Nicknames: Duchie, Big girl, silly, baby girl, moochie mooch.
Gotcha Date: October 12th 2002
Birthday: April 20th 2002
Likes: Attention, guarding the kitchen in case some food comes her way. Car rides. Play in water, jumping high.
Pet-Peeves: Thunder storms, loud fireworks.
Favorite Toy: She likes to play in her kiddie pool.
Favorite Food: FOOD!!!!!!!!! She has never refuses anything.
Favorite Walk: She loves to go to the park and play, or just for a long walk
Best Tricks: She can open any door and break out of any cage. She is a regular Houdini
Arrival Story: I got Duchess through a friend from work, they knew the person who had Duchess and her mother and father. She had 11 brothers and sisters. She very much needed a forever home or the Lincolnwood police would of impounded her, and you know what that means.
Bio: She is very obedient, and intelligent,and lovable. I want to use her to show everybody that Pit Bulls get a bad rap.
Her parents and grandparents were show dogs, they have awards in Obedience and agility, I guess that is why she could jump a 6 ft. fence like it's nothing.
She learns fast, and she has taught herself by just watching.
Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside... for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements... and I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth... though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land... for you are my god... and I am your devoted worshiper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.
And, beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest...and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.....
Diane, a young Christian University student, was home for the summer. She had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year.
She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid, because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.
As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked "God" to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it, however, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for "God's" protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped around her, she felt as though someone was walking with her.
When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.
The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley, just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep.
Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed.
The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her."
Moral of the story? Never underestimate the power of Prayer.