November 14th 2008 3:46 pm
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RULES OF THE GAME:
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged, need to post in their diary the rules and their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose some 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, send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been Tagged! And sent them these Rules.
Check out my diary
I was tagged by Monty. :]
1) Daddy has known me since I was 1 year old. Yet, I didn't become part of his pack until I was 4 or 5 years old.
2) I have bat ears! Most APBT's have drop ears; so, this is very cool.
3) My tail wags faster than my feet move.
4) I can jump above Daddy's head.
5) My favorite place to kiss is the chin.
6) I cry a lot if left alone for too long.
7) I'm the friendliest dog in town. Okay; that's a little biased; but bunches of Daddy's friends have said it!!!
I tagged:
Peanut: 41467
Bo: 170216
Yoshi: 243229
Brutus: 372646
November 5th 2008 12:44 am
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Twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the shelter;
not a creature was stirring,
not even a pinsher.
The dogs were kenneled;
so safely with care.
With hopes that new families,
soon would be there.
In one tiny corner;
a brindle pup sat.
He wasn't too skinny,
too shy or too fat.
But there was something about him,
that no one admired.
So he sat and waited;
for the home he desired.
He could fetch, he could chase;
he could tug and do tricks;
But no matter how cute he was,
he was no ones first pick.
He tried to look cute,
he wagged his tail.
But for some reason,
each time; he failed.
He'd had a home once;
a family and a friend.
They promised they'd love him;
till the very end.
But something happened;
while he was growing up.
He got bigger and bigger;
and was no longer a pup.
The once Christmas present;
became yesterdays news.
And his once best friend;
was entranced with new shoes.
So off to the shelter,
the brindle dog went.
To fend for himself,
without an owner; a friend.
The shelter workers loved him;
treated him with care.
And though he adored them;
they weren't always there.
He needed a bed;
in which to lie.
He needed a home;
where he could live and die.
But as days went by,
his hope slipped away.
There was no home, no family,
no bed in which to lay.
Nobody wanted him,
for reasons so far untold.
Everyone looked past him,
because he was a pit bull.
So because of his breed,
in the shelter he stayed.
Waiting for a family,
to come take him away.
The Christmas before,
he was a present for a son.
But this Christmas,
he had no one.
His cage was opened,
and he was pulled out.
His tail thumped
as he wondered what this was about.
As he was walked down the aisle,
leash around his neck,
the others howled for him;
knowing he was next.
He looked at the man,
walking him along.
A tear rolled down his face;
the dog soon would be gone.
He pushed a door open,
and pushed the dog in.
The pup grew fearful;
this was the end.
His tail no longer wagged;
but instead hid in fret.
Something was different;
for he could smell death.
A whimper escaped him
as he was lifted up;
his ears pulled back
when on the table he was put.
He never struggled;
although he was scared.
For our hero knew that soon
home would be there.
A woman nearby,
pulled out the syringe.
And when she saw the victim,
she couldn't help but cringe.
Not out of fear;
or hate or dislike.
But because for them,
she'd alway fight.
A single tear fell
as the needle she prepared;
wanting to get it over with
so she could be anywhere but there.
She approached him slowly;
just wanting to be home.
She didn't want
for this pit bull to go.
But, she soon injected
the fluid so slow.
And, with a whimper,
it was his time to go.
Soon he was gone,
lifeless with death.
But his previous family;
would feel no regret.
Before he died;
his tail thumped one last time.
As if to say thank you for caring-
for giving me a warm place to lie.
He crossed the bridge-
tail wagging away.
He was safe, he was happy-
he had a warm place to lay.
The woman and man,
shed their last tears.
As they wrapped up the night,
to get out of there.
The woman patted his head,
and gave him a kiss.
His brown eyes, his wagging tail-
were both things she'd miss.
The man was soon gone,
and she was leaving with care.
She looked at the dog,
and spoke through tears.
"We may have lost,
this one small fight...
but, Merry Chrismas, Ringo...
and to all pit bulls, a good night."
-Benji, November 5th, 2008
August 19th 2008 9:20 am
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I was an honorable mention in the My Dogster Hero Essay contest!! And, I was asked to share my entry- so decided I'd post it in my diary. Here goes...
My Dogster Hero
By: Lilo
When you have so many great dogs floating around such a wonderful site, it's hard to pick just one as your hero. You have some dogs like Sedona that are always there to let you know what food you shouldn't feed and what food is the cheapest. Then, there are dogs like Bambi that are just too cute for words. These dogs always know how to bring a smile to your face and all you have to do is view their page. Then, there are the dogs like Kaluha- the ones that were rescued and are willing to take the time to inform you about rescue. These dogs seem so intelligent. You also have the dogs like Treader or Firefly- these dogs have young owners but never cease to amaze you with how responsible they are. And, with all these choices out there and more, picking a dogster hero is never an easy task.
So, when Daddy told me I had to do it, I decided to browse the pages of Dogster and try. I feel I found a few honorable mentions. Like the ones I stated above. I also feel I should mention Falcon, Nadiya and Daddy. All of whom regulary post in the Laws & Legislation forums. Without them, how would I keep up with the current laws? The current legislations? They do a great job at informing; and I thank them for that.
The next honorable mentions are Otis, Cracker and Cash. Otis is just an awesome bulldog who is always there to help. Cracker has helped me many times on many different boards. And Cash is simply the best pit bull (besides me of course) that you could ever meet. All of them are so knowledgable. So smart. They all make me happy to be on Dogster.
The next one in line is a simple one. These dogs come in small packs and they put a smile on our humans face after a bad day at work. They take time out of their days- sometimes five minutes sometimes 60- just to entertain us. These dogs are our wingmakers, our animation makers, our picture makers. These dogs are few and far between and when we come across one it's as if we found gold. There are many of them; all of whom deserve a right to be written about. They're all wonderful.
But, who is my hero? The one I feel I should write about? The one I think deserves the title?
The decision isn't easy. But, I think I finally made it.
He's always ready to inform. He corrects us when we're wrong. But, in the process, he never, never never, makes us feel inferior. Nor stupid. He is Zeppelin. The American pit bull terrier. Being a pit bull advocate, I love all pit bulls. They can always bring a smile to my face with just a twitch of their tail and that stupid grin we wear. They are such sweet dogs with an eager to please. I wonder if Zeppelin is this way in real life. Without Zeppelin, I wouldn't know some of the things I know about the American pit bull terrier. Zeppelin's human is a true pit bull advocate through and through- and that is wonderful.
Zeppelin is my Dogster hero.
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