Likes: Being with people who care about her, toys, belly rubs, sitting outside barking at the horses and other dogs running around in the grass, hiding in the taller grass from her brother/boyfriend Snuggles,
Pet-Peeves: she used to hate a bath but now I think she thinks they are not all bad, not other pet peeves yet
Favorite Toy: a stuffed bunny
Favorite Food: bacon, bolonga, ham, chicken, chew sticks, pop ice
Favorite Walk: in our yard, and to the pasture with her daddy to feed the horses
Best Tricks: sit, stay, down, look pretty for mommy, walk on hind legs for a long, long ways, turning around in circles on hind legs for treats
Arrival Story: I was shopping at Wal-Mart one afternoon and I saw an ad placed on the window that said this dog was free to a good home. Well, being an animal lover and wanting another pet, I couldn't believe she would be free. When I called and asked about her, the lady still had her and said that I could come get her. I went about 2 days later and what I saw shocked me greatly. Now I know that people often don't have time for their pets, as was the case here, but to not take time to bathe or groom a dog that requires it is just wrong. I got her home and it took me 3 hours just to cut her hair so that I could feel her skin. She couldn't see because of all the hair, and she had been placed out on the porch in the rain in a carrier for me to pick up. That was today, 4/30/06 and even though I did bathe her, she is full of fleas and I am taking her to Crystal, the lady that always grooms my male first thing in the morning and hope that she can work her in. I will post a before and an after picture of her when I can get some made.
Bio: This is one of the sweetest dogs I've had the pleasure of having. The lady that I got her from was supposed to groom her and bathe her and have everything in order for me when I picked her up, but sadly she didn't. That was the reason for me waiting for 2 days before I picked her up. When we began to pour water over her, the water quickly turned red. I knew she had a lot of fleas but I didn't realize it was enough to turn the water red. Poor baby!...but she will be okay cause she is in good hands now and will be spoiled like my other one is. He's rotten.
Forums Motto: I am finally loved and spoiled rotten!!!
Hi diary and friends. This was emailed to my mommy and she wanted to put it here so everyone who reads my diary can see it, read it, absorb it, and take time to Listen to God today.
Love Forward to you all,
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.
Today, mommy read a post about a pitbull mix puppy that was taken from her home because of her breed. She understands that there are laws and they must be abided by but can't understand what all the fuss is about. We know that a lot of states are banning that breed and we think that it's crazy. Mommy says that if they can ban one breed, they can certainly ban other's. There is a group started now to try and save this pup. Her name is Daisy and she's the cutest thing. She looks to be very friendly and playful. Mommy cried when she read what her mommy wrote in her diary. Apparently there wasn't money to have this pup fixed in order for her mommy to abide by that countries laws. A lot of dogster pups have said they would cover that cost for her. A lot of them say they are willing to adopt her just to keep her alive. I know her mommy and family don't want to see her put to sleep, and I know they would love to be able to keep her. Her mommy has to go to court on Thursday to answer to the charges against her. We are praying that when she tells them that there are people willing to donate the money to have this little girl fixed that the courts will say she can do that and keep her. This is not only a family pet, but a therapy pup as well to her mommy. Mommy says that in her opinion, and she knows everybody has them things and are entitled to their own, but she thinks that people are going way overboard with power to make laws. These are cold hearted people and mommy has no tollerance for them kind of folks. She knows that some train that breed to be fighters and killers of other pups, and she believes that is wrong. But to get a puppy, right from the start and to train it to be a happy go lucky pup and to grow up and be a great pet with no hatered in their hearts towards anything or anyone is just wrong to want to put them down. To my mommy, putting this precious little girl to sleep because of her breed would be like someone saying we had to put Lil Sassy to sleep cause she was born blind. Or to say that we had to put Snuggles to sleep cause he's bitten mommy several times. It's just not right. What if I would have had to be put to sleep cause I was not taken care of and allowed to get so matted up that I couldn't see, stand or sit comfortably? Would that be right? NO!!!!!! Ohhhhh geeish.........mommy is crying now. She can't see to type anymore so we're gonna close now. We just want everyone to pray for this pup and that a solution can be reached in order to keep this pup alive and with her family.
Sadie Pearl and her mommy
When you are tagged, you have to write down 7 awsome things about yourself in your diary, and then tag 7 other pups. You need to send them a note or rosette to let them know that they were tagged and telling them to read your diary entry so that they will see the rules of the game.
1. I was an ugly ducklin until my mommy found me.
2. I don't like baths, but I will tolerate them cause I know I'll be beautiful afterwards.
3. Lil Sassy is my daughter from my first litter.
4. I will be 3 years old in November.
5. I am Goofball's wife, and I'm so proud to be his.
6. I love my mommy and daddy so much.
7. I love my dear friends Miss Jenna, Miss Dixie, Trixie Mae and all the rest.
I am tagging: