Skip to comments.Letter to Santa, from a shelter dog
Posted on 12/25/2013 5:04:44 PM PST by US Navy Vet
Dear Santa Claws,
Some people dont believe in you, but I do, because last year you brought me a tube of tennis balls, some yummy treats, a new dog sweater, and a plush, fleecy blue sheep that goes Baaa-aaa-aaa when I squeeze and chew on him. I stayed awake a long time next to the fireplace on Christmas Eve, waiting for you to come down, but I never did see you. Just my human Mom and Dad putting some packages under the tree. Thank you for those nice gifts last year! You are pretty special if you can sneak in past me!
This year I only want one thing for me for Christmas, and I promise, promise, promise that Ive been good. My human Mom and Dad and sister and brother need your help a lot more than I do. See, Santa, my Dad lost something that was important to him this summer
something called a job. I looked for it all over the house and yard, but I dont know what a job looks or smells like, so I couldnt find it. He stayed upset for a very long time, and Mom got upset too, and they yelled at each other, and my brother and sister cried, and I dont really understand.
(Excerpt) Read more at dogheirs.com ...
I can’t do it.
Not related, but still:
Anyone who thinks it’s cool to buy a dog instead of rescuing a dog needs to read this.
I don’t mean to be “heartless” especially not on Christmas Day, BUT:
“Right after that, Dad started staying home all the time and worrying and drinking beer and yelling and sleeping too much. Mom went out and found a different job but I guess it isnt a very special one, like the one Dad lost”
Maybe if “Dad” would spent his time working hard at trying to get another job, there would have been a better outcome...
Right after that, Dad started staying home all the time and worrying and drinking beer and yelling and sleeping too much. Mom went out and found a different job but I guess it’s a very special one, cause he keeps telling her
she’s “sitting on a gold mine”.
While I’m up for a good tear jerker from time to time
right now I’m about worn out.
You can buy a lot of dog food for what it costs to drink. Yelling at my wife in front of our 120lb Rott/Lab mix rescue dog, even by me, would not be a good career move.
I feel bad for the dog, but I wish they hadn’t started the article with trying to make us feel sorry for the beer-drinking, abusive “Dad” who sleeps and yells, watches his wife get a job, instead of working hard to find a job himself. He should be put into a “shelter”.
The last day of work for my wife in Texas before we moved from Texas back to Mississippi she adopted two pups from a co-worker who was taking them to the pound. They are mix breed Terriers and litter mates. This is a picture of Semper (male). She told him he better get packed up as we were leaving in the morning. and he packed himself in my travel bag and promptly fell asleep.
This is him before his nap time took him over.
Oh we can't forget about his sister Fi
A Black and White Cutie
We are all living happly in Mississippi this Christmas day
I could not read it either.
Adorable pups. Glad to hear you rescued them and gave them a good home.
We have a German Shepherd-bloodhound mix, a basset, and a mix-mix. All shelter dogs. All abandoned. And all now part of the family.
Rescued dogs seem more grateful.
And ~my~ spoiled slobs are annoyed and bickering because they can’t *all* fit on the sofa with me.
Wish they could read, too.
Soooo cute! I can actually feel their silky softness right through the computer monitor. I wonder what kind of “terrier” is supposed to be part of their heritage? Surely not one of the larger breeds, judging from their paws. Give them a big hug from me!
Yeah, I’m glad I didn’t go there.
When I hear something like what you just said, it makes me feel GOOD. I know that at least some dogs have good lives, and are loved.
So adorable I can’t stand it