
We ask God to Bless
dogster and catster,
Mazy and the Ponderosa Pack

 

I Shall Pass This Way But Once....

April 21st 2011 4:11 pm
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DANIEL'S GLOVES


I sat, with two friends, in the picture

window of a quaint restaurant just off the corner of

the town-square. The food and the company were both

especially good that day.

As we talked, my

attention was drawn outside, across the street. There,

walking into town, was a man who appeared to be

carrying all his worldly goods on his back. He was

carrying, a well-worn sign that read, 'I will work for

food.' My heart sank.

I brought him to the

attention of my friends and noticed that others around

us had stopped eating to focus on him. Heads moved in

a mixture of sadness and disbelief.

We

continued with our meal, but his image lingered in my

mind.. We finished our meal and went our separate

ways. I had errands to do and quickly set out to

accomplish them. I glanced toward the town square,

looking somewhat halfheartedly for the strange

visitor. I was fearful, knowing that seeing him again

would call some response. I drove through town and saw

nothing of him. I made some purchases at a store and

got back in my car.

Deep within me, the Spirit

of God kept speaking to me: 'Don't go back to the

office until you've at least driven once more around

the square.'

Then with some hesitancy, I

headed back into town. As I turned the square's third

corner, I saw him. He was standing on the steps of the

church, going through his sack.

I stopped and

looked; feeling both compelled to speak to him, yet

wanting to drive on. The empty parking space on the

corner seemed to be a sign from God: an invitation to

park. I pulled in, got out and approached the town's

newest visitor.

'Looking for the pastor?' I

asked.

'Not really,' he replied, 'just

resting.'

'Have you eaten today?'

'Oh,

I ate something early this morning.'

'Would

you like to have lunch with me?'

'Do you have

some work I could do for you?'

'No work,' I

replied 'I commute here to work from the city, but I

would like to take you to lunch.'

'Sure,' he

replied with a smile.

As he began to gather

his things, I asked some surface questions. Where you

headed?'

St. Louis '

'Where you from?'



'Oh, all over; mostly Florida .'

'How

long you been walking?'

'Fourteen years,' came

the reply.

I knew I had met someone unusual.

We sat across from each other in the same restaurant I

had left earlier. His face was weathered slightly

beyond his 38 years. His eyes were dark yet clear, and

he spoke with an eloquence and articulation that was

startling He removed his jacket to reveal a bright red

T-shirt that said, 'Jesus is The Never Ending Story.'



Then Daniel 's story began to unfold. He had

seen rough times early in life. He'd made some wrong

choices and reaped the consequences. Fourteen years

earlier, while backpacking across the country, he had

stopped on the beach in Daytona. He tried to hire on

with some men who were putting up a large tent and

some equipment. A concert, he thought.

He was

hired, but the tent would not house a concert but

revival services, and in those services he saw life

more clearly. He gave his life over to God



'Nothing's been the same since,' he said, 'I

felt the Lord telling me to keep walking, and so I

did, some 14 years now.'

'Ever think of

stopping?' I asked.

'Oh, once in a while, when

it seems to get the best of me But God has given me

this calling. I give out Bibles; that's what's in my

sack. I work to buy food and Bibles, and I give them

out when His Spirit leads.'

I sat amazed. My

homeless friend was not homeless. He was on a mission

and lived this way by choice. The question burned

inside for a moment and then I asked: 'What's it

like?'

'What?'

'To walk into a town

carrying all your things on your back and to show your

sign?'

'Oh, it was humiliating at first.

People would stare and make comments. Once someone

tossed a piece of half-eaten bread and made a gesture

that certainly didn't make me feel welcome. But then

it became humbling to realize that God was using me to

touch lives and change people's concepts of other

folks like me.'

My concept was changing, too.

We finished our dessert and gathered his things. Just

outside the door, he paused He turned to me and said,

'Come Ye blessed of my Father and inherit the kingdom

I've prepared for you. For when I was hungry you gave

me food, when I was thirsty you gave me drink, a

stranger and you took me in.'

I felt as if we

were on holy ground. 'Could you use another Bible?' I

asked.

He said he preferred a certain

translation. It traveled well and was not too heavy.

It was also his personal favorite. 'I've read through

it 14 times,' he said.

'I'm not sure we've got

one of those, but let's stop by our church and see' I

was able to find my new friend a Bible that would do

well, and he seemed very grateful.

'Where are

you headed from here?' I asked.

'Well, I found

this little map on the back of this amusement park

coupon.'

'Are you hoping to hire on there for

a while?'

'No, I just figure I should go

there. I figure someone under that star right there

needs a Bible, so that's where I'm going next.'



He smiled, and the warmth of his spirit

radiated the sincerity of his mission. I drove him

back to the town-square where we'd met two hours

earlier, and as we drove, it started raining. We

parked and unloaded his things.

'Would you

sign my autograph book?' he asked. 'I like to keep

messages from folks I meet.'

I wrote in his

little book that his commitment to his calling had

touched my life. I encouraged him to stay strong. And

I left him with a verse of scripture from Jeremiah, 'I

know the plans I have for you, declared the Lord,

'plans to prosper you and not to harm you; Plans to

give you a future and a hope.'

'Thanks, man,'

he said. 'I know we just met and we're really just

strangers, but I love you.'

'I know,' I said,

'I love you, too.' 'The Lord is good!'

'Yes,

He is. How long has it been since someone hugged you?'

I asked.

A long time,' he replied

And

so on the busy street corner in the drizzling rain, my

new friend and I embraced, and I felt deep inside that

I had been changed.. He put his things on his back,

smiled his winning smile and said, 'See you in the New

Jerusalem.'

'I'll be there!' was my reply.



He began his journey again. He headed away

with his sign dangling from his bedroll and pack of

Bibles. He stopped, turned and said, 'When you see

something that makes you think of me, will you pray

for me?'

'You bet,' I shouted back, 'God

bless.'

'God bless.' And that was the last I

saw of him.

Late that evening as I left my

office, the wind blew strong. The cold front had

settled hard upon the town. I bundled up and hurried

to my car. As I sat back and reached for the emergency

brake, I saw them.... a pair of well-worn brown work

gloves neatly laid over the length of the handle. I

picked them up and thought of my friend and wondered

if his hands would stay warm that night without them.



Then I remembered his words: 'If you see

something that makes you think of me, will you pray

for me?'

Today his gloves lie on my desk in my

office. They help me to see the world and its people

in a new way, and they help me remember those two

hours with my unique friend and to pray for his

ministry. 'See you in the New Jerusalem,' he said.

Yes, Daniel , I know I will.

'I shall pass

this way but once. Therefore, any good that I can do

or any kindness that I can show, let me do it now, for

I shall not pass this way again.'


May You Feel The Presence of God





God Bless All,
HAPPY EASTER,
Angel Foxie

 

What's Up at My House....

April 1st 2011 11:04 am
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Precious is on the mend.... Our pack is so very happy! Her appetite isn't that of a Lion,yet!

Mazy and Gma wade through the snowbanks,slushies,mudholes to connect to the county road. They can walk where it is dry...Skunkie house in the culvert at the end of the driveway... Mazy wants to meet stinkie kitties... I always played with stinky kitties....Gma is saying,"No-NO, let's not crawl in there!" I saw the beautiful Bald Eagles, God sent your way.... They never came to our home, when I was there...

Baby is laying on the backsteps on the days the temperatures are comfy... Spring is coming,Baby! I promise.... Hang in there! I heard the warning for a Springy Storm for the weekend.




Greeting to All!



I'm off to play games and have ice cream.... Catch ya,later!
Angel Kisses,
Foxie

 

My Gotcha Day Has Come and Gone....

March 22nd 2011 3:12 pm
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I must thank the Pawsome Pals who sent pressies to Me on my gotcha day.(Mom, it was Sunday! When you spent the whole day baking,doing laundry and washing dishes. You completely forgot the day!!! I could smell those cookies, way up here at the Bridge).... Thank you so very much: The California Crew,The Kirk Pups,Max,Thunder and Abby. THANK YOU,THANK YOU AND THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN! Thank you for being such good pals with All my family....

Everyone here at the Bridge really likes the Rainbow Zealies....
If, you think your Rainbows down there are magnificent...then YOU should See what they Look like UP here...Where they All Start from!!! Mere Words can not describe there beauty....

Back to you, Mom.... I am not MAD, that you air-headed, my gotcha day... I am THRILLED! This means that, little Amazing Grace in the last 3 plus years is little by little filling the Huge Hole in Your Heart, that I left ....

You are HEALING....You No Longer cry, everytime you think about all the years we had together. You are No Longer SAD and broken inside...Fondly, you remember all the special moments we shared. You are now able to Smile and Remember All the Love that we shared...

Mazy has filled my paw steps, better than I ever imagined possible. I mean, really she was such a little shrimp! (She could run under the antique pedastal dining table and wasn't too tall.... She didn't even start out the size of a field rat! I had my doubts that she could make a Prairie Pupper.... She has done, very well....It is Awesome that she is pretty small and yet a tough little gal. So much easier for you, to pick her up, then it was for you to lift me. I'm so happy for you....I'm so glad that you have her in your life. I see, that she has learned alot of my tricks. She hasn't mastered them All... This is good! Mazy has some things to still learn....I'm so happy that she enjoys some of the toys, I left behind. You can still
play Hide-n-Seek on those bad weather days....

Momma, I'll be talking to you soon.... Keep the wind at your back, dress for the bad weather and Spring is coming soon.... I promise, Spring is just around the corner! I've been watching those geese arrive in small bunches, since the blizzard on March 11th. I saw the bald eagle that flew over last Wednesday as you and Mazy walked the county road.

I'd better run.... All the pups and purrs up here, have some new games to play ... I never pass up a chance to play games. Today,We had ice cream treats .... It was Pawtastic!
All My Love,
Foxie

 

February 14th 2011 2:30 pm
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Happy Valentine's Day!!!!! Angel Kisses to my family and all the furs here......


Valentine Treaties for the Sweeties!




Super Duper job, Sweet Amazing Grace.... I saw you are Admin. of the month at Christian Dogs and Cats. You're doing a Pawtastic job helping Momma Shawna, The Kirk Puppers and Baby.
Keep it up..half pint! Sending you angel kisses....Happy Valentine's Day little fur sis! Loves you...Angel Foxie





Mazy Admin. of the Month at Christian Dogs and Cats 2011

 

The Journey

February 8th 2011 9:58 am
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Lil Bear's mom sent me this & I think it's so beautiful I thought I'd share it by posting it in Rinky's diary. This came from Rinky's diary.

Certainly explains how All Gma's Furs Kept Her going all these past 40 yrs. Foxie had the toughest Job of All... She carried Gma through a decade of very serious health issues. Now Gma can show little Amazing Grace All the Beauty of the Prairie. Mazy is showing Gma All the things that are down low or on the ground.... How much, we Never see...when we do not look up, down and all around! The furs have allowed Gma to continue to see pieces of the world through the same eyes that a young child has. Most of us have lost that innocence as we travel through life.


THE JOURNEY

by Crystal Ward Kent

Copyright 1998 – All Rights Reserved

When you bring a pet into your life, you begin a journey — a journey that will bring you more love and devotion than you have ever known, yet also test your strength and courage.

If you allow, the journey will teach you many things, about life, about yourself, and most of all, about love. You will come away changed forever, for one soul cannot touch another without leaving its mark.

Along the way, you will learn much about savoring life’s simple pleasures — jumping in leaves, snoozing in the sun, the joy of puddles, and even the satisfaction of a good scratch behind the ears.

If you spend much time outside, you will be taught how to truly experience every element, for no rock, leaf or log will go unexamined, no rustling bush will be overlooked, and even the very air will be inhaled, pondered, and noted as being full of valuable information. Your pace may be slower — except when heading home to the food dish — but you will become a better naturalist, having been taught by an expert in the field.

Too many times we hike on automatic pilot, our goal being to complete the trail rather than enjoy the journey. We miss the details — the colorful mushrooms on the rotting log, the honeycomb in the old maple snag, the hawk feather caught on a twig. Once we walk as a dog does, we discover a whole new world. We stop; we browse the landscape; we kick over leaves, peek in tree holes, look up, down, all around. And we learn what any dog knows: that nature has created a marvelously complex world that is full of surprises, that each cycle of the seasons brings ever-changing wonders, each day an essence all its own.

Even from indoors you will find yourself more attuned to the world around you. You will find yourself watching summer insects collecting on a screen (How bizarre they are! How many kinds there are!), or noting the flicker and flash of fireflies through the dark. You will stop to observe the swirling dance of windblown leaves, or sniff the air after a rain. It does not matter that there is no objective in this; the point is in the doing, in not letting life’s most important details slip by.

You will find yourself doing silly things that your pet-less friends might not understand: spending thirty minutes in the grocery aisle looking for the cat food brand your feline must have, buying dog birthday treats, or driving around the block an extra time because your pet enjoys the ride. You will roll in the snow, wrestle with chewie toys, bounce little rubber balls till your eyes cross, and even run around the house trailing your bathrobe tie — with a cat in hot pursuit — all in the name of love.

Your house will become muddier and hairier. You will wear less dark clothing and buy more lint rollers. You may find dog biscuits in your pocket or purse, and feel the need to explain that an old plastic shopping bag adorns your living room rug because your cat loves the crinkly sound.

You will learn the true measure of love — the steadfast, undying kind that says, “It doesn’t matter where we are or what we do, or how life treats us as long as we are together.” Respect this always. It is the most precious gift any living soul can give another. You will not find it often among the human race.

And you will learn humility. The look in my dog’s eyes often made me feel ashamed. Such joy and love at my presence. She saw not some flawed human who could be cross and stubborn, moody or rude, but only her wonderful companion. Or maybe she saw those things and dismissed them as mere human foibles, not worth considering, and so chose to love me anyway.

If you pay attention and learn well, when the journey is done, you will not be just a better person, but the person your pet always knew you to be — the one they were proud to call beloved friend.

I must caution you that this journey is not without pain. Like all paths of true love, the pain is part of loving. For as surely as the sun sets, one day your dear animal companion will follow a path you cannot yet go down. And you will have to find the strength and love to let them go. A pet’s time on earth is far too short — especially for those that love them. We borrow them, really, just for awhile, and during those brief years they are generous enough to give us all of their love — every inch of their spirit and heart, until one day there is nothing left.

The cat that only yesterday was a kitten is all too soon old and frail and sleeping in the sun. The young pup of boundless energy wakes up stiff and lame, the muzzle now gray. Deep down we somehow always knew this journey would end. We knew that if we gave our hearts they would be broken. But give them we must for it is all they ask in return. When the time comes, and the road curves ahead to a place we cannot see, we give one final gift and let them run on ahead — young and whole once more.

“Godspeed, good friend,” we say, until our journey comes full circle and our paths cross again.

 

Weather,Dogster,Hoomans and Bunny Girl!

January 25th 2011 7:22 am
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The last week of January, 2011. It remains very cold across a Huge chunk of the United States. Us Angel Puppers, ask God to send a few nice days...As we see our Hoomans, struggling to push through...OMD! So much cold,snow,wind,ice and bitter temperatures....

Anyway, while we were Looking over All the new Happenings on Dogster and Catster: We stumbled onto Daily Diary Pick List...
I'm on the list again....Thank you, thank you HQ!!!!!

It's Nice to know Us Angel Puppers and Purrs are Never Forgotten.... Well, I'm off to work on my Valentine's. You know there will be a party up here ..... We celebrate daily, but we LOVE our special holidays !!!!! Leaving a Greeting here for
All the pups and purrs.

BTW- Miss Bunny is in charge of Games for the Valentine Party...She's has TONS of experience with Rotties Rule! She's planning away so we can have some NEW games.....WE just Love our Bunny, so much! We're so happy to have her here with us!!!!
Angel Kisses, Foxie




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