October 13th 2009 9:02 am
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Man today sucks! It's our first big storm of the season. We woke up this morning and it is SO wet! I even heard momma saying to dad this morning she heard on the news we have 45 mile per hour winds today. I'm not sure if that is fast. But when we went out to pee pee Bridgette was blowing all over the yard. And now we have to spend the whole day in the laundry room because mom says she doesn't want our wet muddy paws on the carpet. Darn it! I wish we could potty inside, we hate going out in that. We got two more days of this bad weather and then it should be sunny again.
Rain rain go away!!!
October 7th 2009 12:12 am
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My dog lives in this house. You are welcome to come and visit me anytime but we have a few things that you must understand before you visit. I vacuum and clean daily but my dog lives in this house too. You may be leaned on and find my dog in your lap a few times but he does this because he loves people and wants to say hello. So if you feel that you are too good for his love then you are not welcome here because this is my dog's home too.
My dog lives here and is well mannered and very clean but if you are one of those people who think all animals are dirty and smell, then go away. You are not the type of person that I care to associate with. If you don't like the sound of barking, then my home is not going to be a comfortable place for you to visit.
Do not expect me to lock my dog in another room during your visit. I have trained my dog well so he will not do anything to you except maybe want a pat on the head. I will not subject my dog to feel as if he is being punished by locking him away for no reason. That would be cruel.
When you walk into my home, be careful not to trip on a stuffed toy or ball. These are my dog's treasures and I will not take them away from him just to show you that I keep a clean house. My dog knows where all his toys are. They may not look like much to you, but to him, they are worth more than gold.
You see, this is OUR home. Yes, my dog who lives here, have been together since he was a small puppy scampering around the house. I raised him into well mannered, beautifully behaved dog. I am proud of him. I consider him my personal gift from God. He has done nothing but give me his endless love and devotion for many years. I love him dearly and want to make his years happy ones. As happy as he made mine.
When you go home to your family, my dog stays here with me. A fine and loving companion. He is MY family and I wouldn't change that for the world. When it was cold and there was no heat, we kept each other warm. When I was sick, he stayed right by my side, as I did his when he was not having a good day. A better friend I could not ask for.
When no one else cared, my dog did. He has given me nothing but pure joy and I love him endlessly. So please understand that I am not being rude. I'm just looking out for my best friend.
July 22nd 2009 9:52 pm
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We've been tagged by my pal Precious who was tagged by Chipper who was tagged by Biscotte, who was tagged by Austin who have been tag by Oscar, Bella, Sasha and Tucker, who was tagged by Bella, who was tagged by Lola, who was tagged by Sadie, who was tagged by Crystal, Who was tagged by Shiloh in a neat sort of way! He is celebrating his 20th diary entry and has given tree rosettes to 10 of his pals. He is asking us to "pay it forward" and keep on giving. He is asking us to send rosettes to 10 of our pals (5 if you can't do 10) and to keep on giving!
Okey dokey here goes! I don't know who I'm going to tag yet....stay tuned and check your inbox!
May 22nd 2009 1:09 am
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I Am Your Dog
I am your dog, and I have a little something I'd like to whisper in your
ear; I know that you humans lead busy lives.
Some have to work, some have children to raise. It always seems like you
are running here and there, often much too fast, often never noticing the
truly grand things in life. Look down at me now, while you sit there at
your computer. See the way my dark brown eyes look at yours? They are
slightly cloudy now. That comes with age. The gray hairs are beginning to
ring my soft muzzle. You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do
you see in mine? Do you see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no
other could in the world? A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of
prior wrong doing for just a simple moment of your time? That is all I
ask. To slow down, if even for a few minutes to be with me.
So many times you have been saddened by the words you read on that
screen, of others of my kind, passing. Sometimes we die young and oh so
quickly, sometimes so suddenly it wrenches your heart out of your throat.
Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes that you may not even seem
to know until the very end, when we look at you with grizzled muzzles and
cataract clouded eyes. Still the love is always there, even when we must
take that long sleep, to run free in a distant land. I may not be here
tomorrow; I may not be here next week. Someday you will shed the water
from your eyes, that humans have when deep grief fills their souls, and
you will be angry at yourself that you did not have just "One more day"
with me. Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves
me. We have NOW, together. So come, sit down here next to me on the
floor, and look deep into my eyes. What do you see? If you look hard and
deep enough we will talk, you and I, heart to heart. Come to me not as
"alpha" or as "trainer" or even "Mom or Dad," come to me as a living soul
and stroke my fur and let us look deep into one another's eyes, and talk.
I may tell you something about the fun of chasing a tennis ball, or I may
tell you something profound about myself, or even life in general. You
decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul to share such
things with. Someone very different from you, and here I am. I am a dog,
but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical senses, and I can revel
in the differences of our spirits and souls. I do not think of you as a
"Dog on two feet" -- I know what you are. You are human, in all your
quirkiness, and I love you still. Now, come sit with me, on the floor.
Enter my world, and let time slow down if only for 15 minutes. Look deep
into my eyes, and whisper to my ears. Speak with your heart, with your
joy and I will know your true self. We may not have tomorrow, and life is
oh so very short.
Love, Your Dog
May 4th 2009 12:54 am
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If I didn't have animals . . .
I could walk around the yard barefoot in safety.
My house could be carpeted instead of tiled and laminated.
All flat surfaces, clothing, furniture, and cars would be free of hair.
When the doorbell rings, it wouldn't sound like a kennel.
When the doorbell rings, I could get to the door without wading through fuzzy bodies who beat me there.
I could sit on the couch and my bed the way I wanted, without taking into consideration how much space several fur bodies would need to get comfortable.
I would not have strange presents under my Christmas tree -- dog bones, stuffed animals, toys, treats nor would I have to explain to people why I wrap them.
I would have money ... and no guilt to go on a real vacation.
I would not be on a first-name basis with 6 veterinarians, as I put their yet unborn grandkids thru college.
The most used words in my vocabulary would not be: out, sit, down, come, no, stay, and leave him/her/it ALONE.
My house would not be cordoned off into zones with baby gates or barriers.
My house would not look like a day care center, toys everywhere.
My pockets would not contain things like poop bags, treats and an extra leash.
I would no longer have to Spell the words B-A-L-L-, F-R-I-S-B-E-E, W-A-L-K,
I would not have as many leaves INSIDE my house as outside.
I would not look strangely at people who think having ONE dog/cat ties them down too much.
I'd look forward to spring and the melting of snow instead of dreading mud season.
I would not have to answer the question "Why do you have so many dogs/animals?" from people who will never have the joy in their lives of knowing they are loved unconditionally by someone as close to an angel as they will ever get.
. . . How empty my life would be.
November 14th 2008 11:06 pm
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I just thought I should add what a great match our pack is. Everyone has someone! No one is ever lonely. Bridgette and Teddy play great together. As well as Bandit and Lizzie! And Harley and Delilah are inseparable. I do believe everything happens for a reason. I never planned on having this many dogs. I went from 2 to 3 to 6. I planned on the 4. But everything worked out wonderful!
November 10th 2008 6:34 pm
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My friend Peanut tagged me. I have to say 7 things I am grateful for. Then send this to 7 friends.
1) We're thankful for a large loving family and warm bed to sleep in every night.
2) We're also thankful for our parents blessing each one of us five siblings to love and play with every day. We are never bored.
3) We're thankful for always having full bellies, healthy bodies and the love we can handle.
4) We are VERY thankful that momma does not make us lawn ornaments, chain or kennel dogs. Like a lot of large dog families are.
5) We are very thankful for always having lots of treats and chewies, we are never without anything special.
6) A couple of us came very terrible places (Bridgette and Delilah) and one of us doesn't know what or where my life was before (Bandit) but now we know we have a forever family.
7) And we are very thankful for this lovely place called Dogster where momma can show us off and we have so many special friends.
Since there are so many of us in my house, we're all going to go in together as a family and only nominate 7 pups instead of 7 pups each.
Here are our choices, in no particular order:
1) Baby Fidgette
2) Kaley RN NAJ
7) Hudson Earle
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