October 11th 2007 5:57 pm
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Mom cried when she read this and thought it should go on one of our pages. She finally picked mine because she says I have an "old soul".
A Dogs Soul
by Author Unknown
Every dog must have a soul
Somewhere deep inside
Where all his hurts and grievances
Are buried with his pride.
Where he decides the good and bad,
The wrong way from the right,
And where his judgement carefully
Is hidden from our sight.
A dog must have a secret place
Where every thought abides,
A sort of close acquaintance that
He trusts in and confides.
And when accused unjustly for
Himself, He cannot speak,
Rebuked, He finds within his soul
The comfort he must seek.
He'll love, tho'he is unloved,
And he'll serve tho'badly used,
And one kind word will wipe away
The times when he's abused.
Altho' his heart may break in two
His love will still be whole,
Because God gave to every dog
An understanding Soul!
June 16th 2005 5:20 pm
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When I was real young, way before I turned a year old, I loved to go for walks. Back then we didn’t have much of a yard so I got to go for walks all the time. At first I didn’t even need a leash cuz I would stay right with Mom. Then I started getting braver and braver and going further away and further away and I ran faster and faster so Mom decided I needed a leash and collar.
We live in a really small town with very few stores so Mom had a heck of a time finding something that would fit. Finally she went on line and found me a “walking jacket”. It wasn’t even for dogs it was for ferrets. I hated it! But, at least I still got to go for walks.
We would go out the back door onto the covered porch, out the porch gate through the yard and down to the gravel street. We would walk all the way to the end of the street. The end was a circle so we would go around the circle and then back up the street. I learned to sit politely on the side of the road when a car was coming. It didn’t happen very often. Just sometimes, but I don’t like cars.
I get very, very nervous if a car comes up the street. When I’m having a nervous day I watch the top of the road to make sure no cars are coming. Mom says I don’t have to, she says that’s her job but sometimes I just think she needs help watching. I don’t like anything about cars, except maybe smelling the tires to see who else has been there.
Sometimes, if Mom feels like going further, when we got back to the yard we would go the other way through an empty lot that is lined with trees. I love to walk around the lot; there are tons of things to smell. But sometimes, we would just go along those trees.
I love trees. They have the neatest scents. I love evergreens the best. I love to smell every one of them. I love to smell every branch of every tree. If Mom would let me I would smell every single needle of every single branch of every single tree.
I just love trees!
June 14th 2005 2:07 pm
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I've said it before and I'll say it again - I love to howl! I love to bark! I love to make noise! Mom says it's her fault. She says when I first learned to bark it was so cute she just had to encourage me. And boy she did just that. When I was young mom used to say "ooooowwwwww" if I bit her to hard when we were playing. I learned to say it too. I'd prepare for it by pumping up my chest and I worked real hard and out it came. oooowwwww! Now that I'm bigger I don't say it anymore. It was very hard work and it wasn't very dignified, so I just don't do it. But if anyone comes anywhere near my propertiy (that would be anything I can see from my yard or window), I yell. If it's a neighborhood dog or kid I yell in a whining, begging sort of way. That means come play with me. I don't usually like when they come over though. It's just that I want to yell. If it's somebody I don't know, then I yell with a deeper voice. If I'm playing with my little buddy, then it's a high-pitched voice howl. Sometimes I'll be resting, under covers, and I'll hear a sound (it could be any kind of sound) I'll just poke my head out of the covers and yell. I don't even have to look for the sound. I just stay right where I am and howl. Sometimes I'm bored so I howl. You can tell I'm bored because in the middle of the howl... I yawn. The yawn becomes part of my howl. I am very good at howling.
Did I mention I love to howl?
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