September 1st 2006 6:56 am
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If Max and I could communicate, our life together would be heaven here on Earth. I could let him know how much I love him and care about him, even if we quarrel at times. I am human, and he is a dog, but I believe we both share the same feelings at times. I may not know why he barks at nothing or hides under the couch for no reason, but I'm 100 percent sure that when I get angry, give him a cuddle, or just sit there with him in my lap, doing nothing at all, he knows what I feel and why I feel it. I must admit that I do have a wonderful family with a wonderful wife and two wonderful boys and one wonderful girl, and we all get along wonderfully, but life just wouldn't be the same for me, my wife, or my children if it weren't for Max. That ever-fateful Christmas Eve when I adopted Max as a Christmas present for my then-preschooler son, I didn't think the bond between Max and the rest of the family would last. Max lived in that shelter for weeks, and I believe that euthanizing shelter animals after a certain amount of months or weeks is wrong, and that all shelters should be empty with all the animals in good homes with good owners. Sadly, my dream will never come true, but at least I do what I can: rescue an animal once a year for a family that was torn apart by domestic violence or divorce, in hope that the love a pet can give will bring estranged families together again. Other than this, I live an average life, with an average life, in an average house, in an average suburb of Sacramento. But bringing Max into the picture has made our lives, and the lives of everyone on our block, a little less mundane, like a ray of sunshine filtering through the thick clouds after a storm. I hope that you, the readers, have paid attention to my story and were inspired, just like I was that Christmas Eve many years ago. Thank you for reading my "Tail of Devotion" for Max. Goodbye.
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March 6th 2005 1:42 pm
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Dear Log,
As my only soul mate, I have decided to describe some of the goings-on here in Sacramento to you, in a hope that you will deliver my thoughts to our general public. Now, let us begin the hullabaloo I went through the past few months. On January, Ragamuffins and I had to experience a form of torture not known to any other animal. Our daily seance with the spirit of Ragamuffins' departed "sister" Poisy had been greatly interrupted by the coming of the biblical apocalypse. (Yet my owner calls it "New Year's Day fireworks".) Ragamuffins grabbed her squeaky toy mouse and concealed herself in an embarrassing display of cowardice whilst I remanied silent, solemnly anticipating the end of the world. If I could cry, I would. But since this holy event had been too unexpected, I remained silent, covered in a shaken veil of fear and wonder, waiting for my early demise. Fortunately, the legendary "four horsemen of the apocalypse" were never sighted, and this harrowing display of lights and thunder throughout the sky only lasted about a few minutes. That was a day I would never forget. Then came February, a month that too will live on in infamy. Valentine's Day. A practice not known to any dog, cat, or animal. To me and to Ragamuffins, a very peculiar one. The practice rolls out like so: When my owner comes home from his workplace, he comes home with a number of small, heavily decorated cards with messages of affection written inside them. As an RE to my "Dating" entry, I have tried to introduce this custom to my dog friends, with some extremely strange results. (Memo to self: Keep human practices for humans.) Now, in March, I have word that my owner is going away and leaving me and Ragamuffins alone. (He doesn't know he's coming home to a torn couch due to Ragamuffins' anxiety issues.) By the way, I am sorry for not making my usual entry for two months. According to today's seance with the spirit of Poisy, Ragamuffins and I recieved a very hazy answer from Poisy's spirit, allow me to quote the massage in full: 4:33 PM--Maxy: "Ragamuffins, maybe we should concentrate harder. Oh, and FYI, let's burn a little more incense, shall we?" Ragamuffins: "OK. I'm burning more incense, Maxy. Want to count down to concentration?" Maxy: "Let's do it. 3, 2, 1, concentrate!" Poisy's spirit: "Ragamuffins, Maxy. I've waited so...I've waited so, so long to explain to you...to say I have to stay...heaven. Bye...I want to..." Maxy: "That wasn't so good. Ragamuffins, let's concentrate on asking Poisy's spirit to tell us what she wants." Ragamuffins: "No thanks. Let's try again tomorrow." And that's how it went. But, as an RE to my "Christmas???" entry, Ragamuffins and I could not finish our snow plane, and when the snow melted, so did our snow plane.
-Maxy
December 25th 2004 9:11 am
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Dear Log,
I have heard that my family is celebrating a holiday called Christmas, and Ragamuffins and I have observed that we are not allowed outside anymore to hold seances with Poisy's spirit, and cheesy TV shows with a fat, old weirdo wearing a big red suit and black boots and a red cap, said to be some sort of spirit called Santa Claus. Ragamuffins and I think he's from Heaven, so he must have met Poisy's spirit! Currently, we are trying to get in touch with this man, because we want to ask him if he's met Poisy and what they talked about together. This may be a sign of how Poisy is doing in Heaven, so Ragamuffins and I are desperate to meet this guy, and we are sure that the person in the mall is not Santa, but a cheap mimic!!!!!! All I can say is that these people are taking that mimic seriously, but we consider ourselves lucky that our owner can tell that he's a quack, and not the real thing. Ragamuffins and I are making a flying machine out of snow that will take us to the North Pole, where this guy is said to live. Ragamuffins and I are going to fly all the way up to Heaven, on the part that's right above the North Pole, and we hope we will find this Santa guy sitting in his house by the fireside (as he is depicted often), talking to Poisy. I confide in that idea, even if it may not exist at all.
-Maxy
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