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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.


A Heart MUch Like My Own

September 25th 2010 1:24 pm
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Howdy Everyone... We Hope You All enjoy this prayer poem we found... Since we came to dogster last spring: There have been so many illnesses with our furs. Many ongoing dieases with their human caretakers. We pray that those God wants to touch will see this poem and it will speak to their hearts. We truly understand the pain of a fur who God called home, when we desired our companion to stay longer in our fold.
Angel Foxie,Baby,Maz and G-ma Keda

BY: Denise A. DeWald

Dear friend, I'm at the Gate of Prayer-
Right now, this very hour-
Petitioning our God of love
To touch you with His power...

To show His grace and love anew
At this time in your life,
A fresh reminder of His care
In times of pain and strife.

I pray he'll also show to you
A glimpse of deeper things-
A precious part of His own heart
To cause your own to sing.

Great truths are often times revealed
Through sufferings endured;
Look back on what He's done before...
Of His strength you are ensured.

And finally, I pray for peace.
For such are seeds you've sown,
And healing salve for one who has
A heart much like my own.

God Bless Each and Everyone and Their Families,
Mazy,Baby and Angel Foxie and G-ma K.


Royal Minutes ....

September 14th 2010 3:27 pm
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Rotties and Notties
Royal Minutes from Holding Court.....

Angel Foxie has entered her throne room to hold court for her loyal, loving Rottie and Nottie subjects.:-h:-h:-h She waves and throws tons of kisses,:xo::xo::xo::xo::xo: Everyone comes forth to kiss her silver paws......

Todays Royal subjects seeking answers about her life are Thunder, Max, Ginger and Zadie. They have ask her the following questions.....
1. Did she have skin kids to live with? How many?
2. Did she like water? Baths? Swimming?
3. Where was her favorite walk while on earth?

There were 2 skin kids. Oldest was a boy already been in college, 2 yrs. The youngest was a girl. She graduated high school the same time, I came to live with Momma. Then Both of them were in college. Rarely around.... They did let me play softball with them. I was always the outfielder. Momma said, I was her Empty Nest Baby!!!!! Later in my life: We had grandbabies.... 2 of them, a girl and then a boy. They were 6 and 3 when I went to the Bridge. I loved their visits and playtime with me. I was very gentle with them. We played harder as they grew....I miss them as much as they miss me!

I loved WATER!!!!! I wasn't to crazy about my type of shampoo... That's another story.... I was a Fantastic Swimmer. 10 m from where I spent my whole life is a big lake. Momma would take me with her... Sometimes, Momma would fish and I'd hunt and play in the water. I really liked it when we took our swimming stuff along. I loved to swim the 1st. time I tried it!!!! Swimming was the VERY BEST when other children would show up at the lake. They all loved me cuz, I'd play water polo with them. Ride on the tire tube. I'd swim and swim and swim... until I'd exhaust myself! Momma always had to watch and make me come rest ...I was never afraid of deep water. Loved to chase ducks and geese off the marshy wetlands at the ranch...Baby and I did that together. Baby never went to the lake...She never got over her fear of being thrown from a moving auto when dumped in the country. She would have major anxiety attacks when forced to ride. So we just didn't do that.... Momma had a big hot tub. Several times, I jumped right in it ... It was winter, she was in there. I wanted a SWIM!!! Guess what? She turned the temperature down on the Hot tub and let me swim away...
It was Pawsome!!!!!

My favorite walks were anywhere across our open prairies.... as long as Momma walked with me. I usually didn't walk... I ran, ran and ran... I'd zig and zag ... looking,sniffing,trailing and hunting... Sometimes, I'd walk home....Takes alot of space for beef cattle. I always had plenty of land to explore....When my Momma was real sick and in lots of pain.... then I quieted right down. I helped her get through all her troubles by assisting her. I walked really slow so she would just keep moving and trying to walk. I'd help her with her rehab. theraphy. I just loved on her day and night..... slowly her body healed up. I chased away the big bad blues that attack her while taking so much nasty medicine. When she'd walk the floors at night not able to sleep. I'd get up and keep track of Momma. I was Momma's constant companion my whole life.

Loyal subjects thank you for coming to see me today. I believe, I've answered all your questions. Now, as Ruler of the Rotties and Notties for the week: I must attend to other Royal Duties. Angel Foxie throws kisses as she leaves her court.


Ruler of the Week?????

September 13th 2010 2:30 pm
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I was so surprised to open my p-mail and discover: I was chosen to be RULER OF THE WEEK (SEPT.12-18TH) OF THE "ROTTIES RULE GROUP". Yep, real surprised.... Who me????? Not a drop of Rottie in me. I'm not even Black and Tan like most of them. My two fursissies are both Black and Tan...(If we stretch them both...they could pass for a Rottie in a pinch.) Well, maybe not???? How do you make a mini doxie look like a Rottie????Of course, I am silver,gray and brindle in coloring.... No even close. Except, Fox Terriers really have some BIG Teeth!(I had perfect teeth until I chipped 1 playing chase with the vacuum cleaner. When I was older the Fur Doc had to take that toopher out.)Piece of Cake! Try wearing a Cast for a broken leg all through a wet springy calving season. There was a challenge!

Actually the group is Rotties and Notties. There are alot of Us who admire the Rotties, but sure don't look like one...We are members too! What a Terrific Group of Furpals......

I want to Thank the whole group for being chosen your leader for the week. Thank you so much for All the p-mails and pressies. I LOVE THEM ALL!!!!!

What one of my duties for the week....I must answer questions about me. Anything my subjects would like to know about me. No question too big or too small to answer. It's pawsome and awesome to take a trip down memory lane. Examine my life and it's history.

POP OVER THERE AND CHECK THEM OUT...They are the COOLEST bunch of PUPPERS to Know.....

While you're there you can find out things like: What did I like to eat? Favorite places to sleep? How I came to dogster?
Things I liked to do... So much to share about a life that was packed with action. So little time....

I've been doing Zoomies All over the place since last night. I was just so surprised and excited....Sleeping is optional for us Angel Puppers....Catch ya later... Gotta check for new messages from my subjects....Sassy Foxie

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