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back home

July 26th 2014 6:31 pm
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Not sure if anyone can read this. I know the site is experiencing bad fleas right now.

Treader's back home and safe. Him being gone was quite a scare. Despite being tight on money right now, when we got him back I went and got him a microchip.



July 17th 2014 6:01 pm
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Treader's always been good at getting loose and we've always been worried that something would happen to him. He'd be incredibly easy to steal--he's jumped right into people's cars before. And there's always the possibility he could get hurt or run over.
But as he kept getting loose and returning on his own or people called and told us they found him, it just got to be something we got used to.

But now he's been gone since Tuesday morning--he's never been away this long before! A neighbor says she saw him Tuesday evening, that's the last I've heard of him.

Checked the animal shelter, went there in person to see the strays just to be sure, but he wasn't there. Called the vet's office, too. Nothing.

If seen, please contact me at He was last seen in Saint Marys, Camden County, GA.


Treader's 'birthday'

July 16th 2011 9:48 pm
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Well, the little fuzzball is approximately six years old. He was about two when I got him.
He's changed a bit. He's a bit more laid back, not quite as skinny. I miss the zoomies he used to get. He still gets them, but they're not the same as they used to be. He still loves to run around outside. Little guy really needs a big, open, but enclosed, space to run around in. Too bad we don't have one.
And as far as not being as skinny, I think this is both due to his frame having filled out a bit more and the fact that he gets more table scraps than he used to. Cookie was our main scrap eater, but since she died Treader wanted to take her place. And of course he can't eat nearly as much as she could. I'm having to adjust the size of his meals as we go to avoid more weightgain (and he is on a diet as well), and he only gets a few scraps.

I had actually forgotten it was his birthday until I got the e-mail from Dogster. I had planned to buy him some rabbit from the grocery store as his birthday present. Looks like he'll be getting that a day or two late this year. I'll also get him a frozen feeder mouse in case he doesn't like the rabbit.

Happy birthday, you fuzzy goofball!


A Dog Lover's Prayer

August 23rd 2009 9:46 pm
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I'm reading Sheltie Talk right now, and it has a couple of poems at the very end of the book that I'd like to share.

A Dog Lover's Prayer
Lord, you know that there would be times when man would need another kind of friend--one who would not criticize, nor blame, nor make demands, nor question. One who would only listen and love.
And so you gave us the dog. Not just one dog, but a dog to suite every temperament and personality.
Lord, we thank you for man's best friend. Help us to remember that he also belongs to you.
Therefore, while we are to enjoy him, we are not to mistreat him, nor alter his health and ability to function by breeding to suite our foolish whims. We are not to thwart his purpose by keeping him isolated where he cannot learn to function in our world.
Teach us, Lord, not to inflict pain and suffering to gain our selfish ends--sometimes as frivilous as a purple ribbon, and not to breed so many of his kind that homes cannot be found and he is left homeless and starving, or sentenced to death in a shelter.
Help us, Lord, to love our friend, the dog, in such a way that it reflects your love and compassion for mankind, whom you have called your friend.

M. Kummer
As a pup I dreamed and wondered
What life could hold in store:
For ME, I thought, there's something GREAT
Beyond that kennel door.

Out there are needy people
And I have much to give:
Love, and wit, and gentleess,
To help them learn to live.

I'd be someone's protector,
Keep little ones from harm,
Or guide an old man's weary steps,
Or help to run a farm.

I'd run and bark and jump and play
With friends along a sandy shore.
I'd roll in meadows thick and green
That lie beyond that kennel door.

I lay here waiting--longing,
As the days and years crept by;
My owner kept me fed and brushed,
But inside, let me die.

I do not think of greatness now,
I'm old and filled with pain.
My owner has some ribbons,
But I have lived in vain.

I cannot think what could have been,
My dreams are filled with hope no more,
Just floor and walls and broken heart
For me behind this kennel door.

CCA "Bulliten"
Feb 1984


Help Angel find her way home...please!

April 30th 2009 8:15 pm
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Angel lived right next door to me, and she ran off one day and didn't come back. They think that someone may have thought that she didn't have a home and kept her.
Angel is still missing. Please send good thoughts her way, pray for her, and if you live near St. Marys, GA, keep an eye out for a small black dog with long fur. (See her pictures for better idea of what to look for.)


Pfffft, silly humans

March 6th 2009 11:12 pm
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I got loose again this evening. Mistress was a bit peeved with me and told me that if I didn't come in right now, I'd be camping outside for the night. I knew she wouldn't follow through with it. I'm too precious to her for her to make me stay outside to supposedly risk getting run over by cars or getting stolen.
She walked towards me and I ran off to make her chase me, but she just turned and went into the house, yelling "Happy Trails!".
Then I wanted in later and she opened the door and asked me how I liked camping. Then she let me in. I knew she would do that. Humans are so predictable.


New Agility set

December 27th 2008 9:26 pm
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Mistress had me practice the jump this evening. At first, I was thinking that I had better things to do than jump over some plastic stick. I gave mistress a ruff time, ignoring what she said, and even running past the jump instead of jumping it. But then she said "no!" while I was running around. I stopped, shocked. She usually likes it when I run around, especially when she has a camera like she did then.
Then she told her to go over the jump again and I did. And then she made a big deal out of it. Giving him back scratches/rubs. The whole nine yards of attention. I like attention better than almost anything. She has found that attention is a better motivater with me than toys or a treat.
Anyway, I got great at jumping after that. I even jumped higher and less sloppily.
Mistress already knew that motivating a dog is rewarding it with a reward that the dog thinks is good enough to work for, but the truthfullness of that concept was really driven home today.


What I got for Christmas

December 26th 2008 6:01 am
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Two edible Christmas cards, treats, dog shirts (they're too small though), a stuffed and squeaky candy cane toy, and a raised food dish platform.

And a beginner's Agility set for me and Cookie, but mostly for me!


It Smelled like a good idea at the time, but I got caught- red-pawed

December 15th 2008 12:09 am
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I've been up to my old counter-surfing tricks again.
Mistress was thinking about how good I've been about not trying to take food off the table since we started raw, and suddenly CLANG CLANG! She heard something in the kitchen. She arrived in time to see sneaky old clever me standing on a chair finishing some left over oat meal. She yelled "hey!" and I got off the chair and hid under the table. When she sounds angry, I know something is wrong. But I couldn't quite place my paw on it.
She stood there a few minutes, seething in anger. Then she picked me up, and held me in front of the oat meal, which I started licking. She said "bad dog!" and I stopped. Okay. Got it. Sneaking food is bad. She kept me held up, as if testing me. I left the dish alone.
*whimper* I guess oat meal's off the menu.


I put this peom up last year, but from memory.

December 5th 2008 10:11 pm
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T'was The Night Before (Jesus came)

Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house
Not a creature was praying, not one in the house.
Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care
In hopes that Jesus would not soon come there.

The children were dressing to crawl into bed,
Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.
And Mom in her rocker with baby on her lap
Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.

When out of the East there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!

When what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.
With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray
I knew in a moment this must be The Day!

The light of His face made me cover my head
It was Jesus! returning just like He had said.
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth
I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.

In the Book of Life which He held in His hand
Was written the name of every saved man.
He spoke not a word as He searched for my name;
When He said, "It's not here" my head hung in shame.

The people whose names had been written with love
He gathered to take to His Father above.
With those who were ready He rose without a sound
While all the rest were left standing around.

I fell to my knees, but it was too late;
I had waited too long and this sealed my fate.
I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight;
Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.

In the words of this poem the meaning is clear;
The coming of Jesus is soon drawing near.
There's only one life and when comes the last call
We'll find that the Bible was true after all!

-Author Unknown

Have a merry Christmas, pals! It may seem a bit early to say that, but I love Christmas, so I'm saying it anyway.
Mistress and all of us have been doing good. We weren't able to come online for a few days. Sorry about that.

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