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Terrier Frenzy.......

December 10th 2010 7:39 pm
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OMD! I have The Bridge puppers and purrs are all in a Frenzy.... You see, I've been showing off alot lately...
I showed my furpals all the Stuff dogster pals made for me.
I shared the page updates with Pawsome Holiday Pics. I showed off, the fancy guestbook and cool music, I have. Especially like my Christmas photos.I was a Rottie and Nottie Ruler for week this fall. I've been a Daily Diary Pick a couple times... I'm still in charge of the big ball games up here. Keeps me pretty busy. I watch over and protect All of you every single day. I'm sure Happy the grandchildren still talk about me. I thought, they'd forget me. They weren't that old, when I left.
Now, I'm kinda a Celebrity Angel Fur!!!!!

Momma, I had a Big Group Cheering You on Today.... Could YOU Hear,Us ??????? You made it! You Did it! I don't ever remember seeing you shovel that much snow at one time?????? It was only
-2 degrees, raw temperature. Much colder with the very light breeze. I know the Sunshine, we sent, made it possible for you to keep going.... We're so Proud of You!

We're sure happy, that neurosurgeon, fixed you up this past January. You're doing better than you have done in 15 years.
Jesus said, "Keep drawing your strength from Him. Everything will be alright!" Merry Christmas, Momma....Makes sure you remember to pace yourself! That's so Funny! A Terrier, giving advice on how to pace oneself.... HeHe!!! I Never did anything half way! It was 150% or nothing at All!!!!

It was the 150% that caused me to break my leg, when I was four. I never saw that hole... my front leg found, as I raced across the prairie chasing Deer. Sure was a cool cast! I could run as fast, on 3 legs as 4, by the time the cast was off!
I didn't have angel wings back then. I flew through the air like angels. It was the bad landing, that did me in....I'm still the only pupper in your neighborhood who ever had a cast...Yep, I was always 1 of a kind!!!!! BTW, Momma- I sure miss those Christmas Sugar Cookies.

Love You Momma, Angel Foxie


I'm Always Watching......

December 6th 2010 7:21 pm
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Momma, I see you struggling.... You're gonna be fine. I know the cold weather is so hard on you. I see now, that it bothers Daddy,too. Baby tells me in her dreams that she is so tired. The cold is nasty and snow angels are a thing of the past. The steps are tough these days. I remember, when Baby and I bounced up those steps in a flash! She dreams of summer days, when we were young and played below the hill. I was the swimmer and she was the wader.....Either way, the ducks didn't like us playing on their turf! Those hens and drakes didn't scare us.... We'd barked at their ducklings.... They scamper into the cat tails...
We were just enjoying a summer day. We'd come to house and you'd bring warm water out to wash our feet. You'd sit on the steps holding popsicles while we licked away! I liked orange and Baby liked cherry.

I know you miss me even more around Christmas. I'd dig in the boxes while you unpacked everything. I'd help you choose which ornaments, went where. I'd sniff under the tree at the packages. Sometimes, you'd catch me trying to chew a corner off a package to peek. Baby and I opened our own packages on Christmas Eve. You had to buy two of everything, but different colors. If not, we would fuss about the toys. I'd try to take Baby's cuz, she was careful with her toys. I was squeaker crazy and a plush toys always looked totally enjoyed! Baby would keep hers nice and clean, like new.(I wonder if that was cuz she'd never had any toys until you found her?) When my toy was broken, I wanted to play with hers. Usually, she said, o.k. and let me have it. When I was young, the 1st. year, I pulled the tree down by playing in it. I guess, I thought if, I could climb a 4 ft. chain link fence....I could climb a 7 ft. Christmas tree.

Little Mazy doesn't know what a Christmas tree is. I know you don't decorate much anymore. You and pappa are with the Grandkids. Mazy has presents to open. The day you have Christmas depends on everyone's work schedule. It's different but, it is still Good!
Can't imagine you putting up the 7 ft. tree with Precious and Mazy.... I don't think, it would make a day without ornaments and tree being everywhere. Yep, Old White Kitty used to help us make a mess in the tree... I found him up here at the bridge. He still plays the same games with me, as before. Sometimes, I win! How about that???? I guess, it is because I protected him from the outside cats. He could get into or under anything....
Down Home,he always won! I couldn't get under the loveseat!

I think, it is Funny that Mazy can go anywhere Precious goes except up a tree. I haven't seen her climb a tree. She's a big cat.... I think, she's to Tubby to climb! Kitty and I, whispered in their ears at night as they slept. We wanted them to be friends, so they could share the house with you and Papa.
So now you know...why all at once, they get along just fine....No fights, no tiffs, no stealing each other's food....
I see that they even play with each other now. Share the lap time,too!
Momma, tell Momma Shawna and the Kirk Pups: I am so Proud of the Christmas pictures, she made. I ran around showing all my pup and purr friends, how nice I looked by the Victorian House.
I even make a cute ornament. I was watching the other day....I see the coffee mug with my puppy picture on it: is in the china hutch. Hard to believe, I was ever that little? So cute, especially in my red and white striped sweater. Like a little candy cane.
Well, Momma the others are calling me....I better go, so I don't miss out on the games. I'm always in charge of softball!
I still play the outfield, so I can run with the wind!

Merry Christmas, Momma
I am always watching........
I Still Love You With All My Heart



Warning! Please Read.....

December 3rd 2010 10:30 am
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It is so much easier for our furs to access fat or fatty foods around the Holidays. Please be extra careful.... We Thank Bandit's Momma for sharing the detailed medical side of Pancreatitis. The very last thing any of us want, is for our companions to be ill. SHARING HERE SO MORE MAY SEE THE INFORMATION AND BE MORE AWARE.


For those of you who don't know about pancreatitis, below is an article explaining it. It is a real danger for pugs and can be fatal quickly.

In pancreatitis, enzymes become prematurely activated so that they actually begin their digestive functions within the pancreas.
The pancreas, in essence, begins digesting itself.
Digestion of the blood vessels in the pancreas results in bleeding.
Other active pancreatic chemicals cause blood vessels to become leaky, and fluid begins seeping into the abdominal cavity.
The activated enzymes also gain access to the bloodstream through leaky, eroded blood vessels, and begin circulating throughout the body.

Pain is a major symptom in acute pancreatitis, and it is usually quite intense and steady, located in the upper abdomen, and radiating to the patient's back.
Nausea and vomiting and abdominal swelling are also common symptoms.
A patient will often have a slight fever, with an increased heart rate and low blood pressure.

Patients with acute pancreatitis are at risk of complications related to shock, a very serious syndrome that occurs when the blood pressure is too low to get adequate circulation to critical organs.
Without adequate blood pressure, organs are deprived of oxygen, nutrients, and waste removal and may not function well.
Kidney, respiratory, and heart failure are serious possible outcomes of shock.

Even if shock does not occur, circulating pancreatic enzymes and related toxins can cause damage to the heart, lungs, kidneys, lining of the gastrointestinal tract, liver, eyes, bones, and skin.
As the pancreatic enzymes affect blood vessels, the risk of blood clots increases.
When blood flow is blocked by clotting, the supply of oxygen is further decreased to various organs and additional damage done.

Other serious complications of acute pancreatitis include pancreatic necrosis, abcess, and pseudocyst formation.
Pancreatic necrosis occurs when a significant portion of the pancreas is permanently damaged during an acute attack.
Pancreatic necrosis has an increased risk of death and an increased chance of pancreatic infection.
A pancreatic abscess is a local collection of pus that may develop several weeks after the illness subsides.
Another late complication of pancreatitis, occurring several weeks after the illness begins, is called a pancreatic pseudocyst, which occurs when dead pancreatic tissue, blood, white blood cells, enzymes, and fluid leaked from the circulatory system accumulate.
Pseudocysts cause recurrent abdominal pain and also press on other nearby structures in the gastrointestinal tract, causing disruption of function.
Pseudocysts are life threatening when they become infected (abscess) and rupture.
Simple rupture of a pseudocyst causes death 14% of the time, but rupture complicated by bleeding causes death 60% of the time.

In very severe cases of pancreatitis, called necrotizing pancreatitis, the pancreatic tissue begins to die, and bleeding increases.


Do Stop Bye.....

November 26th 2010 6:26 pm
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A big angel Hell-o pupper and purr pals. Stop by my page when you have a moment. Momma Shawna of the Kirk Pupper Pack put some very nice things on my page. Grandma doesn't know how to do the music, guestbooks and holidays pictures.
It's a good thing so many puppers and purrs made friends with us. Cuz, if not, our pages would be very dull without all the help of so many awesome Mommas and Grandmas here at dogster and catster. We are most Thankful for all the efforts of so many friends who have Helped to get us up and running with the rest of the pack....
Momma Shawna gave me a very glittery guestbook for everyone to stop and say "HI". Now I have a music player with a big list of wonderful songs to listen too. Grab a treat and pull up a chair. Relax a little with some wonderful music. Let me know, if, one of your favorites is playing there?????
Before you leave, take a look at the Angel and the Puppers on the right side at the bottom. Thank you, Grandma Joan for the lovely frame placed on that beautiful picture.
So Do Stop Bye...relax and listen to some wonderful music... Unwind a little...Let Grandma know you stopped by (sign the guestbook). After all, I'm an Angel! I see what all of you are doing all the time.... Believe me, the Stories I could tell!
Angel Kisses, Foxie



November 23rd 2010 2:37 pm
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Thank you Momma Shawna and the Kirk Pups for my beautiful, lovely "Thanksgiving picture." It is just Awesome and Pawsome! I'm running around here at the Bridge showing the picture to all my furpals. We are ALL busy Sharing our Best Thanksgiving memories with each other. God has banquet tables 24/7 here for all us furs. We have Thanksgiving 365 days a year! We have anything we want to eat.....

Below, I have a poem to share. I want to remind Everyone to be Truly Thankful this Holiday Season....All Us Furs are busy Watching Over Our Families... We LOVES Everyone of You!!!!!

November Is A Thankful Time
by:Clay Harrison

November's caravan arrives
In colors bright and gay,
With leaves swirling to and fro,
Against a sky turned gray.

Asters,mums and marigolds
Are Prominently displayed
Throughout Autumn's tapestry
In shades of marmalade.

November is a thankful time,
For every heart is blessed
As we celebrate the harvest
When nature's at her best.

The dignity of human labor
Is proudly on display
As people come together
In prayer on Thanksgiving Day.

As we pause to count our blessings,
We feel God's presence there,
For November's a thankful time
We consecrate with prayer.


Get Out The Kleenex....True Dog Story

November 13th 2010 3:21 pm
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A Dog's Story Worth Reading

They told me the big black Lab's name was Reggie,
as I looked at him lying in his pen.. The shelter was
clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly.
I'd only been in the area for six months, but everywhere
I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open.

Everyone waves when you pass them on the street.

But something was still missing as I attempted to
settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog
couldn't hurt. Give me someone to talk to.
And I had just seen Reggie's advertisement on the local
news. The shelter said they had received numerous
calls right after, but they said the people who had come
down to see him ju st didn't look like "Lab
people," whatever that meant. They must've thought I did.

But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things,

which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis
balls, his dishes, and a sealed letter from his previous owner. See, Reggie and I didn't really hit it off
when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too.

Maybe we were too much alike.

For some reason, his stuff (except for the tennis balls --- he wouldn't go anywhere without two stuffed in
his mouth) got tossed in with all of my other unpacked boxes.

I guess I didn't really think he'd need all his old stuff, that I'd get him new things once he
settled in. But it became pretty clear pretty soon that he wasn't going to.

I tried the normal commands the shelter told me he knew, ones like "sit" and "stay" and
"come" and "heel," and he'd follow them - when he felt like it.

He never really seemed to listen when I called his name --- sure, he'd look in my
direction after the fourth or fifth time I said it, but then he'd just go back to doing whatever.

When I'd ask again, you could almost see him sigh and then grudgingly obey.

This just wasn't going to work. He chewed a couple shoes and some unpacked boxes.

I was a little too stern with him and he resented it, I could tell.
The friction got so bad that I couldn't wait for th e two
weeks to be up, and when it was, I was in full-on search
mode for my cell phone amid all of my unpacked stuff. I
remembered leaving it on the stack of boxes for the guest
room, but I also mumbled, rather cynically, that the
"damn dog probably hid it on me."

Finally I found it, but before I could punch up the
shelter's number, I also found his pad and other toys
from the shelter...I tossed the pad in Reggie's
direction and he snuffed it and wagged, some of the most
enthusiasm I'd seen since bringing him home. But
then I called, "Hey, Reggie, you like that? Come
here and I'll give you a treat." Instead, he sort of glanced in my direction --- maybe "glared"
is more accurate --- and then gave a discontented sigh and flopped down .... with his back to me.

Well, that's not going to do it either, I thought. And I punched the shelter phone number.

But I hung up when I saw the sealed envelope.

I had completely forgotten about that, too.

"Okay, Reggie," I said out loud,

"let's see if your previous owner has any advice."

____________ _________ _________ _________

Whoever Gets My Dog:

Well, I can't say that I'm happy you're reading this, a letter I told the shelter
could only be opened by Reggie's new owner.
I'm not even happy writing it. If you're reading this,

it means I just got back from my last car ride with my Lab

after dropping him off at the shelter.

He knew something was different.

I have packed up his pad and toys before and set them by the back door before a trip,
but this time... it's like he knew something was wrong.

And something is wrong...which is why I have
to go to try to make it right.

So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it

will help you bond with him and he with you.

First, he loves tennis balls.
The more the merrier. Sometimes I think he's part
squirrel, the way he hordes them. He usually always
has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in
there. Hasn't done it yet. Doesn't
matter where you throw them, he'll bound after it, so be
careful - really don't do it by any roads. I made
that mistake once, and it almost cost him dearly.

Next, commands. Maybe the shelter staff already told you, but I'll go over them
again: Reggie knows the obvious ones ---
"sit," "stay," "come," "heel."

He knows hand signals:
"back" to turn around and go back when you put
your hand straight up; and "over" if you put your
hand out right or left. "Shake" for shaking
water off, and "paw" for a high-five. He
does "down" when he feels like lying down --- I bet
you could work on that with him some more. He knows
"ball" and "food" and "bone"
and "treat" like nobody's business.

I trained Reggie with small food treats.

Nothing opens his ears like little pieces of hot dog.

Feeding schedule: twice a day, once about seven in the morning, and again at six in
the evening. Regular store-bought stuff; the shelter
has the brand.

He's up on his shots.
Call the clinic on 9th Street and update his info with
yours; they'll make sure to send you reminders for when
he's due. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet.

Good luck getting him in the car.

I don't know how he knows when it's time to go to the vet, but he knows.

Finally, give him some time.
I've never been married, so it's only been Reggie
and me for his whole life. He's gone everywhere
with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if
you can. He sits well in the backseat, and he
doesn't bark or complain. He just loves to be
around people, and me most especially.

Which means that this transition is
going to be hard, with him going to live with someone new.

And that's why I need to share
one more bit of info with you....

His name's not Reggie.

I don't know what made me do it, but

when I dropped him off at the shelter, I told them
his name was Reggie.

He's a smart dog, he'll get used to it

and will respond to it, of that I have no
doubt. But I just couldn't bear to give them his
real name. For me to do that, it seemed so final, that
handing him over to the shelter was as good as me admitting
that I'd never see him again. And if I end up
coming back, getting him, and tearing up this letter, it
me ans everything's fine. But if someone else is
reading it, well ... well it means that his new owner should
know his real name. It'll help you bond with
him. Who knows, maybe you'll even notice a change
in his demeanor if he's been giving you problems.

His real name is "Tank".

Because that is what I drive.

Again, if you're reading this
and you're from the area, maybe my name has been on the
news. I told the shelter that they couldn't make
"Reggie" available for adoption until they
received word from my company commander. See, my
parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could've
left Tank with ... and it was my only real request of the
Army upon my deployment to Iraq , that they make one phone..
call the shelter ... in the "event" ... to tell
them that Tank could be put up for adoption. Luckily,
my colonel is a dog guy, too, and he knew where my platoon
was headed. He said he'd do it
personally. And if you're reading this, then
he made good on his word.

Well, this letter is getting downright depressing,

even though, frankly, I'm just
writing it for my dog. I couldn't imagine if I was
writing it for a wife and kids and family ... but still,
Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as
long as the Army has been my family.

And now I hope and pray that you
make him part of your family and that he will adjust and
come to love you the same way he loved me.

That unconditional love from a dog
is what I take with me to Iraq as an inspiration to do
something selfless, to protect innocent people from those
who would do terrible things ... and to keep those terrible
people from coming over here. If I have to give up Tank
in order to do it, I am glad to have done so. He is
my example of service and of love. I hope I honored
him by my service to my country and comrades.

All right, that's enough.
I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at
the shelter. I don't think I'll say another
good-bye to Tank, though. I cried too much the first
time. Maybe I'll peek in on him and see if he
finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth.

Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home,

and give him an extra kiss goodnight - every night - from me.

Thank you,

Paul Mallory

____________ _________ _________ _______

I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope.

Sure I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even
new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver Star

when he gave his life to save three buddies.

Flags had been at half-mast all summer.

I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog.

"Hey, Tank," I said quietly.

The dog's head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright.

"C'mere boy."

He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on
the hardwood floor. He sat in front of me, his head
tilted, searching for the name he hadn't heard in months.

"Tank," I whispered.

His tail swished.

I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each
time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture
relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood
him. I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried
my face into his scruff and hugged him.

"It's me now, Tank, just you and me.
Your old pal gave you to me." Tank reached up and
licked my cheek. "So whatdaya say we play some ball?"

His ears perked again.
"Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?"

Tank tore from my hands and disappeared in the next room.

And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.


A Beautiful Prayer Sent To Me

November 5th 2010 4:01 pm
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My people are so precious, Lord;
I know you think so, too...
And I believe you put me here
To love them just for you!

They take such gentle care of me
And have such tender hearts...
Please use me, Lord, to comfort them
Whenever teardrops start.

They face a lot of battles
As they live and work each day...
They need me, Lord, to make them smile
And show them how to play!

The world is full of people,
But sometimes real friends are few...
Please let my love and loyalty
Remind them, Lord, of You.

And when my final moment comes,
Lord, tell them as we part...
I was a made-to-order gift
From Your great and loving heart!



What's In Your Sponge?

October 26th 2010 3:39 pm
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This is from our furpal,Minister Misty. We felt this spoke to our Souls. We wanted to post this and share it with ours. We know there is alot of Squeezing in Our World on a regular basis.
Our attitude as a Christian makes a tremendous difference in how we address the day to day of this world. We plan to check ourselves regularly to see what is in our SPONGE....


There are 5 sponges laying on your kitchen counter top. Each member of your family has been cleaning up different areas of your home, but all the sponges look the same. You are curious as to what was cleaned in your home, but you can't tell by looking...they all look the what do you do?

You squeeze each sponge to see what comes out. As you squeeze the first sponge, you see that cola comes out, and so you decide that someone cleaned the kitchen with that one. Upon squeezing the second sponge, you find tub and tile cleaner - that one was used to clean the bathroom.

Next, in the third sponge, you find motor oil -- hubby was cleaning the garage!

In the fourth sponge, baby powder puffs out when it is squeezed -- yep, the baby's nursery was done with that one!

And finally, in the last one, is floor wax -- that was the one you used on the hall floor!

As you lay the last one down, you look again at their similarity - and they all look the same until they're squeezed.

Christians are the same way. As life squeezes us, different things come out - anger from one, a need for revenge from another, tears from one, remorse from yet another - also greed, untruth, lust - and finally, from one saint, pours forth the love of Christ.

Just like the sponge, we can only squeeze out what is put in - stay in the Word daily, and be in continuous prayer, so that when life puts the squeeze on you (and it WILL), Jesus, and Jesus ALONE will shine forth from you!

Have a blessed, squeaky clean day!


Saying Goodbye is Never Easy....

October 17th 2010 11:37 am
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Below is a poem a furpal shared. We are posting it here so other furpals may see it. While, I left this world in Momma's arms...Very quickly and very unexpected. Major shock for Momma.(I had a major stroke) I was Momma's only fur to arrive at the bridge this way. Her other precious furs had cancer or kidney failure. They were in pain and suffering. They told her, when it was time for her to let go. She didn't want too ... It would have been selfish to have done anything else. A piece of Momma's heart has went with each and everyone of us. We have all found each other at the bridge. We wait for the day that Momma will join us. Susie(toy eskimo spitz),Tootsie(mini.schnauzer),Princess(cocker spaniel), Teddy(llasha apso) and me of course, Foxie(wired hair fox terrier). Everyone of us lived a very,very long life... We were loved,spoiled,and very happy. We enriched Momma's life. Made her a better human being. Taught her to love more deeply....

There isn't a day, that comes and goes that Momma doesn't think about each and everyone of us....She Thanks God, that He has so richly Blessed her life with all us puppers...


You're giving me a special gift,
So sorrowfully endowed,
And through these last few cherished days,
Your courage makes me proud.
But really, love is knowing
When your best friend is in pain,
And understanding earthly acts
Will only be in vain.
So looking deep into your eyes,
Beyond, into your soul,
I see in you the magic, that will
Once more make me whole.
The strength that you possess,
Is why I look to you today,
To do this thing that must be done,
For it's the only way.
That strength is why I've followed you,
And chose you as my friend,
And why I've loved you all these years...
My partner till the end.
Please, understand just what this gift
You're giving, means to me,
It gives me back the strength I've lost,
And all my dignity.
You take a stand on my behalf,
For that is what friends do.
And know that what you do is right,
For I believe it too.
So one last time, I breathe your scent,
And through your hand I feel,
The courage that's within you,
To now grant me this appeal.
Cut the leash that holds me here,
Dear friend, and let me run,
Once more a strong and steady dog,
My pain and struggle done.
And don't despair my passing,
For I won't be far away,
Forever here, within your heart,
And memory I'll stay.
I'll be there watching over you,
Your ever faithful friend,
And in your memories I'll run,
... a young dog once again.


The Path of Faith

October 15th 2010 10:00 am
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The Path of Faith
By: Shirley W. Langley

I know not why that on this path
My feet were made to trod.
I only know my destiny
Is best left up to God.
He does not lead me week by week,
Nor even day by day,
But step by step my path unfolds
As He directs my way.
The path that I am following
Is called the Path of Faith.
The strength I need to walk this path
Is drawn from God’s own grace.
It matters not how far away
My feet are made to roam,
I rest assured the Path of Faith
Will one day lead me home.

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