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Just a Common Soldier (A Soldier Died Today)

May 28th 2014 9:22 pm
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I first posted this on Memorial Day a coupla years ago but I wanna run it by ya all again... hope it will give ya sumthin to think about fer the rest of the year.

"Just a Common Soldier (a Soldier Died Today)"
by A. Laurence Vaincourt

He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.

Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.

And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they knew where of he spoke.

But we'll hear his tales no longer,
For ol' Bob has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer
For a soldier died today.

He won't be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife,
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.

He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won't note his passing,
'tho a Soldier died today.

When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.

Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were young,
But the passing of a soldier
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Some jerk who breaks his promise
And cons his fellow man?

Or the ordinary fellow
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his Country,
And offers up his life?

The politician's stipend
And the style in which he lives,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.

While the ordinary soldier,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small.

It's so easy to forget them,
For it is so many times that our
Bobs and Jims and Johnnys,
Went to battle, but we know.

It was not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our Country now enjoys.

Should you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever waffling stand?

Or would you want a Soldier,
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Soldier,
Who would fight until the end?

He was just a common Soldier,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need his like again.

For when countries are in conflict,
We find the Soldier's part
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.

If we cannot do him honor
While he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
At the ending of his days.

Perhaps just a simple headline
in the paper that might say:


Please help find Officer Bane!

December 27th 2010 8:01 pm
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Here's a link to Bane's page where you can read about him and find more links. And here's a video to watch, just point to the video link with your mouse to watch it.

Find Bane Video


Still feelin blue... too much purple... not enough green

September 22nd 2008 8:42 pm
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Last time I wrote about feelin blue, it was just sorta like a fun thing, I just wanted to write a lil song and I din't have any bones, so there ya go.

But now I am really feelin blue, cuz I see some awful sad stuff goin on with some other dogs. There is this thing called IMHA that dogs can get and it is a real bad thing to have... sometimes it just takes a dog's life right out from under em in a real short time. And even the lucky ones live their whole lives bein scared of what will happen that day, or the next day... just think of what that would be like.

I got a friend named Angel Mica, well, ya probly know her already, she is known as "the Wonderpup" and she has about a bazillion pals. If ya go look at her page, go down the right side just under her bio text stuff, and ya see a nice picture of a whole bunch of dogs. And if ya look real close, ya see that some of em got a purple star and a lot of em have a green star. See, what that means is that the dogs with the purple star are livin with IMHA... or else IMHA has already taken them away from their families. And the ones with the green stars are tryin to help stop that from happenin to more dogs, by givin some money to help the dogtors find a cure or a way to keep it from happenin at all.

The thing that has got me feelin blue is that even though I am not as good at math as my brother, I can still figger out that we are gonna need a whole lot more of them green stars to keep them purple stars from multiplyin.

It would be pretty cool if ya could go check this stuff out... go read Mica's diary for September 19th and see if ya can't help out a lil bit. Ya don't have to be some rich dude or dudette, just do what ya can and ask some of yer pals to join ya. Like I said, I'm no math whiz but I do know that a little times a lot is a lot... and there are a whole lot of us dogs here.

Could ya help out... please?

Angel Mica - the Wonderpup (Dogster ID# 504880) (**HQ APPROVED**)


I got the no-bone blues

September 15th 2008 2:00 pm
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I ain't got no bones
So I got nuthin to chew
I ain't got no bones
So I got nuthin to chew
No, I ain't got no bones
That's why I'm feelin so blue!


How to save your parents some money

June 3rd 2008 3:51 pm
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Yesterday me and my brother went to see the dogtor. She told us both we needed to go on a diet *blush* but we're not that bad... hopefully more exercise in the nicer weather will help there.

Now here's the funny part: I kinda been havin a little trouble with my back-end lately, makin me spend a lot of time out in the backyard just "goin through the motions" without really doin anything, if ya get my drift. And then I do a lot of lickin back there, which fer some reason my parents don't like me doin. Anyway, I was sposed to get my glands expressed..?

Well, the tech took me back to another room cuz they sure don't like the smell floatin around where the people are sittin, and boy I was real scared about what they might do to me. I was so scared, I just sorta had a blowout right there while they were gettin ready to do it! Yup, ya might say I "expressed myself"! BOL!!! So they checked me and confirmed that I really did take care of things on my own. Then they brought me back to my Mom & Dad, and told them that they wouldn't charge em fer the procedure because they didn't have to do it!

So here's a tip, boys and girls... if ya hear anybody talkin about expressin anything and they are talkin about YOU, just do it yourself! Ya spare yerself the misery, and ya save money that they can use to buy ya treats and toys! How could it get any better than that?!


To all of my Moms on their special day

May 11th 2008 3:10 am
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I don't remember my first Mom, the one who gave me life, or the human Mom I had then, if I had one. But I know I wouldn't be here without the first, and maybe the second. So... Thanks, Mom!

I definitely remember my Fairy Dogmother, Rita, who rescued me from Death Row when it was hangin' day for me. I will never forget how she saved my life! And it didn't end there, no sir. She took care of everything for me, like she has done for hundreds of other pups, including my brother Webster - and a few kitties too, and even some other critters - until she found the perfect forever home for me with a family who loved me even before we met. So... Thanks, Mom!

I also clearly remember my foster Mom, Michol, who took me into her home and put up with my puppy naughtiness, trying to train me to be a good boy. She taught me how to get along with other dogs and cats so that I could have a happy life. She took care of me as if I was her very own child, even though she knew that one day she would put me into the hands of another family. So... Thanks, Mom!

Now here I am on this thing called Dogster, where all my friends have Moms of their own, and many of them have multiple Moms just like me. And guess what? I love them too, for caring for my friends, but it goes beyond that... I have come to realize that they are always there for all of their friends too. Dogster makes me feel so warm and happy inside because of all the love from all those Moms. So... Thanks, Moms!

And most of all, I have my very own permanent Mom. The one who just keeps on loving and caring for me and my brothers even though we seem to do our best to drive her crazy! I wonder if she knows that my whole world revolves around her, and that I would give up my life for her in a heartbeat if necessary. She means more to me than anything else in the whole world. So... even though there is no way to really say how much she means to me... Thanks, Mom!


It's so hard to say good-bye for the last time

February 9th 2008 9:05 pm
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We lost another pal today. Bruno's parents carried him to the Rainbow Bridge. He was a great guy, one of the nicest dudes around. It was a special thrill for me when Bruno was the one who turned over the Dog of the Day title to me a couple weeks ago, because he was such a great example of what an award-winning dog should be.

Poor ol' Bruno was only 10 years old, but that's getting up there for a big fella like him. And he had dealt with some tough problems in his time. Always kept up his terrific disposition though! His parents did everything they could to help him along the way. But finally it came to that point where the nicest thing they could do for him was to send him to live with the angels.

Bruno's family has asked for his friends to remember him by helping out the rescue group that helped him out, a very fine organization called A Rotta Love. If you can, please visit their site and make a donation... maybe you'll even find a new brother or sister there! And please remember to include his family in your prayers.

Good-bye, Bruno, we love you.


Can dreams come true even if you didn't dream them?

January 27th 2008 9:02 pm
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Unless somebody pinches me and wakes me up, that's what happened to me today!

I never ever in a bazillion years dreamed that I would see my own face looking back at me from the Dogster home page... unless maybe they started putting WANTED posters on there or sumthin like that! But today, it happened, and I'm just floating on Cloud Nine. Somehow I ended up getting the same title as the very best dogs on Dogster! How the heck did that happen anyway? Now I realize that HQ has had a few fleas slip into the servers now and then, so maybe that's what happened. But just between you, me and the fire hydrant, I sure hope they don't take it back when they do their debugging.

I've never seen so much P-mail or so many PPRs in my life, or had so much cool stuff pasted on my page.... it is pawsome! I am gonna thank each and every one of you personally, even if it takes me a year to do it. But in the meantime, I will say it here: THANK YOU!!!!!!! And thanks to whoever they are at Dogster HQ who made it happen to me, even if they are just fleas!

I have found the best friends in the world here on Dogster, and I love you all.



It really hurts to lose a special friend

November 24th 2007 1:06 am
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Wilson, you're a one-in-a-million kind of pal. I sure do miss you.


My thankful thoughts on Thanksgiving Day

November 22nd 2007 5:47 pm
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Today is a special day, to celebrate all the things that we are thankful for. I am going to help my brother Webster write in his diary about all of the things that we are blessed with, but here in my own diary I am going to write about something really special.

My Pop sent an e-mail to his friend Deanna. She is Jezzie's and Bruti's Mom, and she has a great website called For the Love of the Dog. Here is what he wrote:


A young lady named Rachel Ridout used to work where I work, and her boyfriend Brian still does work there. I did not know her well but talked to her a few times. Brian I do know pretty well, as he operates the equipment I service (I'm not an employee there but provide contract service and have a permanent office there so I may as well be).

Several weeks ago, she and Brian were at a friend's house. Coming up the basement stairs, she slipped or stumbled at the top of the stairs and fell backward, pulling Brian with her down the stairs. She landed head-first on a concrete floor. She has been in a coma since, and will remain so (induced) for quite some time to help her brain heal. Her condition has been up and down all that time, showing promise one day and then causing frustration and disappointment the next day. But it is really a miracle that she survived at all... the day after the accident, her family was making funeral preparations.

Her mother has been keeping a journal at (maybe you're already familiar with the site?) and many of her friends, relatives and others have been posting in her guestbook.

You may already know this, but a coma is not always like we see in the movies. In her case, it certainly is not that way. She sleeps, she awakens, she looks around and can move occasionally. She was recently moved to Bethesda Hospital in St. Paul, where she will remain for long-term care and therapy.

Today her mother posted a new journal entry that should make any dog-lover smile and nod knowingly. Here it is:

Rachel was running a small temp yesterday so the nurses decided to let her sleep in the afternoon instead of putting her in the chair. Last night she was still a little tired but when friends came she was alert. She enjoyed seeing them and it seemed like she new exactly who they were. It is so important for friends to talk to her for her recovery.
Someone at my work contacted me that a program she is involved with would be bringing therapy dogs to Bethesda on Tuesday. She asked if Rachel would like a visit from the dogs. Rachel loves animals and they have always loved her. In fact, about a month before the accident she showed me a type of dog on the internet that she wanted but I told her she had to wait until she was living in a place that she could keep the dog. Several weeks ago we told Rachel that when she wakes up, we are getting her a dog so her job was to think of a name.
The large therapy dogs came into her room and she immediately focused her attention to them. Randy said he had never seen her eyes so wide open. The nurse reached for Rachel's hand to open her fingers to pet the dog. Rachel's left arm is very rigid and her hand is usually clenched making it is hard to open her fingers. The nurse put her clenched fist on the top of the dog's head so her knuckles could pet the dog. When her knuckles touched the dog's head, her hand open up completely on her own!! This is truly amazing! Rachel even moved her head forward twice to look at the dogs. It looks like we may be getting Rachel that dog sooner than we think! Thank you Liza for arranging the dog visit. It was a moment of hope for us.
Have a Happy Thanksgiving from our family to yours.
Randy, Cher, Krystal, Ryan, and Rachel


Deanna posted that story on her website, and we hope that everyone who reads it will go visit Rachel's page and send their thoughts and prayers for her. We are very grateful for her sharing not only this story but SO MANY others, good news and bad, about dogs and people and their relationships with each other.

But my special thanks today goes to all of the very, very special dogs and their people who serve us in so many different ways.

I want to say a huge THANK YOU to all of the therapy dogs, service dogs, war dogs, K-9 police officers, drug-sniffers, bomb-sniffers, search & rescue dogs, and any others I might have overlooked... you know who I mean. Those dogs who aren't just everyday loving pets like me but who give up big parts of their lives, and sometimes even their whole lives, to help others. We all owe so much to all of them!

May all of you have a splendid Thanksgiving holiday with your families and friends, to celebrate all of the gifts we receive every day!


P.S. if anyone knows who those therapy dogs were who visited Rachel at Bethesda Hospital in St. Paul, MN on Tuesday, November 20th, 2007 were, please send me a P-mail to tell me who they were so I can thank them personally!

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