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Posted on 03/08/2003 2:13:54 PM PST by groanup
Okay. Let's here it for dogs. Post your favorite story, picture, adage, movie, etc.
My father-in-law once saw a bird dog get bitten in the nose by a large rattlesnake. The dog's nose swelled up to the size of a softball for about a week and then shrank to normal. The dog thought nothing of it.
I once worked with a Labrador Retriever on a pond on a cold day. The dog charged so hard so often into the water/ice that he eventually cut his chest and we had to put him in the truck for the rest of the day.
I have a Cairn Terrier (like Toto) who is deathly afraid of his dog bowl and sneaks up on it.
That's hilarious! Terriers are so comical. Mine sure keeps me grinning.
Canine Property Laws
- If I like it, it's mine.
- If it's in my mouth, it's mine.
- If I can take it from you, it's mine.
- If I had it a little while ago, it's mine.
- If it's mine, it must never appear to be yours in any way.
- If I'm chewing something up, all the pieces are mine.
- If it just looks like mine, it's mine.
- If I saw it first, it's mine.
- If you are playing with something and you put it down, it automatically becomes mine.
- If it's broken....It's yours.
They Call me Bear
My name is Bear, I roamed the world
With my friend called Minnie Pearl
We faithfully served our humans well
And guarded them, Im here to tell
We chased the deer and squirrels too
And raced the trails Oh how we flew!
I marked the yard and barked in glee
When the bowl was passed to me
I chased the ball and let it go
(I know Minnie just thinks Im slow)
I pressed my nose up to the pane
To see my friends who knew my name
I would talk theyd answer back
With barks and growls and thats a fact
The cats, the dogs, the people too
They loved me lots because they Knew
That I was the Bear.
I plowed through snow like a mighty ship
I cruised the fields and feared no whip
I loved life and it loved me
My world was of serenity
The sun shone warm upon my pelt
No lucky dog has ever felt
As free as I near mountains high
As my life went racing by
My belly full, my sister near
Life for me held no fear
I leave this world with few regrets
Ive had my say as do most pets
So shed a tear then smile with me
As I go to wait for family
Ill miss your hand upon my head
And all the words you ever said
Ill just be gone for a little bit
To prepare a place for you to sit
So I might lie at your feet
In a place of warmth and smells so sweet
Meet me at the Rainbow Span
And well explore another land
Just you and the Bear
Bear and Minnie are both gone now in the past year. Bear left us in April and Minnie in August. The vet said that they were taken down by lyme disease (even though we tried to protect them with tick and flea medicine and collars). We loved them both. A new addition to the family is Emma, an Australian Silky Terrier. She is a big dog in a little suit.
Where To Bury A Dog
There are various places within which a dog may be buried. We are thinking now of a setter, whose coat was flame in the sunshine, and who, so far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or an unworthy thought. This setter is buried beneath a cherry tree, under four feet of garden loam, and at its proper season the cherry strews petals on the green lawn of his grave. Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple, or any flowering shrub of the garden, is an excellent place to bury a good dog. Beneath such trees, such shrubs, he slept in the drowsy summer, or gnawed at a flavorous bone, or lifted head to challenge some strange intruder. These are good places, in life or in death. Yet it is a small matter, and it touches sentiment more than anything else.
For if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, questing, asking, laughing, begging, it matters not at all where that dog sleeps at long and at last. On a hill where the wind is unrebuked and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood, or somewhere in the flatness of a pasture land, where most exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to the dog, and all one to you, and nothing is gained, and nothing lost -- if memory lives. But there is one best place to bury a dog. One place that is best of all.
If you bury him in this spot, the secret of which you must already have, he will come to you when you call -- come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well-remembered path, and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel they should not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he is yours and he belongs there.
People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper pitched too fine for mere audition, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them then, for you shall know something that is hidden from them, and which is well worth the knowing.
The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.
by Ben Hur Lampman
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
I highly recommend adopting from a breed rescue organization, or your local Humane Society, unless you are in the dog show business. Even so, I have a 'show dog' and faithful companion -- he just doesn't have 'papers.'
When I was young I had a terrier mutt that followed me everywhere. Woods, railroad track, shopping center, barber shop, street corner, friends house, you name it. And it didn't matter if I walked or rode my bicycle that dog was right beside me.
My best friend closed his eyes last night,
As his head was in my hand.
The Doctors said he was in pain,
And it was hard for him to stand.
The thoughts that scurried through my head,
As I cradled him in my arms.
Were of his younger, puppy years,
And OH...his many charms.
Today, there was no gentle nudge
With an intense "I love you gaze",
Only a heart thats filled with tears
Remembering our joy filled days.
But an Angel just appeared to me,
And he said, "You should cry no more,
GOD also loves our canine friends,
He's installed a 'doggy-door"!
jan cooper '95
Yes, we didn't think we would ever have another dog after our 15 year old female Golden died several years ago. We couldn't see taking on a puppy, since we both work long hours. After four years 'dogless', I started "shopping" the breed rescue organizations on line. Finally I applied and ultimately we adopted a full grown dog.
We bring him to work with us every day where he gets plenty of socialization. He goes to obedience and agility training for fun. He has become an adored member of our family in such a short time.
We have taken him on cross country trips to spend Holidays with the grandchildren. He's a perfect companion and guest. He never barks, or whimpers, at the office. He's just wonderful. We haven't forgotten our previous Golden, but this big guy has just stolen our hearts.
I know that in Wisconsin, Golden Retriever Rescue of Wisconsin found excellent homes for more than 300 dogs last year. many of these dogs would have been put down without this wonderful organization.
And to mine as I read your words.
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