ADOPT 09 CONTEST AND STROLL

Lassie wasn't adopted. Nor did I do my research before buying her. And I got her from an irresponsible breeder.
I feel guilt for all of the above, I didn't know the consequences, but at the same time I am over the moon at the experience, joy and happiness I got from living with Lassie.
Lassie wasn't adopted, so I don't know how I am going to have any chance in this contest...but I want to be a part of it because adoption is a very important thing to me. It's not just like adopting a puppy from the pet store or breeder...it's giving one a second chance in life.
But, I will just write a poem to my darling Lassie.

Run Lassie run!
Run havock through the house,
Until a visitor comes.
Now you're quiet as a mouse.
They pick you up,
They hold you tight,
But you don't care,
Because I make sure you're 'right.

Run Lassie run!
Run along the beach,
Your still a pup but big and strong,
Look how far your legs can reach!
Into the sea,
Swim and play,
I get a mini coconut and you could go all day.

Run Lassie run!
Sprint along the sand,
You are now an adult big and strong,
You think you've conquered the vast open land.
Then look, who's that right in front of you?
Another dog..uh oh that's not good news.
You run teeth baring, but that's nothing new.
Then bam. Woof woof bite bite snarl snarl whimper.
I'm in trouble but I tried hard.
I'll continue with your socialising,
I'll have to be 100% guard.

Stop Lassie stop!
Stop chasing children around.
They don't appreciate getting bitten,
They want your temprement sound.
I don't know what to do with you,
I love you with all my might.
But the biting, the nipping the attcking other dogs,
This is just not right.

Run Lassie Run!
Run on rainbow bridge.
Free from pain, free from fear,
Take all the food rom the rainbow fridge.
I miss you it hurts, I cry every night.
Remembering our precious memories,
Of holding you snug and tight.
I want you back into my arms,
To see your smile again.
But I just have to wait until my day,
The day we meet again.


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I cried writing this poem, I still feel great guilt over Lassie's passing. I had to do it, I didn't want anyone getting hurt. But I wish she was back. I really do. She was so precious, and almost one year on, I still do cry.

I miss you my darling.

My Tail of Devotion for Lassie-Missing Your Smile

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I've been tagged!

I have been tagged by Adam Chewbacca, and Gypsy Rose!

Here are the rules

Here are the rules of this dogster game of "tag" in case you've never gotten a chance to play. When you are tagged, you post 7 random facts about yourself, compose a "new DIARY entry" along with the rules and put them in your own DIARY. Then you pick 7 furs (kitties or doggies) to tag but make sure you tell them... a simple p-mail will do fine, or a rosette to tell them, but you must let them know that they have been tagged. Post their names also in your DIARY.

1 Food is my favourite thing!

2 I love going fur long walks to the beach

3 When I was little, in my middle puppy years, my head was really big!

4 I used to have MUSCLES

5 I don't like much children

6 We live in Australia, I'm an Aussie Girl and PROUD!!!

7 I love spending time on dogster and making new pals!!

OK so here are the pals I'm tagging:

Isabella
Seamus
Hatie

Swim, swim, swim!

Yuck, swimming pools. They're so awful, so horrid, to scary to go in fur even the most divine food. BUT a couple of nights ago, mummy watched the dog whisperer (Ceaser Millan), and he cured a dog who hated thepool as much as me! And mum tried that tecnique, and it worked! Now, well, I love going fur a swim with mum!
Well, thats all fur now ;)

Wags and licks,
Lassie xoxoxox

Scrub-a-dub-dub!?

Oh great, its just that time of year, and that time of NIGHT. The time, where I've been fur a walk to the beach, and mum wants us to sleep in her room. That time, that I've just been to the beach, an hour or so ago, and I'm all sandy. That time, that it's too late and cold, just to get hosed with the hose. That time, where I have to have, A BATH!!! Oh great, just great. I really can't belive it. I HATE BATHS. I have to be sat in the bath, and shampooed, and the floor of the bath is all slippery and noisy. "I must escape!", I thought, until mum pulled out FOOD. Mmmm, liver treats..... I imediatly be good, as mum scrubs me all over. I'm not that satisfied... AT ALL!!! And to make things worse, mum thinks its a great time fur a PHOTO OPPURTUNITY. Well, as you can see in my photos, I'm still not satisfied, until I'm out of the bath! BOL! Well, that is all fur today ;)

Lassie xoxoxoxooxx

My leg's fine now

After going to the vet, we found out that I had a cut on my paw, which is now infected. I had a bandage on it (mums adding a photo). But last night I managed to pull the bandage off! YAY! But now I fully regret it. Cos I have to have cream put on it! And that stings it. Ialso have to have tablets, YUCK! I still get theoccasional limp, but I'm on the road to recovery now!

My leg hurts!

Ouch! For a few days, my paw/leg has been REALLY hurting. But now its got to the point that I wont put any weight on it. Mummy doesnt know whats wrong, and she's really worried. So this arvo I'm going to the vets. I hope I'm OK!

Water is fun!

Guess what? I discovered that hoses are fun! I'm usually terrified of thehose, but yesterday, I found out they're not scary at all! I was chasing the hose round, and it's just like chasing my ball, except I never get hot! Who knew hoses could be so fun?

WOW

Wow, a couple of days ago I got diary entry of the day!! What an honour! Thank you sooooo much!!

The beggining of my life.

Hi, my name is Lassie. I am a Bull Boxer with a little bit of pit bull terrier. Unfortunatley the breed selection didnt have Bull boxer, but it did have Pit Bull terrier. a Bull Boxer is a staffordshire bull terrier cross boxer, but looking almost the spti of me, and coming in any colour. They are not yet recignised (I dont think). Any way, my life started at my new home with me being 6 weeks (too young, I know, but the seller told my owners I was 8 weeks, until the vet sed I was only 6 weeks!). I arrived at my new home on the 25th of December 03. Then a couple of weeks later, it was a dark, stormy night. Mums mum came out to comfort Cherry and I, when she felt something slide over her foot. She thought it was thehose, but Cherry was gowling. So mums mum thought she'd pick me up and bring us inside when....... YELP!!! The thing had got hold of me! It was a snake. A four meter one too! As it coiled around me, I was yelping so high pittched, that it sounded like I was screaming! Mums mum quickly put Cherry inside, knowing that she'd probably bite the snake, and mums mum didnt know what type of snake it was. Mums mum tried getting the snake off. It was tightening around me, I could barely breathe at this point. Mums mum phoned a friend of ours who lives just down the road (dad was at his work 40 mins away). So Stan (the friend) rushed over. The snakes mouthwas over my head, just about to swallow me, when Stan arrived. He managed to get the snake off, and I was saved! I now have a stomach problem though, as I can't eat leftovers very often and the snake sqeezed my bladder, so I've got a peeing problem and have to take 2 doses of medicine a day for the rest of my life. But, I'm glad to be alive.