Likes: bouncy balls, squeeky toys, his blanky, sweaters, cuddles, playing in the grass, sleeping between mommy and daddy, sitting on mommy's desk while she's on the computer,
Pet-Peeves: being told no, having things he doesn't need taken away from him, door bell, the big dog in the yard cause he can't get to him to play.
Favorite Toy: His cry baby, a squeeky toy that sounds like a baby crying when you squeeze it.
Favorite Food: ham, bacon, dry kibbles and bits
Favorite Walk: running around in the back yard after it's been mowed
Best Tricks: fetching his toys, finding ways to tell us what he wants
Arrival Story: We had been looking to replace a very special peakapoo and it took several years to get over his death for me. I just didn't think my heart could replace him. The pain of loosing him is still great in my heart, but I needed another puppy to love again. So I started looking and when I went to see this one, it was love at first site. His momma barked at us so loudly that it scared him silly and he went under a couch. After getting him out he came right to me and when I picked him up, he gave me the sweetest kisses. I just had to have him.
Bio: My mommy says I'm a bad boy but she loves me anyway. I growl at her and daddy when they do something I don't like and I even bit my mommy a couple weeks ago and I made her cry. Boy was I ever sorry I did that, and daddy spanked me and it hurt my feelings but I knew I deserved it. Mommy wasn't doing anything wrong, she was sitting on the bed and I was playing with my toys and I thought she was going to take it away from me cause it was almost time to go nite-nite, but she wasn't, and I bit her. But I know she loves me anyway. My daddy, he don't take no crap from me though. I know when daddy says something, he means it. I don't want dad to spank me again, even though it didn't hurt it just scared me a little bit. Daddy only spanks with a paper and I've learned that it's only really called "tapping" cause he don't use no force or anything. It don't sting or cause me to cry out or anything, but it gets the message across to me that I need to behave.
I just wanted to say that I am free now. I am no longer married to Trixie Mae and I can find someone to have fun with. I'm on the look out so for all you beautiful girls out there that want to have fun, let me know.
This is a game that let's other's get to know you and each other. All you have to do is write down 7 things about yourself in your diary and then go tag 7 pals that haven't been tagged. It's fun and my new friend Peaches tagged me. Here goes:
1. I came to live with my mommy and daddy when I was only 5 weeks old.
2. I have bitten my mommy because she has either been trying to clean my ears, take something away from me that she thinks I didn't need, or just touching me when I don't want to be touched.
3. If it's on the floor, it's mine.....no questions asked.
4. I love to sleep snuggled up as close to my daddy as I can.
5. I love to sleep around my mommy's neck if I can do it without choking her, and she'll let me as long as she can breathe.
6. When my mommy starts to get dressed to go somewhere, I run hide under the bed so she won't leave me. But daddy always drags me out.
7. I don't like to come out from under the covers in the morning cause it's cold and if anybody on the bed moves, I growl and snap and act up, as mommy says. I just want to be left alone in da bed so I can go back to sleep. Daddy says, if he has to be up, I have to be up too.
Mommy wants us to take time to Listen To God. Let him work through you. Hope you enjoy this story, it is touching and in this day and time, we all need that.
TO MEET SUCH A MAN
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 with in 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 store front 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?'
'To walk into a town carrying all your things on your back and to show
'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
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
'Are you hoping to hire on there for awhile?'
'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...
If this story touched you, forward it to a friend!
'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.
My instructions were to send this to four people that I wanted God to
bless and I picked you. Please pass this to four people you want to be
This prayer is powerful and there is nothing attached. Please do not
break this pattern. Prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There is
no cost but a lot of rewards. Let's continue to pray for one another.
God bless and have a nice day!
'Father, I ask you to bless my friends, relatives and e-mail buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask you to minister to their spirit at this very moment. Where there is pain, give them your peace and mercy. Where there is self-doubt, release a renewed confidence through your grace, In Jesus' precious Name Amen.'
I sent this to more than four, but this story is so touching, I felt
each of you would enjoy it greatly.