September 2nd 2009 6:27 pm
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A Different Kind of Holiday
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
'What are you doing?' I asked without fear,
'Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!'
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said 'Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night.'
'It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,'
Then he sighed, 'That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers.'
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.'
' So go back inside,' he said, 'harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right.'
'But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
'Give you money,' I asked, 'or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son.'
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
'Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.'
PLEASE, would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many
people as you can? The Holidays will be coming soon and some credit is due to our
U.S service men and women for our being able to celebrate these
festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people
stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.
LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN
30th Naval Construction Regiment
OIC, Logistics Cell One
Al Taqqadum, Iraq
June 29th 2009 2:02 am
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““Love for Our Children” by Erica Elliott
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Here is a story that might pull at your heart strings...
The man came home from work late again, tired and irritated, to find his 5 year old son with his puppy waiting for him at the door.
“Daddy, may I ask you a question?”
“Yeah, sure, what is it?” replied the man.
“Daddy, how much money do you make an hour?”
“That’s none of your business! What makes you ask such a thing?” the man asked angrily.
“I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?” pleaded the little boy.
“If you must know, I make $20.00 an hour.”
“Oh,” the little boy replied, head bowed. Looking up, he said, “Daddy, may I borrow $10.00
please?”
The father was furious. “If the only reason you wanted to know how much money I make is just so you can borrow some to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you’re being so selfish. I work long, hard hours everyday and don’t have time for such childish games.”
The little boy quietly went to his room followed by his little puppy and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even madder about the little boy’s questioning. How dare him ask such questions only to get some money? After an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think he may have been a little hard on his son. Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $10.00, and he really didn’t ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door. The pup sat up when the door came open.
“Are you asleep son?”
he asked.
“No Daddy, I’m awake,” replied the boy.
“I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier,” said the man. “It’s been a long day and I took my aggravation out on you. Here’s that $10.00 you asked for.”
The little boy sat straight up, beaming. “Oh, thank you Daddy!” he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow, he pulled out some more crumpled up bills. The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at the man.
“Why did you want more money if you already had some?” the father grumbled.
“Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,” the little boy replied. “Daddy, I have $20.00 now.
Can I buy an hour of your time, oh please daddy,please?”
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June 8th 2009 6:08 pm
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I Met a Young Woman...
"At the peak of my life...
when I was strident and self assured,
when I leaped with joy across golden fields,
when I held my head high like a soaring bird,
I met a young woman one evening at a Balboa Park Ballroom dance.
She was so gentle and so sweet, that a fire was lit in my heart...
I stood there watching her as if I were cast in a spell.
O how precious was that second when she told me her name...
in her deep, dark probing eyes I glimpsed a gentle flame.
With an angel's face and brown soothing eyes like an immortal child's, a radiant smile revealed her innocence and happiness...
She was the dream of my heart come true, whose beautiful smile awakened the slumbering Prince within me, whose laughter resounded like music in my soul.
She was pensive, untamable, gypsy-like, she was a mosaic of beauty, grace and magic...."
I asked for her hand to make her my bride she said yes.
May 30th 2009 12:22 pm
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In the early 1800's a man called John Gray, a gardener, arrived in Edinburgh with his wife and son looking for work. The weather was cold, however, and the ground was hard, so there were no gardening jobs available. He took what work he could find, and became a member of the Edinburgh Police Force – a Constable.
As a condition of his job, John Gray was required to have a dog. He bought a Skye Terrier and named him Bobby (Bobby was the nickname for Constables in the Police Force). Bobby became a beloved and loyal companion.
Unfortunately, after a few years as a policeman, John Gray became ill with tuberculosis, and died in February 1858. He was buried in old Greyfriars Kirkyard (Churchyard) in an unremarkable grave with no gravestone.
For the next fourteen years, Bobby sat and kept guard over his master's grave. He left the grave only for food, waiting patiently until the one o'clock gun was sounded, when he visited the cafe at 5/6 Greyfriar's Place which he used to frequent with his master. There the owners (who changed over the years) would feed him his dinner. The last owner to feed Bobby, John Traill, had a special dish made for him (engraved "Bobby's Dinner Dish"), which can be seen in the Museum of Edinburgh.
The gardener and keeper of Greyfriars, James Brown, tried often to remove Bobby from the Kirkyard, but finally gave up and provided a shelter instead, by placing sacking beneath two tablestones at the side of John Gray’s grave.
Bobby’s fame spread throughout Edinburgh. On a daily basis the crowds would gather at the entrance of the Kirkyard waiting for the one o'clock gun and a glimpse of Bobby leaving for his meal.
In 1867 a bye-law was passed that required dogs to be licensed or destroyed. Sir William Chambers (The Lord Provost of Edinburgh) paid Bobby's licence himself, and presented him with a collar with the brass inscription "Greyfriars Bobby from the Lord Provost 1867 licensed". This can also be seen at the Museum of Edinburgh.
The people of Edinburgh looked after the faithful Bobby while he watched over his master. Bobby died in 1872.
Greyfriars Bobby, Scotland's most famous dog, is not forgotton. Hearing the story, the President of the Ladies Committee of the RSPCA, Baroness Angelia Georgina Burdett-Coutts, asked the City Council for permission to erect a granite fountain with a statue of Bobby placed on top. A statue was commissioned and sculpted by William Brody and unveiled in November 1873 opposite the Kirkyard, on the corner of Candlemakers Row and King George IV Bridge.
Bobby's grave can be found in Greyfriars Kirkyard, about 75 yards from John Gray's grave. The headstone is engraved with these words: "Greyfriars Bobby – died 14th January 1872 – aged 16 years – "Let his loyalty and devotion be a lesson to us all".
May 27th 2009 3:35 pm
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What One Man Can Do
I suppose that there are those
Wholl say he had it easy
Had it made in fact
Before hed even begun
But they dont know the things I know
I was always with him
It may sound strange
We were more than friends
Its hard to tell the truth
When no one wants to listen
When no one really cares
Whats going on
And its hard to stand alone
When you need someone beside you
Your spirit and your faith
They must be strong
What one man can do is dream
What one man can do is love
What one man can do is change the world
And make it young again
Here you see what one man can do
As shaded as his eyes might be
Thats how bright his mind is
Thats how strong his love
For you and me
A friend to all the universe
Grandfather of the future
And everything I would like to be
What one man can do is dream
What one man can do is love
What one man can do is change the world
And make it young again
Here you see what one man can do
What one man can do is dream
What one man can do is love
What one man can do is change the world
And make it young again
Here you see what one man can do
by John Denver
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May 26th 2009 3:51 pm
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The Christmas Spirit
I enter the home of poverty,
causing pale-faced children to open their
eyes wide in pleased wonder.
I cause the miser's clutched hand to relax,
and thus paint a bright spot on his soul.
I cause the aged to renew their youth
and to laugh in the glad old way.
I keep romance alive in the heart of childhood,
and brighten sleep with dreams woven of magic.
I cause eager feet to climb dark stairways
with filled baskets, leaving behind hearts
amazed at the goodness of the world.
I cause the prodigal to pause a moment on his wild,
wasteful way, and send to anxious love some little token
that releases glad tears -
tears which wash away the hard lines of sorrow.
I enter dark prison cells,
reminding scarred manhood of what might have been,
and pointing forward to good days yet to come.
I come softly into the still, white home of pain,
and lips that are too weak to speak
just tremble in silent, eloquent gratitude.
In a thousand ways
I cause the weary world to look up into the face of God
and for a little moment
forget the things that are small and wretched.
I am the Christmas Spirit!
February 7th 2009 4:09 pm
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Yes Virginia..there is a Santa Claus
Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Claus
By Francis P. Church,
first published in The New York Sun in 1897.
[See The People’s Almanac, pp. 1358–9.]
We take pleasure in answering thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of The Sun:
Dear Editor—
I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, “If you see it in The Sun, it’s so.” Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?
Virginia O’Hanlon
Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies. You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Claus
By
Francis P. Church,
first published in The New York Sun in 1897.
[See The People’s Almanac, pp. 1358–9.]
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February 7th 2009 12:14 pm
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Imagine a month of sundays
Each one a cloudy day
Imagine the moment the sun came shining through
Imagine that ray of sunshine as you
Remember your darkest hour
With dawn still far away
Remember the way that you longed for mornings light
And think of yourself as a candle in the night
Make believe this is the first day
Everything all brand new
Make believe that the sun is your own lucky star
And then understand the kind of gift you are
The gift you are
Like the very first breath of spring
The gift you are
All the joy that love can bring
The gift you are
All of our dreams come true
The gift you are
The gift of you
You are the promise of all the ages
You are the prodigal son
You are the vision of prophets and sages
You are the only one
Dream of a bright tomorrow
Know that your dream will come true
Carry your dream in a sparkling crystal jar
Then you will know the kind of gift you are
The gift you are
Like the very first breath of spring
The gift you are
All the joy that love can bring
The gift you are
All of our dreams come true
The gift you are
The gift of you
The gift you are
Like the very first breath of springtime
The gift you are
All the joy that love can bring
The gift you are
All of our dreams come true - yes they do
The gift you are
The gift of you
The gift you are
The gift of you
By
John Denver
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January 27th 2009 12:49 pm
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I just love this Speech and I thought you might like to read it for yourself too. A great man who I respect, once had a vision and a dream and we are able to live his dream today in our lives. It goes like this:
" I have a dream .." - Martin Luther King
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice.
It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But 100 years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men - yes, black men as well as white men - would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check that has come back marked "insufficient funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and security of justice. We have also come to his hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end but a beginning. Those who hoped that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "for whites only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote.
No, no we are not satisfied and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today my friends - so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification - one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.
With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day, this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning "My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my father's died, land of the Pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring!"
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado. Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee. Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi - from every mountainside.
Let freedom ring. And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring - when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children - black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics - will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual: "Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
" I have a dream .." - Martin Luther King
January 27th 2009 1:03 am
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Listen children to a story that was written long ago
'Bout a kingdom on a mountain, and the valley folk below
On the mountain was a treasure buried deep beneath a stone
And the valley people swore they'd have it for their very own.
(Chorus:)
Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of heaven, justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing, come the judgment day
On the bloody morning after - one tin soldier rides away.
So the people of the valley sent a message up the hill
Asking for the buried treasure, tons of gold for which they'd kill
Came an answer from the kingdom: "With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain, all the riches buried there.
(Chorus:)
Now the valley cried with anger, mount your horses, draw your sword!
And they killed the mountain people, so they won their just reward
Now they stood beside the treasure on the mountain dark and red
Turned the stone and looked beneath it -
"Peace on Earth" was all it said.
(Chorus:)
Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of heaven, justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing, come the judgment day
On the bloody morning after - one tin soldier rides away.
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January 26th 2009 10:21 am
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A rare letter by an unnamed British soldier describing the Christmas Day truce with German forces in 1914 sold on Tuesday for around 40 times its estimate, and was bought by Irish singer Chris de Burgh. He contacted the press office at Bonhams auctioneers after paying 14,400 pounds for the manuscript against a presale estimate of between 300 and 400 pounds, explaining why he was so passionate about the subject.“He found the content extremely moving as it documented a very personal account of World War I and he believes it to be a great historical manuscript, charting the surreal events of December 25, 1914,” Bonhams said after the sale.
The pop star's great uncle Thomas de Burgh, was an officer killed in the Great War and his grandfather General Sir Eric de Burgh served in the trenches.
The five pencilled pages of an army-issue notebook addressed to “My dear Mater” and signed “Boy” is an uncensored account of life in the trenches.Felix Pryor, a manuscript expert who acted as consultant on the sale, said,“Letters aren’t rare in themselves. But I’ve been doing this since 1975 and I’ve never come across a letter like that describing the Christmas truce,” he told Reuters.
The author describes a poignant moment in his account of how German forces placed lights along their trenches before approaching the British lines to wish them Happy Christmas.
“This will be the most memorable Christmas I’ve ever spent or likely to spend: since about tea time yesterday I don’t think there’s been a shot fired on either side up to now,” he wrote in the letter dated December 25, 1914. “Some of our chaps went over to their lines. I think they’ve all come back bar one from ‘E’ Co. They no doubt kept him as a souvenir.”
During breaks, the soldiers on either side helped each other bury the dead, played football, enjoyed a traditional Christmas meal, chatted and smoked together.
“We can hardly believe that we’ve been firing at them for the last week or two - it all seems so strange,” the letter read.
The fate of the unnamed author is unknown but his letter reflects the dichotomy of being a soldier bound by certain values and an individual whose plain simplicity and desire to be himself sporadically finds expression in the battlefield.
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How many times do we ourselves find that we are fighting for unnecessary reasons? Or that what seemed so important to fight about to start with just is not so important any longer? Then it really is OK to reacess the situation and stop the fight...
Todays world is so full of anger and being offened so quickly, what the world needs now is Love, yes you are right.....What The World Needs Now Is Love Sweet Love!!! God Bless You and all the World.
January 8th 2009 2:57 pm
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1/8/09 at 3:11 pm St. Nickolas SD
Nickolas met Spy shortly after me and Wendy joined and it was bestest buds at that moment. I believe Wendy was that sort of Soul from heaven. She was here to bring us together and just like hers and our furbabies they all give us that unconditional Love. ***tears flowing***Something I am working on myself!!! Wendy had a way with that, she liked to see us all get along.
Her laugh was so contagious and you just felt like a kid with a kite giggling all hours of the night, with a flashlight underthe covers. She would slow things down and make sure to spend time with you. There’s no rush, I have no where to go……but I guess she did. God Bless you my bestest furend. I love you and miss you.
Wendy was I think in every group and the best and most helpful Admin I have ever had. I could always count on her. I prayer for her soul and her family
***tears flowing*** I say my last goodbye however I will remember all your “Spyisums” to get me through.
God Bless you my love.
1/8/09 at 3:13 pm St. Nickolas SD
woof~ woof~ woof
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January 6th 2009 5:07 pm
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1/6/09 at 6:00 pm Nickolas
Resolutions 2009 For Nickolas~List
1. Renew my Licence on time :- )
2. Get on board with mommie being the Pack Leader!!!
3. Eat the food I am given and not beg for mom’s!
4. Get in my collar the first time I’m told not the 7th.
5. Watch the Dog Whisperer everyday with mommie!
~ Happy New Year 2009
December 22nd 2008 1:14 am
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My First Winter Wonder Land Over My HEAD!!!!!
We now have a blizzard I, Frankie, Tanuki and my mommy are snowed in. This is Western Washington State a place that hardly ever gets snow we get RAIN we are at the sea level!!!
Whats going on here. I should not be snowed in with 10 inches of snow and it has not stopped snowing yet!!!! OH MY GOSH....mommy I can't see out off this stuff! Take me back into the house now please!!! I do NOT want my photo taken for Dogster I DON"T CARE, mom I am COLD!!!
It is below 0 degrees out here the weatherman wasn't he saying that it was not fit for humans? Well then Take us in the house mother please !!!
IT''s COLD OUT HERE!!!
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December 7th 2008 12:25 am
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11/27/08 at 3:41 am Nickolas
Tag Team Artists
I have a beautiful Thanksgiving setting all prepared and everyone sat around and ate until they were finished for sure. Not wanting to stop the great conversations everybody decided to have coffee and pumpkin pie in the living room. Some after dinner drinks, well there happened to be a great game on that day .
I should say two great games on that day! While we were settling in for four lenghty quarters of a Pac-10 killer of a game, haha two very smart Chihuahua’s were already half way through their plans. First they new we needed to be well pleased that we would not be getting into anything. So every once in a while we would go sit on the floor next to mom she would just smile and say, ‘No.”
Now the feast, it was all before us! Frankie was able to jump up on the pulled out chair which was an open pass to the table. What laid out before him …well he said waaahooooo. Mom yelled be quiet. those two little dickens started …..Frankie would grab some of the turkey eat a few bites then drop a big piece down to Nickolas they worked on that table all through the game!
They ate the potaoes, turkey, veggies, rolls, cranberries, dressing why they even started on the fruit salad. I came out to the kitchen to get some pumpkin pie and caught a look at them I called everyone else over we watched as they licked every plate clean. Frankie was almost able to drink up some left over wine . Most of all he love drinking the coffee. Nickolas had plenty to drink as lots were spilled but licked up.
They spied us out of the corner of there eyes and tails started wagging. Well we have a bit to clean up my son tells me not any more we don’t !!! Laughter fills the kitchen the kids take the dogs out for a long walk. Well it was late evening was drawing to a close everyone was getting ready to settle in for bed.
I went to get my jamies on when what to my surprise THE TURKEY CARCASS is buried under my covers and pillows!!!!!!!! YUK!!!!
Well everyone erupted into absolute histerical laughter at the sight of the remains of the turkey being saved in my bed!
You just gotta laugh at to smart little Chihuahua’s who can work rogether for a great Thanks Giving Feast some for now and later!
Cheers!!
We WON a prize for this
November 29th 2008 12:16 pm
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Thank you.........
Well the Good Lord works in mysteriously ways because a very nice pup or kitten transferred a whole bunch of zealies to my account anonymously. Me saying thank you seems so insignificate to what they have done for me, know they are greatly appreciated! (***tears rolling down my face***)Thank you with a heart filled with love. Nickolas
November 25th 2008 8:33 pm
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JUST A DOG...
From time to time, people tell me, "lighten up, it's just a dog," or, "that's a lot of money for just a dog."
They don't understand the distance traveled, the time spent, or the costs involved for "just a dog."
Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog."
Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog," but I did not once feel slighted.
Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by "just a dog," and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of "just a dog" gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day.
If you, too, think it's "just a dog," then you will probably understand phrases like "just a friend," "just a sunrise," or "just a promise."
"Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust, and pure unbridled joy.
"Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience that make me a better person.
Because of "just a dog", I will rise early, take long walks and look longingly to the future.
So for me and folks like me, it's not "just a dog" but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment.
"Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day.
I hope that someday they can understand that it's not "just a dog", but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being "just a man or woman."
So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog"
just smile... because they "just don't understand."
by Richard Biby
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October 10th 2008 12:21 pm
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I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after he had just finished a rough first day on the job, a flat tire made him lose an hour of work & his electric drill quit, his ancient one ton truck refused to start. As I drove him home, he sat in stony silence.
On arriving he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands. Upon opening the door he had undergone an amazing transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.
Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do at the little tree.
"Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied. "I know I can't help having troubles on the job, but one thing's for sure, those troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and the children. So I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home and ask God to take care of them. Then in the morning I pick them up again." Funny thing is," he smiled, "when I come out in the morning to pick them up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."
Author Unknown
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October 5th 2008 9:25 pm
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OCTOBER
October 1 … World Vegetarian Day and Magic Circles Day
October 2 … Name Your Car Day
October 3 … Virus Appreciation Day
October 4 … National Golf Day
October 5 … National Storytelling Festival
October 6 … German-American Day and Come and Take It Day
October 7 … National Frappe Day
October 8 … American Tag Day
October 9 … Moldy Cheese Day
October 10 … National Angel Food Cake Day
October 11 … It's My Party Day
October 12 … International Moment Of Frustration Scream Day
October 13 … National Peanut Festival
October 14 … Be Bald and Free Day and National Dessert Day
October 15 … White Cane Safety Day
October 16 … Dictionary Day
October 17 … Gaudy Day
October 18 … No Beard Day
October 19 … Evaluate Your Life Day
October 20 … National Brandied Fruit Day
October 21 … Babbling Day
October 22 … National Nut Day
October 23 … National Mole Day
October 24 … National Bologna Day
October 25 … Punk For A Day Day
October 26 … Mule Day
October 27 … Sylvia Plath Day
October 28 … Plush Animal Lover's Day and National Chocolate Day More Info On Chocolate
October 29 … Hermit Day
October 30 … National Candy Corn Day
October 31 … National Magic Day and Increase Your Pyschic Powers Day
Well now we have many things to celebrate, who thinks up these??
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September 29th 2008 1:11 pm
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~~~A Letter to my dear son Vip,
Words are most often hard to come by, so I thought this poem just might say it right to the point. BEST of all who I am, what is in my heart, mind and spirit. This old world can be rough on us and we never know what storm could come our way. We must build our inner core of integrity to be pure, true and solid. Bendable so we don't breakdown, our foundations need to be strong and sturdy and we start right at that time God created us in the womb of our mothers.
We make many choices, every day is filled with them. Some need careful consideration..........I am always here for you.
Much Love,
Daddy
IF
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
~~~by
~~~Rudyard Kipling
August 29th 2008 11:52 am
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The Top 10 Health Benefits of Kissing...Have been documented in medical studies offering amazing advantages for a long and healthy life. We need to start listening to our doctors more on this subject!!!
1. Those who kiss their partner goodbye each morning live five years longer than those who don’t.
2. Kissing is great for self-esteem. It makes you feel appreciated and helps your state of mind.
3. Kissing burns calories, 2-3 calories a minute and can double your metabolic rate. Research claims that three passionate kisses a day (at least lasting 20 seconds each) will cause you to loose an entire extra pound! It's time to start that kissing diet!
4. Kissing is a known stress-reliever. Passionate kissing relieves tension, reduces negative energy and produces a sense of well being, lowering your cortisol ‘stress’ hormone.
5. Kissing uses 30 facial muscles and it helps keep the facial muscles tight, preventing baggy cheeks! The tension in the muscles caused by a passionate kiss helps smooth the skin and increases the circulation.
6. Kissing is good for the heart, as it creates an adrenaline which causes your heart to pump more blood around your body. Frequent kissing has scientifically been proven to stabilize cardiovascular activity, decrease blood pressure and cholesterol.
7. Those who kiss quite frequently are less likely to suffer from stomach, bladder and blood infections.
8. During a kiss, natural antibiotics are secreted in the saliva. Also, the saliva contains a type of anesthetic that helps relieve pain.
9. Kissing reduces anxiety and stops the 'noise' in your mind. It increases the levels of oxytocin, an extremely calming hormone that produces a feeling of peace. (another reason for getting married)
10. The endorphins produced by kissing are 200 times more powerful than morphine!!! (next time your wife says she has a headache guys, you are not doing enough KISSIN', help her out!!!, take care of the little gal).
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August 19th 2008 11:10 pm
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13 American Kennel Club: Canine Good Citizen
The AKC sponsors this test. The CGC is not a title, but a certificate.
However, many people add the initials CGC after the dog's name anyway.
Note that ALL dogs, not just AKC registered ones, are eligible to take
this test!
"The purpose of the Canine Good Citizen Test is to demonstrate that
the dog , as a companion of man, can be a respected member of the
community, and can be trained and conditioned always to behave in
the home, in public places, and in the presence of other dogs, in a
manner that will reflect credit on the dog. The Canine Good Citizen
Test is not a competitive program, but rather a program of
certification; it seeks to identify and recognize officially those
dogs that possess the attributes that enable them to serve
effectively as personal companions and as members in good standing
with the community."
The tests include:
* Accepting a Friendly Stranger
* Sitting Politely for Petting
* Appearance and Grooming
* Out for a Walk (Walking on a Loose Lead)
* Walking Through a Crowd
* Sit and Down on Command/Staying in Place
* Praise/Interaction
* Reaction to Another Dog
* Reaction to Distractions
* Supervised Isolation
Currently,
1. AKC plans to expand and promote the test more.
2. They do have colors for qualifying ribbons: turquoise and gold
(but I have never seen these awarded: it's pretty much up to the
club giving the test what they give out)
3. AKC is thinking about dog tags and/or wallet cards for qualifying.
4. AKC is going to advocate that dogs that have proven to be under
control be allowed on leash in parks that don't allow dogs.
5. They are going to ask clubs to lobby their states to have the test
recognized as a sign of a responsible owner.
June 30th 2008 11:44 pm
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By Red Skelton:
I - - Me; an individual; a committee of one.
Pledge - - Dedicate all of my worldly goods to give without self-pity.
Allegiance - - My love and my devotion.
To the Flag - - Our standard; Old Glory ; a symbol of Freedom; wherever she waves there is respect, because your loyalty has given her a dignity that shouts, Freedom is everybody's job.
United - - That means that we have all come together.
States - - Individual communities that have united into forty-eight great states. Forty-eight individual communities with pride and dignity and purpose. All divided with imaginary boundaries, yet united to a common purpose, and that is love for country.
And to the Republic - - Republic--a state in which sovereign power is invested in representatives chosen by the people to govern. And government is the people; and it's from the people to the leaders, not from the leaders to the people.
For which it stands One Nation - - One Nation--meaning, so blessed by God.
Indivisible - - Incapable of being divided.
With Liberty - - Which is Freedom; the right of power to live one's own life, without threats, fear, or some sort of retaliation.
And Justice - - The principle, or qualities, of dealing fairly with others.
For All - - For All--which means, boys and girls, it's as much your country as it is mine.
And now, boys and girls, let me hear you recite the Pledge of Allegiance:
I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic, for which it stands; one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
Since I was a small boy, two states have been added to our country, and two words have been added to the Pledge of Allegiance: Under God. Wouldn't it be a pity if someone said that is a prayer, and that would be eliminated from schools, too?
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May 26th 2008 9:25 pm
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Well so far all are happy stories with Memorial Day I think the only two things I am afraid of for sure is............
the 4th of July.........cause mom got hurt in a severe accident...............
and Family Weddings were they make you stay in a barn........cause now I got severely hurt
When we went to my Mom's Oldest son Christopher's wedding on April 26th we, Nickolas, Frankie and Tanukie, all were forced to stay out in the BARN.......Yeah we said that to ourselves to "The Barn" "what the $%#$ is going on??? We're not animals!!! We just all had baths and manicures oh momma was mad about this treatment of us. She spent 40 bucks a piece on each of us just so we were all beautiful for the wedding and the would not allow us to come in. Momma was heart broken because we are always with her we were so pretty she made us look wonderful and we were on our best behavior like always. No one saw us no one even said hi to us. Now that is mean or just plain stuck up. I know it's humans who we never met before but come on that's still not anyway to treat us and momma. What do you think.?
My new little sister Tanuki well.... she has a really bad temper (not because she is mean, but because humans have abused her in her past) because she thought that momma was dumping her and leaving her again, like all the other humans did to her. Well she started to growl and fight cause she got so scared and hence she accidentally pushed me off the hay stack onto the cold hard cement floor, then snap my leg broke...... and well it was the middle of the night and no one heard me. I was all alone out there suffering. Poor momma when she came out in the morning and saw my condition she nearly died ....I broke my left BACK LEG at the hip and down just a bit on the thigh bone and my third toe also.
OK here I guess we need to explain the "hay stack", we had either the cold hard cement floor or a bail of hay to sit on in the barn that was it. OK I know for you dogs who spend your time out doors its grand and if you are use to being out in 35 degree nights thats probably fine too. WE are CHIHUAHUA'S who sleep in bed with our mom. We have never slept outside ever!!!
This is frighten as %&$#% I am still in shock. Momma came out and loaded us into the car and turned the heat on and stayed for the night on the first night. She was so sweet to do that with us. We love her and it was rather fun really..... but her son found out and he got weird about it. Humans are strange they all want to control the other one, don't they. Momma was not happy and we knew she had a broken heart about a lot of things. She was all by herself and we are pretty small dogs. Hardy harhar mom came out the last two nights again I don't think she got much sleep but we all stayed warm and safe.
So this is where our night of pain happened we were goofing around playing king of the bail of hay some thing like that actually our bodies were warmer on the hay rather than the floor but we also were sitting close together trying to keep warm and well grouching happened and pushing started snapping turtles appeared out of nowhere it all was a blur the next thing I know my toes are so painful and I cannot pee straight anymore I got my foot wet, snap my mind says I need momma.................O U C H the night was long and c o l d.
Morning came I was so happy to see momma I tried to limped to her but the pain was to much, thats when the tears started flowing and the whimpering started.
Well long story short I will be laid up all summer, crutches with pins and such, but I am with my momma and we are finally back here on Dogster. It's just been hard on momma and she didn't wanna tell anyone because she feels so ashamed and guilty that she didn't do something to get us out of there. I want to tell everybody because it hurt really, really a LOT and I would like some sympathy maybe a little....maybe a LOT and a corner for my little sis maybe, mom? huh? Oh heck Tanuki didn't mean to do anything wrong. It was all just an accident.
I have to go into the doc this week again.
Well on to summer I guess no swimming for me.
May 26th 2008 9:22 pm
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When we went to my mom's son wedding on April 26th we all had to stay in the BARN and my new little sister well she has a really bad temper cause she thought that mom was dumping her and leaveing her again like all the other humans did to her and well she likes to growl and fight cause she is scared and hence she pushed me off the hay stack onto the cold hard cement floor and well it was the middle of the night and no one heard me so I was all alone out there suffering. Poor momma came out in the morning nearly died when she saw me....I broke my left BACK LEG at the hip and down just a bit on the thigh bone and my third toe also.
February 10th 2008 11:16 pm
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Kisses All Around It's Valentine Tag
I've been sent a rosette by my pal Buster. Here's another version of Dogster Tag
I need to list 5 wishes for Valentine's Day and then list (tag) 5 pals who I want to join in the fun. I'll invite them by pmail or by sending them a rosette. I hope they will write their own wishes and tag 5 of their pals! Some dogs are very busy and it's just for fun, but I hope they'll join in.
Here are my wishes for Valentine's Day:
1. My first wish: That eating snacks would NOT cause weight gain, for anyone!!!
2. My second wish: NO one would fight anywhere in the world ever again!!!
3. My third wish: Where ever you wanted to travel to all you had to do is think!
4. My fourth wish: No more sickness anywhere in the world for anyone!!!
5. My fifth wish: For all homeless to get forever homes of total LOVE!!!
H A P P Y V A L E N T I N E ' S D A Y
My special Tags will be some new players who might not have played Tag before.
OK, now I am going to TAG-
Molly
Millie
Nickolas
Sir Snickers Alot
Zak
December 31st 2007 11:05 pm
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***
The Old Year
by John Clare
The Old Year's gone away
To nothingness and night:
We cannot find him all the day
Nor hear him in the night:
He left no footstep, mark or place
In either shade or sun:
The last year he'd a neighbour's face,
In this he's known by none.
All nothing everywhere:
Mists we on mornings see
Have more of substance when they're here
And more of form than he.
He was a friend by every fire,
In every cot and hall--
A guest to every heart's desire,
And now he's nought at all.
Old papers thrown away,
Old garments cast aside,
The talk of yesterday,
Are things identified;
But time once torn away
No voices can recall:
The eve of New Year's Day
Left the Old Year lost to all.
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December 19th 2007 11:55 am
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HOLIDAY EATING TIPS
1. Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the Christmas spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they're serving home-made fudge with pecans.
2. Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly. It's rare. You can't find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It's not as if you're going to turn into an eggnog-alcoholic or something. It's a treat. Enjoy it. Have one for me. Have two. It's later than you think. It's Christmas!
3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That's the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.
4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're made with skim milk or whole milk. If it's skim, pass. Why bother? It's like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.
5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Christmas party is to eat other people's food for free. Lots of it. Hello?
6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year's. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do.
This is the time for long naps, which you'll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog.
7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don't budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They're like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them behind, you're never going to see them again.
8. Same for pies. Apple. Pumpkin. Pecan. Have a slice of each. Or if you don't like one, have two slices of another. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert? Labor Day?
9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards.
10. One final tip: If you don't feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven't been paying attention. Re-read tips; start over, but hurry, January is just around the corner.
Remember this motto to live by:
"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming, "WOO HOO, what a ride!"
Have a great holiday season. Merry Christmas
December 15th 2007 10:08 pm
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Twas the Night before Christmas Poem
Make it Snow !
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
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,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
****Clement Clarke Moore (1779 - 1863) wrote the poem Twas the night before Christmas also called “A Visit from St. Nicholas" in 1822.
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December 1st 2007 4:34 am
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Good St. Nicholas, we honor you
on this your holy feast day. (December 6th)
We rejoice that you are the patron saint
and the holy symbol of joy
for many peoples of many lands.
Come, great-hearted saint,
and be our patron and companion
as we, once again, prepare our homes and hearts
for the great feast of Christmas,
the birth of the Eternal Blessing, Jesus Christ.
May these sweets, these candy canes,
be a sign of Advent joy for us.
May these candy canes,
shaped just like your Bishop's staff,
be for us a sign of your benevolent care.
We rejoice that you are the holy bringer of gifts
and that so many have been delighted
through your great generosity.
Help us to be as generous of heart.
Wherever these candy canes are hung,
on tree or wall or door,
may they carry with them
the bright blessing of God.
May all who shall taste them
experience the joy of God
upon their tongues and in their hearts.
We ask God, now, to bless
these your brightly striped sweets
in the name of the Father,
and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
by Edward Hays
November 27th 2007 9:06 pm
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Things I can never know about Roxie
By Francis Battista
Sometimes, usually in the evening, Roxie lies on the dog couch in our kitchen with the sad look of a dog who is waiting for the center of her world to return. You know the look. It is during these brief interludes that Roxie tells me a story with her eyes and her body language of a terrible thing that happened to her. If I didn't know the facts of her case, I could probably fill them in with a high degree of accuracy.
Roxie was found sitting by the side of the road in the Angeles National Forest north of Los Angeles. The area is as infamous for dumping bodies as it is for dumping dogs. She was flanked by two cardboard boxes each containing four puppies. Her slightly skewed gait suggested a hip injury. X-rays revealed a fracture in the head of her thigh bone, the ball part of her hip's ball and socket joint.
The woman who found Roxie, a working mother and dog groomer, found good homes for the puppies without difficulty, but finding a place for Roxie proved too much. The big girl had some issues to contend with: She was a submissive wetter and suffered from gale force level separation anxiety, on top of being a not-at-all-trained large dog. But the nice woman and Roxie lucked out, and she got a much-coveted pass to Best Friends.
It was arranged that I would bring her back to the sanctuary, but several days of foul weather forced us to bed down for a few nights in Los Angeles.
It was obvious that Roxie was desperate for a person, and it didn't take much more than a few nights of her sleeping on my head and a few bowls of kibble to convince her that I was that person. I was pretty taken with her, as well.
So Roxie wound up sharing a house with me, my wife Silva, and 15 other dogs. True to her advance billing, she tore the place up whenever we left her alone. She had a few other bonus tricks, too: like, whenever I would go out the front door, for however short a time, Roxie would jump up on the dining table to keep an eye on me. If scolded for being on the table, she would pee on the spot! Crate training and patience seem to have addressed most of her problems. Although she still jumps up on the table, she no longer pees when told to get down. We are grateful for all progress.
Roxie is quiet and undemanding and she is devoted in that single-minded way that characterizes German shepherds. She has a great time here and has recently adopted a young mini-Border collie named Jimmy as a sort of puppy surrogate. The two play together for hours on end. (She's even taught him how to jump onto the dining table!) But there is that sadness deep inside her that I will never be able to cure. Perhaps time will.
All the dogs in our home can tell some version of Roxie's story. They all had first families and people to whom they were devoted in the way that only a dog can be. Their universe and their sense of dogness revolved around their place in a household where, for one reason or another, their person decided to breach the social contract between human and dog. They were abandoned.
Roxie, who tends to wear her heart on her paw, provides a window into the emotions that all dogs who have been rejected must feel. I wouldn't try to classify them in human terms. I can only observe that, as deeply devoted and attached as she is to me, her heart once unequivocally belonged to the family that took her from puppyhood through to the awful decision to dump her in the woods with her babies.
And even though they never trained her as a puppy and then got mad at her for what she didn't know; even though they never had her spayed and then abandoned her when she had pups; even though they took her into their home (she certainly knew what a bed is for!) and probably let her sleep with the kids and then left her to live or die by the side of a highway; even through all that and more, Roxie still waits for them in the quiet of the evening.
The simple truth is that a creature like Roxie could never in a million years begin to understand such betrayal, because it isn't in her.
It isn't in any of them.
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November 23rd 2007 12:33 am
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Nickolas & Frankie I love you
This is so true as I have one of those "INVISIBLE DISABILITIES" I have a traumatic brain injury and seizure disorder complicated by an extremely over powering stimulation overload that happens without warning plus many others I do not wish to mention. However, I LOOK perfectly normal if you saw me. when I park in a handicap spot people have come up to me and down right accosted me so due to that I now have my cane.
Funny how people are so judgmental towards us!!
Now my Service Dog that also because he is not a German Shepard or Golden Retriever! People have very NARROW MINDS!!
Nickolas is a Chihuahua he detects my seizures!!!!! I desperately need him everywhere I am
If people will not let go of judgmental THINKING it is OUR FAULT!! We deposited the thinking there and we have not been STRONG LEADERS in our own field. We are a wishy washy bunch of hens! who have let wayward renegade legislation spiral out of control for years!!!! No one is really in control its just a "NICEY" organization that gets a BONE now and again but nothing really STRONG to HELP one of the biggest growing population in the US HISTORY!
Look around at the brutality and still we cannot decide what to do here with getting our best friends to help us! What Narrow minds are stalling things and not thinking outside the BOX There are SO MANY TO SAVE & HELP can we get to agreeing on SOMETHING
PLEASE. AND GET ON WITH THINGS.
Yes be careful but most folks are honest. and some of us on little disability have been beat up and fallen through the cracks and yes we stink and we don't look so stylin' please do not put us down. we love our dogs just like you ok and we love being here on Dogster ok so please be nice it hurts or brokenness already we are struggling just to feed our doggie and then ourselves.
God bless all kid hearted people who give and do not judge if we are a bad person , or lying about it..... just help its so hard to ASK
everyone says after they read in the paper when they found him dead........I never knew....why didn't he ever ASK???????
NICKOLAS & FRANKIE
very proud our mommy keeps on keepin' on
and keeping us
we love her for that!!!
Happy Thanksgiving
November 15th 2007 9:20 pm
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Scar We are Thankful you are Back
I am so Thankful I've been tagged , It's a real fun game. First of all name 7 things that your Thankful for, then name 7 friends and send them a note or a rosette telling them they have been tagged. Oh me oh my who should I Pick?
1. I'm Thankful for my furfriends on Dogster & Catster
2. I'm Thankful for my furever family.
3. I'm Thankful for my mommy who lets me sleep in her warm cozy bed at night.
4. I'm Thankful for having a Furtastic home.
5. I'm Thankful for being able to detect my mommies seizures and give her help.
6. I'm Thankful for doggie treats and chicken.
7. I'm Thankful that God made me for my mommy to love and my brother.
Here are my Fur friends that I am Thanksgiving Tagging today:
1.♥Mr- Bubble- Head♥http://www.dogster.com/dogs/493358
2. Shorty http://www.dogster.com/dogs/448118
3. The 3 Little Chi's ♥http://www.dogster.com/dogs/605623
4. Simon Pieman http://www.dogster.com/dogs/571685
5. skylar http://www.dogster.com/dogs/610021
6. Holly Bug http://www.dogster.com/dogs/535702
7. ♥Cali♥ http://www.dogster.com/dogs/532059
HAPPY THANKSGIVING
November 5th 2007 6:11 pm
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Oh I have this fantastic chicken breast recipe you will love....
and so simple......you just put some olive oil in your pan make sure your pan can also go in the oven,
1. Put the chicken breast in and brown them on both sides. really brown em good.
2. Chop half cup onion put in pan to caramelized along with chicken
3. Season with kosher salt and pepper
4. Add 3/4 cup wine what ever you have (add water if needed)
5. Put in oven on 375 degree to cook for 20-35 minutes depending how thick your
chicken breast are.
6. Remove from oven when done (no red or pink juice comes out)
7. Corn starch with water make a slurry add to wine brought to a boil this will become your sauce for over your chicken breast. Cook for about a minute or two.
8. Have baked potato, rice, or whatever else you wish with it......enjoy.
oh yes have a glass of wine with that also.
***Now this is really for mommy but we love it also but the onions. forget them.
I love to cook how about you!!!!!
November 1st 2007 3:21 am
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1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any kind of separation will be very painful to me.
2. Give me time to understand exactly what you want of me.
3. Place your trust in me - it is crucial for my well being.
4. Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as a punishment. You have friends and lots of entertainment and I only have you.
5. Talk to me. I may not totally understand all your words but I do understand your voice.
6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget.
7. Before you hit me, remember that I have teeth that could easily crush the bones in your hand ~ but I choose not to bite.
8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, please ask yourself if something might be bothering me. I may not feel well, may not be getting enough food to eat, I have been out in the sun too long or my heart is just getting weak and old.
9. Take care of me when I get old and I will take care of you too.
10. Go with me on my most difficult journeys. Never say "I can't bear to watch" or "let it happen in my absence." Everything is easier for me when you are there.
Remember that I love you more than anyone on this planet ~
November 1st 2007 2:51 am
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I found her, but I knew that if she had gotten into the woods the "cross" that she dragged behind her would have wrapped around a tree until starvation or thirst killed her. The local populace is usually deaf to the sound or blind to the sight of an animal in need, unless they decide to shoot one for trespassing.
That her ribs showed, that her ears were filthy, that her overall condition was poor and that her coat and eyes were dull, were good indications that you didn't deserve her. But just to make sure, I checked with the local authorities for a report of a missing (unlicensed) dog matching her description and to see if you'd placed a "lost dog" advertisement in the local newspaper. You hadn't, which I can only surmise means that you do not miss her. That's rather convenient, because the fact that she is not spayed, probably unvaccinated, and possibly heart-worm positive means that restoring her health could cost me around a thousand dollars.
Perhaps it may be some small comfort to know that she doesn't miss you.
In fact, her very act of escape made it clear that she'd had enough of your brand of pet guardianship. It took her about a day to realize that I'm not you, that I won't hurt her, that despite our brief acquaintanceship, I love her. It took two days for her to realize that the other animals who live here accept her and that one of the joys she has been missing has been the companionship of other dogs. It took three days for her to appreciate the ecstasy of a home cooked meal and that a couch is meant to be reclined on, and that she no longer has to sleep outside - in fact, when the thunder starts, she'll get a hug and her ears rubbed, and I'll make a fool of myself with baby talk.
She has a beautiful name now. Already in the first week she has come to look more like she should. Her eyes sparkle and she has learned to wag her tail in greeting. She has stopped flinching when I make a sudden movement, because she knows now that I won't beat her, in fact, she rarely leaves my side. She's even become brave enough to bark at a cat and today I watched from the window as she initiated play with the other dogs. No, it's clear she does not miss you or her former life of neglect on a chain.
Of all the things that have become apparent from my brief relationship with her - such as the forgiving nature of the dog, their wonderful ability to heal and to trust, the fact that love can work miracles - one of the most apparent is what a fool you are. She was possibly the most trusting, loyal and loving being in your life, and you consigned her to a life of filth and loneliness until she made the best choice she's ever made when she broke free. Perhaps her guardian angel helped her escape.
Lest anyone should mistake me for an angel, I will admit that one day I hope to be as good as she; I believe she forgave you within the first twenty-four hours of her new life for the about four years of her previous "life," while I still wrestle with the part of me that hopes that one day may God have mercy on your soul.
It's not clear yet whether she'll remain here or whether I'll find her a loving home where she can count on more individual attention than I can give her, but one thing is certain, this is one bit of stolen "property" who is never returning to you. So sue me, prosecute me, plead with the courts that she is rightfully yours...I'm convinced this is the best "crime" I've ever committed. Hardly anything has pleased me more than the day I stole your dog. I need only look into her beautiful brown eyes to know that she'd defend my decision with her life. If we have one prayer, it is that you will not replace her, and if we have one special day to commemorate together, it is the day I stole your dog and the day she stole my heart.
May God have mercy on you.
October 10th 2007 3:36 pm
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GOOD GRIEF CAUGHT AGAIN
I was tagged by one of my new friends BELLA who sweetly chose me as one of her picks for this Dogster game!!!
Here are the rules of this Dogster game of TAG in case you have never gotten a chance to play. When you are tagged you post 7 random facts about yourself , and the rules to your DIARY. Then you pick 7 furs, they can be dogs or cats to tag and tell them, here's the tricky part, if you have some rosette's left, that is a sweet way but you can just use a simple p-mail too which will do fine, but you must let them know that they have been tagged. Post their names in your DIARY.
Here are 7 random facts about myself:
1. I hate riding in the car unless I can sit on mommy's shoulders.
2. I will share your steamed broccoli and any other food you are eating.
3. I want to catch that possum who climbs our tree at night.
4. I do not like to have my toe nails clipped no matter what anyone tells me.
5. I hear the thunder better than you MOM, you do not need to open the door.
6. I love the sunshine it is so warm.
7. I love cookies.
The friends I am tagging:
1. PEEK A BOO
2. ♥ Foxy ♥
3. cricket
4. P I T A ~ CGC Award
5. Kaley
7. Georgie
This is such a cool Dogster Game, it sure does help one get to know their neighbor a little bit more. Hope the friends that I have choosen have a great day!
October 4th 2007 2:41 pm
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Lessons We Need To Apply To Life
"Well, dogs already know how to do
that, so they don't have to stay as long."
Live simply.
Love generously.
Care deeply.
Speak kindly.
Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would
learn things like:
When loved ones come home, always run to greet
them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a
joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind
in your face to be pure ecstasy.
Take naps.
Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the
grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a
shady tree.
When you're happy, dance around and wag your
entire body.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you
have had enough.
Be loyal. Never pretend to be something you're
not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find
it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit
close by and nuzzle them
gently.
Be always grateful for each new day.
Author unknown
September 14th 2007 8:10 am
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"Our Deepest Fear"
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” author Maryanne Williamson
September 2nd 2007 2:52 pm
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Post this VERY LOW on the refrigerator door - four footed nose height!
Dear Dogs and Cats:
The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run. "OUCH"!!!
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. (even though this is something you do consistently) I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm. snark snark
For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, and try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years: canine or feline attendance is not required.
The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough!!!
To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:
To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain About Our Pets:
1 They live here. You don't.
2. If you don' t want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture.
(That's why they call it "fur"nature.)
3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
4. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.
Remember: Here are the Top Ten Ways dogs and cats are better than kids because they:
1. Eat less..........
2. Don't ask for money all the time..........
3. Are easier to train..........
4. Normally come when called..........
5. Never ask to drive the car..........
6. Don't hang out with drug-using friends..........
7. Don't smoke or drink..........
8. Don't have to buy the latest fashions..........
9. Don't want to wear your clothes..........
10. Don't need a "gazillion" dollars for college.
And finally, the number One reason Dogs and Cats are better than kids because:
If they get pregnant, you can sell their children.
What do you mean that's eleven, I can count. Look you are just a Cat remember, oh now the dogs are chime in too, hey, who's BOSS around here anyway, HEY you can't do that to me, WAIT, WAIT , No I won't go with you. Now stop this silly nonsense. I'm the BOSS!, I'm the MASTER!, hey!, your just the pets, stop! I say, stop!..........................
This story will continue indeed........
August 31st 2007 1:05 pm
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"I'm following today's funster Bailey, and telling how I got ONE of my nicknames." Nickolas The Pickolas
Well I love McDonalds hamburgers doesn't every dog, hmmm, anyway....my mommy and her kids brought some home and put it on the coffee table. Oh smells soooo good. Licking my lips. oh drooling now. Jon says we gotta go back to the store we forgot to get the coke a cola and he has to have it because its not the same with milk. I like it with milk don't you!!!
Oh OH OH It was to hard to resist anyway I did my best not to look in the bag but I just had to look. I got those pesky napkins out of the way I set them on the table. OH THE BURGERS WERE SO DELIGHTFUL could not help myself...... they were so delicious, an absolute delight to eat. Every morsel was wonderful. I was almost done when the door open and what to my wandering eyes did appear.............JON..............Oh he had his coke a cola now and he was
YELLING OH WAS HE YELLING!!!!!!
Mommy was laughing, because there had been six hamburgers in the bag, those each have PICKLES, well I had real neatly and tidly licked them clean and put them all in a pile together! Mommy was laughing at me for being so extremely quick at eating and being so tidy with my PICKLES!!!!! I had stacked them in my bed too as if to save them for like when?????
So that is when and the why and the how I got
Nickolas the Pickolas!!!!!!
August 21st 2007 1:39 pm
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Christmas is Nearly Hear
:D My favorite things about Christmas has always been that I am named after St Nickolas!!! I was given as a Christmas Gift to my mommy, so she would not be lonely and sad. I was just eight weeks old and was wee-wee pad trained already. My mommy and I have both been happiness and joy to each other, thats why we celebrate Christmas as my Woofday! There are hundreds of "BEST" things about Christmas because my family does so many things. Baking cookies, pies, and even special doggie treats. We go to childrens Christmas padgents, Church plays and Midnight Mass to celebrate Our Lord's birth thats the best.
I am starting my preparations now by getting out the FALL decorations because our trees are turning RED already and the spiders are coming in the house! That usually means Autum is edging in! So if I slowly add Christmas decorations then suddenly...TADA IT'S CHRISTMAS & my Woofday!!!!!;P
August 8th 2007 4:33 pm
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I was taking a morning stroll and I thought that I would check out the Home front and read all the Diary of the Day. They were all so interesting I was very proud to be a member of Dogster and Caster to be pals with all these guys and doll dogs & cats puppies and kitties!!
So my brother and I started to p-mail them to say hey your great and we love your pages. The reading was so funtastic these furs are so good and it was really a very good READ!! So all you Furs out there do not forget in your busy days to stop at the Homefront and see whats up and give a little Bark out to all those who we recognise for their acchievement.
YOU DOGS & CATS ROCK
August 7th 2007 11:53 am
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Dogster is Truely A Home
This is my home and a place that I can and do call a favorite hangout for sure. One can find me hanging around somewhere. I love to check out lots of posts and answer my P-mail right away I try to make a new friend and keep up to date with my old friends. I love Dogster and Caster it is a great place to hang your hat or collar.
August 7th 2007 2:52 am
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Here it is the start of my favorite time of year when the change of the season is starting to hint its way in. I have already picked it up on the wind when I sniff in the air. August brings hotter days and the days are already getting shorter by minutes, and it is so fun to go down to the Sound and light a small campfire on the beach near the water.
We do some fishing but I think thats just to feed the fish. bol. The air is crisp and mommy and daddy put on their wind breakers to keep the chill off, we all just sit around the flickering fire light watching the ships come in and it is home.
Awww such a lovely place to be ....home.....I love it here, I am so happy Thank you God for everything this is so wonderful. I know you love me. I pray for all my pup pals and friends everywhere who need you tonight, Lord rain down Heavenly Graces to them and keep them in your loving care. Since you have Blessed me with so much help me to always think of others first before myself. Thank you God I can do all things only with your help.
August 5th 2007 2:40 pm
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Tagged by Beautiful Kona
Here are the rules (Hint: Copy and paste the rules so you don't have to type them again):
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. All your Fur Friends or new Furs you just met who are tagged, need to post in their Diary's the rules & their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 Fur Friends or new Furs they just met to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary so they will know what to do! Or if you have any left, send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been Tagged!
1. My mom Puts lipstick on then KISSES my head and leaves a giant KISS on me!
2. My brother Franki ewuvs my mom so much he won't share her.
3. Mommy take us for walks when it is cool out.
4. That squirrel has been eating all the bird food making me bark at him!!
5. I chase my brother around the kitchen when mommy says its dinner time.
6. Snacks, snacks, snacks....my brothers trys to hide them ha ha ha bol silly.
7. I find all the snacks woof woof woof but then he is sitting with mommy?
OK now the Furs Friends I am TAGGING this round will be:
Xamidoo http://www.dogster.com/dogs/584173
Rupert http://www.dogster.com/dogs/560890
Porter http://www.dogster.com/dogs/72202
Ogou http://www.dogster.com/dogs/561886
Lola http://www.dogster.com/dogs/562246
Mrs. ♥Laci♥ http://www.dogster.com/dogs/461989
Talladega http://www.dogster.com/dogs/227108
Congrats to you Fur Friends now remember to have lots of fun and pass the fun along wags and licks woof woof woof.
August 5th 2007 12:56 pm
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FAROUT I was tagged by my sweet friend Molly......
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged, need to post in their Diary the rules & their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary, or, if you any left send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been Tagged!
Here are 7 fun facts about me! Introducing, Nickolas!
1. I love to be snuggly under the covers and not get up in the morning.
2. I learned how to bark louder from my cousin Abbey so I have been doing that a lot and mom was very surprised .
3. I love to play with my hedgehog he is so soft and squeaks.
4. I like long walks at night under the starry sky off my leash.
5. My favorite thing in the whole world is pizza.
6. I bark really loud whenever anyone comes to the front door.
7. I stick to momma like super glue.
I have tagged my friends and new friends:
Nyssa Ninni http://www.dogster.com/dogs/470707
Mickey http://www.dogster.com/dogs/544937
JC http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1448
Molly http://www.dogster.com/dogs/569858
Butch http://www.dogster.com/dogs/458129
Cash http://www.dogster.com/dogs/429187
Noodle Bug http://www.dogster.com/dogs/311
Please visit their pages and leave some bones and a p-mail to tell them you stopped by to say hello! Remember everyfur to have a wonderful and happy day and lend a helping paw where ever you can.
August 1st 2007 1:25 pm
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I am moved to tears of joy. Thank You so extremely very much Mr. Duffy- McDuff
you got me involved in the My Hometown Contest and to get my skills going to keep trying. I was having a very hard time with learning how to do just a simple basic cut and paste. Just even keeping my spirits up, but heck this was the smallest of mountains I had climbed in my life. A little code was not going to break us. BOL.
We cannot believe we tied for third place with Hollywood that is just such an honor. Blackie won 1st place cool page is sweet and Duncan won 2nd place cool page! It was a Heart pounding game to play with all these experts but I was thrilled to rub paws with em and this Dogster has been the best therapy for my mommy that even her Dr. has gotten involved and keeping up with our progress! WOW who would have ever thought that this would become THERAPY!!!! but it has. So we actually have started to develop goals with our Dr. that includes Dogster.
Thanks again so very much I am humbled by this experience of compasion and love through dogs. I need you all so very much I do hope you read this and respond. Thank you .
July 31st 2007 1:31 am
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Dogster was just a place I was passing by on my way to somewhere else on this mega world wide web. Then when it was about dogs I took a closer look, closer, closer and what do you know I stayed. One of our best and most enjoyable times ever on the computer. We had so much fun from the first moment we started because we could try things out we could interact. It was not a hard choice to make the enjoyment we had made us realize we wanted to stay.
Through our humans we have met many dogs oh wait I mean through our dogs we have met many humans or is it we dogs have met lots of dogs and the humans get to met lots of humans.....no wait I think...Dogster Dogs Rule. Glad to finally be where we belong.
Thank you to all my kitty friends on Caster too who give me lots of love and support like my sweetheat Squirrel
July 29th 2007 12:45 am
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Welcome to the Emerald City of Seattle, my hometown. As you enter the city of Seattle you will be quite surprised to see lots of beautiful and lovely green trees along with lovely pretty yards filled with lots of soft green squish between (my) your toes grass. It is the grandest and lovelyest to smell. Of course if your human happens to be with you they will see no doubt all the grand buildings and that sort of stuff. We do have lots of that sort of sights to see.
I love my hometown like no other because I can be swiming in the morning in Puget Sound and riding up the Space Needle shortly after to see the entire city. I just have to be extremely quiet in mommies purse!! Then we can pop over to the Waterfront to visit with my friends Squatch if he is in town visiting and get a photo with him maybe have an Esspresso with him or maybe some seafood or steak. Yummy my favorit EXTRA Rare for me how bout you how do you like yours?
Well then we can head on over to the Pike Place market and watch the Fish Mongers play keep away from the kittys....like the kittys will let they keep it away from them. HA HA HA!!! Where was I... oh yes My home town well we also have the best ales here but with out yous coming here to visit me how will I ever convince you there are so many we have lots of micro brewery's oh and pizza.....I LOVE the stuff people think I am suppose to love TACO's ...WELL I DO!!!! but I LOVE PIZZA!!!!!
Anyway my house is on the hill not too high but it is wonderful and I have a dog park close by but most of my friends come to my place and we play in my yard and then we all head down to the Market to get a look at all the lovely flowers from all the farmers and all the vegetables are so fresh I love broccolli its my very best of the veggies ya ya next to chips. teehee
Last Thanksgiving we went out on a houseboat for our dinner and well for the weekend and it was so fun I love to catch fish. It is so fantastic to knock em out after they come onboard and I had that job with one of the fish I think they called it a Cod anyway he was big and orange and had thornes on his fins but I got him. I love to run around on deck my mommy was worried a lot she thought I was going to fall out. But I did not. I was even able to climb the ladder in the vessel it was so easy cause everyone else was doing it.
If you come to my hometown I will tke you with me to explore lots and you won't be sorry We will eat and drink our fill of wonderful food and we will do things you do not do at home! Of course you will have to make sure you can fit into my mommie purse. teehee.
Come and enjoy my lovely Emerald Hometown of Seattle
July 27th 2007 9:19 pm
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Love Tagged
You are Loved...
Hey all.......there is a new craze on Dogster called "You are Loved". You need to pick 3 Dogsters who you think are fantastic & tell why you feel they are pawesome. Be sure & tell them how much they are loved with a p-mail or a rosette if you have any left!
My three friends are:
My adorable friend, Squirrel, I want to Love Tagged you. You are so cute and I love talking to you!
Next, I am tagging my sweet new friend Cali back, cause she tagged me and she probably could use being tagged more in her life~ BOL woof woof woof!
Last but certainly not least, I am tagging Sabrina who I met first on Dogster and have been friends ever since, she is the coolest ever.
July 27th 2007 4:24 pm
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My mommy took my brother and me on a long trip over the Cascade mountains and through the river to her brothers house where it was 107degrees HOT! Even though we are Chihuahua's we like the warmth that a nice cozy blankey can bring. Not the HOT sun. We had to help save our cousin from the people who have been trying to put her to "sleep" forever. She is not that old and very much a great dog we love her very much. We played fetch and ran through the sprinkler everyday for the past two weeks with Abbey. She is a Lab and likes to treat us like we are her "babies", It was lots of fun. We even learned how to bark extra loud to get in the front door and to bark extra loud for treat. Maybe when we get home I will try it. I don't think mommy will let me but I am going to try it. BOL :>
Well I am glad to be home mommy says we will be staying home because we had to have the car towed home in the middle of the night. I was sleeping. Mommy says I pretty much slept through the whole thing.
Just another day in the life of me.
July 17th 2007 7:22 pm
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You Know You're A Dog Person If...
You have a kiddie wading pool in the yard but no small children
Lint wheels are on your shopping list every week.
Your freezer contains more dog bones than anything.
You hang around the dog section of your local bookstore way too often.
Your non-dog friends won't eat food prepared in your kitchen.
Your parents refer to your pet as their "grand-dog."
You have baby gates permanently installed at strategic places around the house but no babies.
You open your purse and that big bunch of baggies you use for pick-up pops out .
You skip breakfast so you can walk your dog in the morning before work.
The trash basket is more or less permanently installed in the kitchen sink, to keep the dog out of it while you're at work.
You can't see out the passenger side of the windshield because there are dog nose prints all over the inside.
You don't go to happy hours with co-workers anymore because you need to go home and walk your dog.
You don't think it's the least bit strange to stand in the back yard chirping "Molly, Pee!" over and over at your dog who tends to play and forget what she's our there for.
You go to the pet supply store every Saturday because it's one of the very few places that lets you bring your dog inside, and the dog loves to go with you.
You get an extra long hose on your shower massage just so you can use it to wash the dog in the tub, without making the dog sit hip deep in water.
You and the dog come down with something flu like on the same day. The dog sees the vet while you settle for an over the counter remedy from the drug store.
You not only have dog toys strewn about, but your guests also have to be careful not to trip on the dog jumps. (well we gotta exercise them in the winter somehow)
Your weekend activities are planned around taking your dog for a hike.
You refer to yourself as "mommy" and "daddy".
Your dog sleeps with you.
You'd rather stay home on Saturday night and cuddle your doggies than go to the movies with your sweetie.
You keep an extra water dish in your second-floor bedroom, in case your dog gets thirsty at night.
You avoid vacuuming the house as long as possible because the dogs are afraid of the brain-sucker.
When your dog is getting old and arthritic, and you go buy lumber and build it a small staircase so it can climb onto the bed by itself.
You shovel a zig-zag path in the back yard snow so your dog can reach all of his favorite places.
Your have 32 different names for your dogs. Most make no sense but they understand.
Your dog eats cat poop but you still let him/her kiss you (but not immediately after, of course)
You never completely finish a piece of steak or chicken so the dog gets some too.
Poop has become a source of conversation for you and your significant other.
You are the only idiot walking in the pouring rain because your dog needs his walk.
You send birthday, anniversary and Christmas cards from your dog.
You like people who like your dogs. You despise people who don't.
You lecture people on responsible dog ownership every chance you get.
You keep eating even though you find a dog hair in your pasta.
You carry dog biscuits in your pockets all the time.
You make popcorn just so you can play catch with your dog.
You talk about your dogs like other people talk about their kids.
You have your dog pictures on your office desk. (but no one else's).
Your license plate or license plate frame mentions your dogs.
You match your furniture, carpet and clothes to your dog.
July 17th 2007 11:26 am
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"For lands sake, what have we here wrapped up in brightly colored Christmas tissue paper and a beautiful extravagant red velvet ribbon dripping down your arm my dear daughter Laura? Christopher and Jonathan all of you together have got something extremely precious for me you say." "Oh my gosh, he is so beautiful I can not believe my eyes. So tiny he fits into the palm of one hand." "Let mommy kiss you and cuddle you," I said in a very low and motherly voice all the while gently kissing him all over.
That is how my beautiful Nickolas came to live with me. We began communicating just like a mommy dog to her pup I kept him by my neck most all the time he seemed to enjoy it there, something about the feeling of skin on skin I think. I would make little grunting sounds to him and in turn he would repeat them to me and we have continued this to present day. At eight weeks he arrived and he was paper trained. Climb down off the bed onto some pillows I stacked for him and he went to the papers and climbed back in bed, miracle dog.
The kids are out of the house now so Nick and I talked constantly and still do. Nick what do you want for breakfast? Dog food or mommy's specialty and he comes running for that but dog food not a budge out of him. The Mariners are on a winning streak and he barks once loosing streak and he growls yeah me too. I still love ya Nick no matter what. Hey lets go out today and he starts to jump for joy and so we head out.
Life here for us is so much joy Nickolas gives love at every moment unconditional and when I study this I try to do the same and it is difficult! These darlings are angels from God they must be who else could love unconditional!!! People can be mean! People are stubborn, foul, and so many more words I could put here. However, these awesome little dogs show us and teach us every day and every hour a new chance a new opportunity to give LOVE UNCONDITIONALLY, they are from God. I am here with a true creature who is giving me so much more than I could ever give to him.
He learned to detect my seizures is it a smell an electrical impulse he feels, what could it be? How is it he knows I did not teach him, yet he knows. Now that is something I find wonderful his mother tongue includes that. Maybe I could have taught him Japanese? I don't speak that ....silly. So you see I am in awe of my dear Angel from God, who keeps guard and give so much love and teaches me constantly about love. I love him so much. Thank you God for my best friend Nickolas. 
This is a special Tail of Devotion
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July 15th 2007 2:17 pm
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I arrived back home from a mission of mercy/vacation with my cousin Abbey. My mommy found she had no way to hook up to the internet while we were gone so that meant email was going to stack up and she exclaimed "holy smokes" we got a over 850 emails to answer. So while she worked on that my brother and me rested after the long drive and had a long nap on our soft comfy beds in the cool breeze.
She discovered that Sabrina a great friend of ours had left us on the 5th of July no less a wonderful prise of a Rosette for me. HA HA HA it was TAG YOUR IT. BOL
I was jumping for joy BOL BOL BOL WOOF WOOF WOOF
This was great my very first ever of getting Tagged. mommy was giggling and I was kissing her we had such fun. We really enjoy this Dogster website!!!
So without anymore fooling around here is our version of TAG:
"Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged need to post the rules of the game and 7 pawsome facts about themselves in their diary. Then once you are tagged, you choose 7 dogs to tag, listing their names in your diary. Don’t forget to bark your friends pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary for the rules -- or better yet, send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been tagged!"
1. I follow my mommy everywhere she goes, closer than her shadow.
2. Whenever the alarm for anything in our home goes off I alert mommy to it until she can manage to take care of it.
3. My mommy makes wonderful steamed vegetables and I love 'em, especially Broccoli.
4. I really hate having my toenails trimmed. It just feels so YUCKY....
5. Sometimes my mommy lets Tyler, a boy in our neighborhood, take me for a walk. He is great fun, and comes to visit my mommy and me and we talk for hours and play Nintendo too.
6. I live with two yellow Canaries named Henry and Porthos.
7. I love to sleep on a soft pillow, it helps with my beauty sleep.
Now for my TAG list:
Goofball Mavredes the First
Romeo
Duchess
Brownie
Princess Leia
Nakita
Spy
June 19th 2007 5:45 pm
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Well, it is June, Woof woof woof and I am so happy. The sun is shining more and when we sit out on the deck the flowers smell so good and streching out on my favorite rug and chilling with my mommy. Ahhh this is the life having someone to love and they love you too. I love the summertime snacks! like the barbecue ribs!!! Woof Woof those are my favorite. I can work on that for a few days and even save it in my bed! Ya know for later.
Oh and summer IS RUN THROUGH THE SPRINKLER.
June 15th 2007 2:41 pm
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Even though I am a small size dog I have a huge munchie problem. My mommie tries so hard to hide the snacks from me but I just gotto got to goto have some constantly. Since I help out most of the day watching out and keeping every safe ya know I burn up a lot of calories. So I feel like I just need a snack.
Well today mommie forgot the tiny doggie biscuits in the basket on the chair and ...well...oh..dear...well....Frankie....he had some too....oh mommie shouted OH MY HEAVENS cause we were eating them and we almost had most of them all gone : >
Mommie BOL she loves us sooooo much she did not get upset...she did cut our lunch out and told us dinner would be small. bol woof woof woof I love her lick lick lick.....
My brother had so many teeth pulled out i had a hard time keeping up with him and his eating the biscuits. So I think we just got carried away being dogs, thats what mommie says. BOL
well were going for a longer walk today then a nap she says.............. : >
June 12th 2007 2:16 am
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Not sure how to write this down. My human was lonely and I was about eight weeks old living with my mom and dad and two aunts and a couple of uncles. It was pretty noisy at my house. Everybody barked all the time we pretty much controlled everything. My first human did not try to train us to be quiet, just to paper train us, we learned that right away!
I was adopted out already but they returned me. I was glad cause the kids of my human who loves me came to adopt me. When the human family arrived at my house everybody started barking so loud and making so much fuss. It was pretty funny though they thought my parents were the puppies! HA! HA! HA!
I walked out and was so tiny they all laughed and instantly fell in love with me and it was easy to fall in love with them. I was home, I knew it and they knew it.
Well now that was not so bad to write for the first time.........
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