December 21st 2010 4:28 am
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Mom and me are SOOOOO surprised.....espeshully since I haben't been riting meny diaries fur a while now.....but we're honored to be picked!!
December 18th 2010 2:15 pm
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you and your momma were among our very first furriends here on Dogster...your funny diaries and antics brought smiles to mom's face when she didn't think smiling was possible! May you run healthy and painfree again sweet Meaty...we will always remember you.
December 4th 2010 5:29 am
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My, oh my, duz time fwy by! 5 yeers ago today mommie n daddie were on der way to pick mee up abowt halfway between Houston n Dawwas. I was a bery skared widdle bwack corn dawg gurl, but mommie and daddie wubbed me eben just dwibing home. I escaped my harness and wan away...but not FAR...and wen dey gotz me back safe...I was in my FUREBER home. My mommie and daddie wub me wotz, and I sure do WUBZ dem, tu.
October 30th 2010 12:22 pm
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The hoomanz left Hunter n mee heer at home and when dey came back, there was a crate wiff a liddle corn dawg in it...at least THIS time it'z a boi corn dawg...so he won't be challenging my corn dawg princess status! Dey say wee 4 fossering him for Col. Potter...so he will find hiz own fureber home one day. It's a gud thing to fosser...after all, if me and Hunter hadn't been fostered, we'd not be in our own lubbing home right now edder.
October 22nd 2010 4:29 am
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Thank you to all my furriends who sent me the wonderful barkday wishes! I had a good day, got me some strawberry yogurt with my kibble and a nice long special walk with dad on my own...no Hunter!
Mom and dad can't believe I'm 11 years old.
March 28th 2010 3:53 pm
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CP brought in another group of pups from a mill yesterday....here is the post from the intakes manager....so many pups like me, puppy mill mommas and poppas!
Have you ever stopped to think about what must go through the minds of the little Cairns that come from a breeding facility and then suddenly find themselves in the loving arms of Col. Potter? No more sleeping on wire crates, in the cold, wet and heat, plenty of good food and clean water, a bath and grooming to remove the years of filth from their coats and skin, medical attention for infections and injuries and most importantly, a gentle, caring, loving human touch. I hope they think Life is Berry Berry Good in CP!!
Thanks to the efforts of MANY CP volunteers, five little Cairns made their way to freedom yesterday. Today they traveled to Oz Project which is once again open and ready to welcome CP Cairns! My thanks to everyone who made this possible this weekend!!
Please help me welcome the Life is Berry Berry Good Kids:
#1986 Strawberry: F, DOB 11/14/05
#1987 Cranberry: F, DOB 11/18/03
#1988 Raspberry: F, DOB 10/3/05
#1989 Elderberry: M, DOB 10/22/07
#1990 Blackberry: M, DOB 10/30/07
All of these PM kids are only able to come into CP when we have enough resources to care for them. One of the major fundraisers we have to cover the costs for the Life is Berry Berry Good Kids and all the others is through the New Leash on Life. Please support the NLOL and share CP's stories, or should I say the stories of the furkids of CP, with your friends, coworkers, with everyone and ask them to help support CP and our efforts to give even more little Cairns a Berry Berry Good Life!!
January 30th 2010 10:07 am
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Here in this house... I will never know the loneliness I hear in the barks
of the other dogs 'out there'. I can sleep soundly, assured that when I
wake my world will not have changed. I will never know hunger, or the fear of
not knowing if I'll eat. I will not shiver in the cold, or grow weary from
the heat. I will feel the sun's heat, and the rain's coolness, and be
allowed to smell all that can reach my nose. My fur will shine, and never be dirty or
Here in this house... There will be an effort to communicate with
me on my level. I will be talked to and, even if I don't understand, I
can enjoy the warmth of the words. I will be given a name so that I
may know who I am among many. My name will be used in joy, and I will
love the sound of it!
Here in this house... I will never be a substitute for anything I am
not. I will never be used to improve peoples' images of themselves. I
will be loved because I am who I am, not someone's idea of who I
should be. I will never suffer for someone's anger, impatience, or
stupidity. I will be taught all the things I need to know to be loved
by all. If I do not learn my lessons well, they will look to my
teacher for blame.
Here in this house... I can trust arms that hold, hands that touch...
knowing that, no matter what they do, they do it for the good of me. If I am ill, I
will be doctored. If scared, I will be calmed. If sad, I will be
cheered. No matter what I look like, I will be considered beautiful
and known to be of value.
I will never be cast out because I am too old, too ill, too unruly, or not
cute enough. My life is a responsibility, and not an afterthought. I
will learn that humans can almost, sometimes, be as kind and as fair
Here in this house... I will belong. I will be home.
January 19th 2010 9:59 am
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10. Owner on floor, dog in bed.
9. Stop begging and actually get a seat at the dinner table.
8. Give up the dream of ever catching my tail.
7. Bark like a big dog but still get cuddled on lap like a little dog.
6. Get back at cat for litter box incident.
5. Find every bone I ever buried.
4. No more haircuts! (Come fall, I can go as a Komondor for Halloween).
3. Become alpha dog in my house. Well, at least stop letting the cat push me around.
2. Invent goggles that allow me to see the electric fence.
1. Finally pass that darn AKC Canine Good Citizen test.
December 5th 2009 5:09 pm
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Yesderday waz mi 4th "gotcha day" and wiff de bad wedder here in SE TX and sum oder "stress tingies" going on at momma's wurk, she furgotz awl abowt it. She wokez up dis morning and she felt turrible abowt furgetting it, so she planned on gibbing me a speshul dinner (salmon...but I had to share wiff my brudder) and speshual tweets and lotz ob extra bewwy wubs and ear skritches, too. Momma and dad feel so bery bwessed habbing me in der wivez...and I know I'm a bery lucky corn dawg habbing dem in mine, too!
November 11th 2009 9:20 am
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I am the flag of the United States of America. My name is Old Glory. I fly atop the world's tallest buildings. I stand watch in America's Halls of Justice, I fly majestically over great institutions of learning, and millions repeat their Pledge of Allegiance to me every day. I stand guard with the greatest military power in the world. Look up...and see me! I stand for Peace, Honor, Truth and Justice. I stand for Freedom as I stand before you today. I am confident, I am proud. When I am flown with my fellow banners, my head is a little higher, my colors a little truer. I bow to no one.
I am recognized all over the world. I am worshipped; I am saluted; I am respected; I am revered; I am loved and...I am feared! For more than 200 years, I have fought in every battle of every war; Gettysburg, Shiloh, Appomattox, San Juan Hill, the trenches of France, the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome, the beaches of Normandy, the jungles of Guam, Okinawa, Japan, Korea, Vietnam, in the Persian Gulf, Iraq and in scores of places, long forgotten, but not by all; not by those who were there with me.
I led my soldiers... followed them. I watch over them... they love me.
I was on a small Hill in Iwo Jima, I was dirty, battle-torn and tired, but my soldiers cheered me and I was proud! I have been soiled, burned, torn and trampled on the streets of countries that I have helped to set free. It does not hurt, for I am invincible.
I have been soiled; burned, torn and trampled on streets of my own country, and when it is by those whom I have served in battle with... it hurts.
But I shall overcome for I am strong! I have slipped the bonds of earth and from my vantage point on the moon I stand watch over the uncharted new frontiers of space. I have been silent witness to all America's finest hours. But my finest hour comes when I am torn into strips as bandages for my wounded comrades on the field of battle, when I fly half-mast to honor my fallen sailors, when I lay in the trembling arms of a grieving mother at the graveside of her fallen daughter or son. That is my finest hour.
Thank you for your service!
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