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I'm getting a sister for my birthday!!!!!

January 4th 2009 2:07 pm
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Tomorrow is my 3rd birthday and as a present, mom is getting me a sister! :-) She's a stray that has been running around our street for about a year. A neighbor has been feeding her, but not taking care of her. She's beautiful, but so timid and scared! Mom has been trying to find her a home for a long time with no luck. Mom wanted to take her in, but just couldn't afford to. Miss Bobbye, my trainer at Petsmart, runs a rescue and she offered to get the dog spayed, and when she met her, she asked mom if she would be willing to adopt her if she (Miss Bobbye) helped with vet bills and heartguard for a couple of years, and she would also comp a beginner training class! Well, mom was so excited cause she'd already fallen in love with the dog, so she said yes! :-) Mom has named her Suzy Q and she'll be coming home on my birthday tomorrow! :-) I can't wait! :-)

 

Christmas at the shelter

December 10th 2008 12:39 pm
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CHRISTMAS AT THE SHELTER
author unknown

'Tis the night before Christmas and all through the town,
every shelter is full - we are lost but not found,
Our numbers are hung on our kennels so bare,
we hope every minute that someone will care.

They'll come to adopt us and give us the call,
Come here, Max and Sparkie - come fetch your new ball!
But now we sit here and think of the days..
we were treated so fondly - we had cute, baby ways.

Once we were little, then we grew and we grew -
now we're no longer young and we're no longer new.
So out the back door we were thrown like the trash,
they reacted so quickly - why were they so rash?

We jump on the children, don't come when they call,
we bark when they leave us, climb over the wall.
We should have been neutered, we should have been spayed,
now we suffer the consequence of the errors THEY made.

If only they'd trained us, if only we knew...
we'd have done what they asked us and worshiped them too.
We were left in the backyard, or worse -left to roam-
now we're tired and lonely and out of a home

They dropped us off here and they kissed us good-bye...
"Maybe someone else will give you a try."
So now here we are, all confused and alone...
in a shelter with others who long for a home.

The kind workers come through with a meal and a pat,
with so many to care for, they can't stay to chat,
They move to the next kennel, giving each of us cheer...
we know that they wonder how long we'll be here.

We lay down to sleep and sweet dreams fill our heads..
of a home filled with love and our own cozy beds.
Then we wake to see sad eyes, brimming with tears --
our friends filled with emptiness, worry, and fear.

If you can't adopt us and there's no room at the Inn --
could you help with the bills and fill our food bin?
We count on your kindness each day of the year --
can you give more than hope to everyone here?

Please make a donation to pay for the heat...
and help get us something special to eat.
The shelter that cares for us wants us to live,
and more of us will, if more people will give.

 

How could you?

April 14th 2008 12:40 pm
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When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you´d shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?"...but then you´d relent and roll me over for a belly rub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.

We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person", still I
welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch-because your touch was now so infrequent-and I would´ve defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You´ve made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son´s fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don´t let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.

You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind-that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I´m so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn´t be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself-a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.

 

I'm back!

April 14th 2008 10:25 am
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Hello all my buddies! I'm back and I missed all of you so much! :-)

Mom had her left paw surgery back in early February as she was scheduled to and she was doing good, when she started having really severe pain in her right shoulder all the way down to her right paw. She was in so much pain she was crying all the time and it really scared me. The doctors couldn't tell why she was in so much pain and none of the stuff they gave her to help the pain did any good. I was so scared. I tried to cuddle her as much as she would let me, but even that hurt her!

Mom is doing much better now though. She told me that it took 5 different doctors and 4 different tests to figure out what was wrong and do something about it. She finally found out that she has something called degenerative disc disease and that three of the discs in her neck are compressed, which is causing the pain she's having. Mom says she still has pain, but she's on medication so it's nothing like it originally was; she's not crying all the time now and she's back to cuddling with me when ever I want! :-) I really missed that when she wasn't feeling good!

So all my pals out there in Dogster land, I'm back and I missed each and every one of you very much! Especially my boyfriend Jack! :-) I hope everyone is great! Send me some messages to let me know how you are all doing! :-)

 

Mom's having surgery = Dogster withdrawl!

February 1st 2008 10:17 am
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Mom is having something called carpel tunnel surgery done on her left paw on February 7, 2008. Because of it, she won't be able to write or type for several weeks! It's awful! I'm going to go through withdrawl not being able to get on Dogster! What am I going to do? It's going to be so awful! Mom said she would try to do a one pawed nail punch with her right paw, but that it would be difficult. Mom is left pawed, and she can't even hold one of those writing sticks with her right paw. Oh woooooo is me! I'm so going to miss all my buddies on Dogster! :-( But, this is something that mom needs to have done, so I'll survive it somehow. I just hope all my buddies out there in Dogster land (especially my boyfriend Jack) don't forget about me while I'm gone.

Love and kisses to all!
Lola

 

My Barkday

January 7th 2008 9:54 am
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Saturday the 5th of January was my 2nd barkday and I just want to thank all my pals out there in Dogsterland for all the luv and good wishes and gifts! I luv you all very much! Especially my boyfriend Jack and his little sister Pheobe! :-)

Luv, licks and kisses to everyone!
Lola

 

A DOG IS FOR LIFE - NOT JUST FOR CHRISTMAS!

November 25th 2007 11:26 am
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I wish a lot of people with pets could understand this pome, and not let this happen to dogs all over the world! And know that a dog or cat is a life long comitment, not just a gift on christmas, that in a week or a couple of months, you get rid of. Just because he is eating your shoes, not making in out side to do his thing, or barking , or meowing two much! You have to love and care for a pet, and help teach us what you want us to do, and how to act. Puppies and Kittens, need your help while they grow up to become a member of your familey, just like you would help your child learn!

A DOG IS FOR LIFE - NOT JUST FOR CHRISTMAS!
Twas the nite before Xmas when all thru the house
Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse
the stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nick soon would be there

The children all nestled all snug in their beds
With No thought of the dog filling their head
And mamma in her kerchief and I in my cap
Knew the dog was cold, but didn't care about that

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Figuring the dog was free of his chain and into the trash

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
gave the luster of mid-day to objects below
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But Santa Clause with eyes full of tears

He unchained the dog once so lively and quick
Last years Xmas present now painfully sick
More rapid than eagles he called the dogs name
and the dog ran to him despite all his pain.

Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen
On Comet on Cupid on Donner and Blitzen
To the top of the porch to the top of the wall
Let's find this dog a home where he will be loved by all.

I knew in an instant there would be no gifts this year
For Santa had made one thing quite clear
The gift of a dog is not just for the season
We had gotten the dog for all the wrong reasons

 

It's after Thanksgiving tag...and you're it!!

November 25th 2007 10:45 am
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Woof!!

I've been tagged by Bailey, NPC! :-)

Here are the rules:

Because it’s Thanksgiving time, there is a change to the rules. Each player needs to tell seven special things they are thankful for. Tagged dogs must post the rules in their diary and their 7 thankful things. Then choose 7 pups to tag and list their names. Let them know by pawmail or rosette that they have been tagged and to read your diary for the instructions on how to play.

1. I'm thankful for my mom for adopting me and loving me.
2. I'm thankful for my foster mom for nursing me through Parvo and taking care of me till my mom was ready to adopt me.
3. I'm thankful for my earth sister BG.
4. I'm thankful for my Rainbow Bridge sister, Lady
5. I'm thankful for my boyfriend Jack and his sister Phoebe and their mom Leila.
6. I'm thankful for my human grandparents for loving me.
7. I'm thankful for Chicken Jerkey! :-)

The seven pups I am tagging are:
1. my boyfriend Jack
2. Jack's sister Phoebe
3. My puppal Bo
4. My puppal Chloe
5. My puppal Maggie Mae
6. My puppal Sophie Rose
7. May puppal Miss Pickles

 

Mad at mommy

October 22nd 2007 5:27 am
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I'm mad at my mommy! She put my crate away yesterday so I can't get in it anymore. She kept telling me that I'm a big girl now (almost 2 years old), and that since I haven't needed to be in my crate for months, that it doesn't need to stay up in the living room. Mom said that putting it away would give us more space in the living room, and would give me more room to run. I DON'T NEED MORE ROOM TO RUN!!! I WANT MY CRATE BACK!! I love my crate, even though I don't actually NEED it. I want it to stay up, but NO!, mom wouldn't listen to me. She put it away where I can't see it or get to it. She did at least put my bed back in the same spot where it was, when it was inside the crate, but I still want the crate back too.

Would someone please tell my mom how much I miss my crate and want it back?

Kisses!
Lola

 

Creating a Sucker: A How to Guide for Petting

October 12th 2007 8:04 pm
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This was written by Athena, Dogster ID 639019

Creating a Sucker: A How to Guide for Petting

They say a sucker is born everyday. Well, in my case I don’t wait for them to come around, I make them. Here are a few tips on how to make that human a sucker for you.

The main factor in making any human a sucker is cuteness. All dogs have it. Some dogs have adorable faces, good temperaments, or impeccable breeding; others have to rely on fun expressions or being so ugly they’re cute. Whatever your cuteness level is, remember this: all dogs are cute. So embrace this, it will be your best tool in getting your way.

When I feel that I want to be pet, there are a few different techniques that work for me. I like to start out with the “Oh, but I’m so shy!” technique, followed by the “Pet me, pet me, pet me” technique, and finally the “I’ll just do it myself” technique.

How to do: “Oh, but I’m so shy”
This is the easiest of my preferred techniques. Just stare at the human you want to dupe, go in to investigate, then run away. Don’t act scared, just shy. Speak with your eyes, as if you were saying “I want to come over there, but I’m not sure if I should.” Let the human make the first move. After they say a genuine “come here pretty girl” or pat their leg, jump into their arms as if you are the happiest dog in the world. You want to make the human feel like they were the one that tricked you to come over. It is a good technique but remember not to use it multiple times on the same human.
CAUTION: Don’t try on young children or cranky pants people; you will fail

How to do: “Pet me, pet me, pet me”
This one easily gets me the most pats, rubs and scratches. It can be used directly after “Oh, but I’m so shy” or on a human you have already played. Work up all the enthusiasm that you have, and jump into your human’s arms. Let them pet you as much as they want. What do you do if they stop? Slap them with your paw. This will point out the fact that they had taken their focus off of you for a moment, and that they should begin to pet you again. Make cute and funny sounds, something like a half bark, half growl. Feeling frisky? Go in for a kiss if you feel comfortable. The point is to sell yourself, without over selling.
CAUTION: Don’t try on manly men; they feel it threatens their masculinity

How to do: “I’ll just do it myself”
Is your human not paying attention to you? The best way to get their attention (if barking, wining, and slapping doesn’t work) is to pet yourself. Now, inexperienced dogs trying to do this normally think to roll onto their backs and wiggle around. While this is a good way to get a chuckle out of the humans, it is not how you master this technique. The “proper” way is to place your hind end just below the cushion of the couch or chair they are sitting on. Energetically lift your rump up and down, all the while making funny sounds. Look back at them, as if to say “I have an itch, but I can’t reach it!” The human will laugh, think you're funny, but then will place his or her hand on your rump to scratch. This technique will work every time if applied correctly.
CAUTION: For experienced dogs only

There are hundreds of different techniques that work, so if you don’t like mine… figure some out for yourself. Good luck making a sucker!

 
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