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Twas Our Night Before Christmas

November 30th 2010 3:21 am
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I'm not sure what Christmas was like for you, when you were a young pup growing up, for me it was such a bright eyed wonderment of joy, filled to the brim that my ears could hear the bells on the reins of Santa Paws Reindeer. Of course, after my much older sisterfurs would rush me barely awake to the freezing cold window paine saying they saw Santa Paws! Couldn't I hear him? With witnesses like these, of course I heard them! The moon was bright on that yesterdays fallen snow and now they were woofing me into going downstairs to wake mother and father so we all could enjoy presents.

I was so young what Santa Paws needed to bring me was a clock, a watch or maybe even better how to tell time. At least so I wouldn't be fooled by my big sisterfurs. Well not remembering I did this last year I quickly bounced with my teddy in mouth downstairs rounding the corner to mom and papas room. I guess the loud banging sound when I hit the bed didn't help papas disposition by much cause when he woke up wanting more yegg nobs? I didn't know what that was? Do you? Anyway mama got up to take me back to bed and told me that Santa Paws has not been to our house yet! I really believe my mom huh. Moms are the best ever they keep you warm and snuggly, feed me give me treats and help. So I went back to sleep to wait for Santa Paws.

My sisterfurs pretending to be asleep so mama went back downstairs to bed. Well that sure didn't stop my sisterfurs! They came and woke me up again saying that I missed Santa Paws. He came and they watched him put the presents under the Christmas Tree. They want me to come and look under the tree to see all the presents!!!

I'm so happy and excited. We were giggling and shhsing it was hard to know what to do...heeheehee The excitment just shoots like sparkles all over and tingles through us. We knew we had to keep very quiet......more to come.



Story by
MEWinski


 

The Thanksgiving Spirit

November 18th 2010 11:55 am
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Thanksgiving
As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.

John F. Kennedy



1789 Thanksgiving Proclamation
"I do recommend and assign Thursday, the 26th day of November next, to be devoted by the people of these States to the service of that great and glorious Being who is the beneficent author of all the good that was, that is, or that will be; that we may then all unite in rendering unto Him our sincere and humble thanks for His kind care and protection of the people of this country…

George Washington


Thanksgiving Proclamation of 1863
"It has seemed to me fit and proper that (God's gifts) should be solemnly, reverently, and gratefully acknowledged with one heart and one voice by the whole American people. I do, therefore, invite my fellow citizens...to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next as a day of thanksgiving and praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the heavens."

Lincoln


From a Charlie Brown Thanksgiving
"In the year 1621, the Pilgrims held their first Thanksgiving feast. They invited the great Indian chief Massasoit, who brought ninety of his brave Indians and a great abundance of food. Governor William Bradford and Captain Miles Standish were honored guests. Elder William Brewster, who was a minister, said a prayer that went something like this: 'We thank God for our homes and our food and our safety in a new land. We thank God for the opportunity to create a new world for freedom and justice.'"

Linus Van Pelt



 

Yippee

June 9th 2010 7:43 pm
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My mom got her new laptop today and now we can talk to you all again. we are so happy!!!

 

"Once- Upon My Summer..."

June 5th 2010 2:20 pm
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Oh my heavens it has taken us, Frankie & me forever to just get used to them not just because they are large but female as well...and they come in here like they OWN the place!!!

I put the QUESTION to you Gentlemen, This must bug you at a point?

It bugs us due to the fact they have no regard for the rules of our home! They do offensive things that we do not do!!
We believe when you are visiting if you do not do house rules you are in the doghouse alone!



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"Announcement: Brings Much Sorrow"

February 21st 2010 7:05 pm
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"In Loving Memory: Daddy Passes 2/19/2010"



"Cesar Millan, all his family and friends, his staff and volunteers, and dog lovers all around the world today will mourn the passing of one of the most loyal, trusting, well-balanced, and influential pit bull ambassadors the world has ever known. Daddy, Cesar's longtime friend and partner in canine rehabilitation, died peacefully surrounded by family on Friday the 19th of February. He was sixteen years old.

He lived each day of those sixteen years happy and fulfilled as Cesar's right-hand-"man," helping to shape the behavior of entire generations of dogs by showing them the way to balance. He stood as champion for calm-submissive pit bulls everywhere, and was instrumental in helping to repair their image as violent, savage, uncontrollable beasts. He successfully battled cancer and weathered chemotherapy, and even got the opportunity to present at the 56th Annual Creative Arts Emmy Awards!

His name is now added to that honorable roster of dogs gone by whose influence is still felt today, and which includes some of Cesar's beloved childhood heroes: "Rin-Tin-Tin." "Lassie." ... "Daddy."

He has been immortalized by Dog Whisperer fans in all mediums, from painting, to photographs, to charcoal drawings and papier-mâché sculpture. And, of course, he lives on in his work, reflected in the balance and calm-submission of his protégé Junior, the countless animals to whom he was a positive role model, and in the hearts and minds of everyone who knew him as a calm, sweet, and mellow example of a widely misunderstood breed.

In Loving Memory."





excerpt from email: Cesar Milan Achieving Balance Between
People and Dogs


 

A Different- Kind of Holiday

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


 

“Love for- Our Children” by Erica Elliott

June 29th 2009 2:02 am
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“Love for Our Children” by Erica Elliott


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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I- Met a Young Woman...

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.





 

A Tale of - Devotion . . . to Remember

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".







 

What One Man- Can Do

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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