May 9th 2009 7:31 pm
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Our mama says we shouldn’t write this ‘cause it’s tooting your own horn. But we promised someone we would give it a try. Mama sees so many people that do so much more than she, but she does do everything she can. Her health stops her from some of the things she would totally love to do, so she sticks with what she can do. Her biggest jobs have been to promote, raise funds, and collect donations.
She promotes any activities her beloved Missouri Pit Bull Rescue (MPR) participates in through snail mail, e-mail, flyers, and a lot of word of mouth. She most often appeals to her dogster friends to help in this area. They have supported her through every contest and activity.
She raises funds by helping to formulate, and carry out, activities to bring in the much needed dollars. She asked a friend to make a “wheel of fortune” type spinning wheel to use at events. It is used to play a trivia type game that educates the public. Everyone wins, and she makes “goody” bags to give as prizes. One of the larger events has been the poker tournaments, the most recent one held last week. Mama usually visits businesses in person, but could not this year due to the upcoming heart surgery, so she launched a letter writing/ telephoning campaign to get these businesses to “sponsor” tables and donate items for the raffles held throughout the day. She shops many, many clearance shelves (especially after a holiday) to come up with literally hundreds of items used to make gift baskets for these raffles. This year the tournament had 47 raffles! A son-in-law made fall scenery she bought to decorate at “Dogtoberfest”, one of the larger functions in the area. She bought pumpkins and witches kettles and costumes (again, clearance shelves) to finish the décor, and MPR won first prize. Now you have to realize, everyone else is in on all these activities, too, not just mama. She bought a singing, dancing Santa at a garage sale to use at an event, but it has not been put to use yet. She is collecting ink cartridges to recycle, again with the help of her dogster friends. These are the activities she is best at.
The last area, collecting donated items, is just as much dad as it is mama. They scour swap-n-shop and rummage sales for kennels, blankets for the kennels, collars, dog toys, etc. They keep in touch with the Goodwill store to pick up a load every couple of months or so, of the blankets and towels that could not be sold. Since everyone knows what they do, people call for them to pick up dog houses, items for MPR’s garage sales, toys, dog food, etc. When it comes garage sale time daddy takes the enclosed trailer to the sale address to use as storage, sorting, and such. Daddy also trades his roofing skills each year to secure MPR a spot at “Strutt with your Mutt”. Dad has been good to haul numerous items around town for all the rescues. Last winter he was able to get 2 trailer loads of hay donated, that he delivered to a rescue that goes out in the worst neighborhoods every Sunday providing food, shelter, water buckets, etc. to the dogs. Even my furless sister has gotten into the spirit. She has been able to get medical supplies donated.
This has really turned out to be too long, but we want it to be stressed that there are many volunteers (MPR and others) who put much more of their lives into rescue, and mama wants to salute them! Thank you to each and every one of you that help to make an animal’s life easier!
January 20th 2009 8:29 pm
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Alright Pal! You made it here. I see you caught my foot ball pass. Here is what you should do next! Hurry and pass the ball to 5 of your team mates so they can make a touch down! You are also supposed to write down 5 things about yourself that are funny. Also please leave me a bone and ask all those who visit your diary to leave you a bone so you will know they have been there! Ok…Here goes the play!
1. Precious and Special want to hold hands (paws) while riding in the van or truck.
2. Special Dawn will bark and bark at her own reflection.
3. When Precious wants the air conditioning turned up, she will smack it with her paw.
4. Special Dawn got ran over by a trailer, rolling her over and over the whole time, and all she got out of it was a broken tail (it's fine now).
5. When Precious wants a drink she will smack your drink.
Here is who tagged me: Sassy Girl
Here is who I tagged:
3. Miss Molly
7. Dale Bo
9. Rudy Patudy
10. Our Gang
11. Plott'n Pibble Pitties
12. Brew City Pitties
13. Chicago Crew of Angels
(yeah, We can't count!) There are more than one of us, ya' know.
December 10th 2008 10:25 am
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"The Rescue Dog's Night Before Christmas, with many thanks and copyright 1995-98, Kate Palenscar...
'Tis the night before Christmas and all through the town,
every shelter is full - we are lost but not found,
Our numbers are hung on our kennels so bare,
we hope every minute that someone will care,
They'll come to adopt us and give us the call,
"Come here, Max and Sparkie - come fetch your new ball!!
But now we sit here and think of the days..
we were treated so fondly - we had cute, baby ways,
Once we were little, then we grew and we grew -
now we're no longer young and we're no longer new.
So out the back door we were thrown like the trash,
they reacted so quickly - why were they so rash?
We "jump on the children:, "don't come when they call",
we "bark when they leave us", climb over the wall.
We should have been neutered, we should have been spayed,
now we suffer the consequence of the errors THEY made.
If only they'd trained us, if only we knew...
we'd have done what they asked us and worshiped them, too.
We were left in the backyard, or worse -let to roam-
now we're tired and lonely and out of a home.
They dropped us off here and they kissed us good-bye...
"Maybe someone else will give you a try."
So now here we are, all confused and alone...
in a shelter with others who long for a home.
The kind workers come through with a meal and a pat,
with so many to care for, they can't stay to chat,
They move to the next kennel, giving each of us cheer...
we know that they wonder how long we'll be here.
We lay down to sleep and sweet dreams fill our heads..
of a home filled with love and our own cozy beds.
Then we wake to see sad eyes, brimming with tears --
our friends filled with emptiness, worry, and fear.
If you can't adopt us and there's no room at the Inn --
could you help with the bills and fill our food bin?
We count on your kindness each day of the year --
can you give more than hope to everyone here?
Please make a donation to pay for the heat...
and help get us something special to eat.
The shelter that cares for us wants us to live,
and more of us will, if more people will give.