PAM VON D. - RIP BULLIE & SHADOW CHANCE

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IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY PRECIOUS BABY GIRL.

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THIS IS MY WONDERFUL FRIENDS AT THE DAWG POUND IN THE JACUZZI. MY TITS ARE FLOATATION DEVICES IN CASE I HAVE TO RESCUE ONE OF THEM. I LUBBA THEM ALL.
HANDLE EVERY STRESSFUL SITUATION LIKE A DOG IF YOU CAN'T EAT IT OR HUMP IT, PISS ON IT, AND WALK AWAY!
I'm a very nutty person with a warped sense of humor. I'm trustworthy and easy to get along with. I'm divorced with no children. My poodle was my baby. Unfortunately, I had to have her put to sleep on August 14, 2006. She had kidney failure, and I miss her deeply. I watched her take her last breath, and it was the hardest thing I ever did in my life. I will never get over it. She was my angel and soul mate. I lost a piece of my heart and soul that day.
I suffer from depression and anxiety, so when I lost my poodle (aka: Baby Girl) it hit me hard. I just wanted to die too. I take medications and am in therapy for depression and anxiety. I've suffered with this disease for most of my life. Some days are better than others. Sometimes I feel like I'm on an emotional rollercoaster, and I just want to get off of this wild ride. Maybe some of you can relate to what I'm writing. Anyway, take a look around my page. This page represents my personality. It has a little bit of everything.
TO MY BABY GIRL: It has been over a year since you left me. I still think of you every day and talk to you every night before I go to sleep. I love you with all my heart. When I finally get to see you again one day, it will be one of the happiest days of my life. Just to hold you in my arms and kiss your little precious face will bring the greatest joy to my heart and soul. Until then, rest easy knowing that your momma will see you again, and nothing will ever keep us apart.
"Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakend." Anatole France
"We must fight against the spirit of unconscious cruelty with which we treat the animals. Animals suffer as much as we do. True humanity does not allow us to impose such sufferings on them. It is our duty to make the whole world recognize it. Until we extend our circle of compassion to all living things, humanity will not find peace." Albert Schweitzer, The Philosophy of Civilization
."If you have men who will exclude any of God's creatures from the shelter of compassion and pity, you will have men who will deal likewise with their fellow men." St. Francis of Assisi
."No matter how little money and how few possessions you own, having a dog makes you rich." ~Louis Sabin
.I ask people why they have deer heads on their walls. They always say because it's such a beautiful animal. Well, I think my mother is attractive, but I just keep photographs of her. -- Ellen DeGeneres
Behind every beautiful fur, there is a story. It is a bloody, barbaric story - Mary Tyler Moore
As custodians of the planet it is our responsibility to deal with all species with kindness, love and compassion. That these animals suffer through human cruelty is beyond understanding. Please help stop this madness. Richard Gere
Compassion for animals is intimately connected with goodness of character; and it may be confidently asserted that he who is cruel to animals cannot be a good man. --Arthur Schopenhauer
"Who kicks a dog kicks his own soul towards hell." - Will Judy
â€œAnimals are reliable, many full of love, true in their affections, predictable in their actions, grateful and loyal. Difficult standards for people to live up to.â€~Alfred A. Montapert
When an unloved creature suffers and dies Heaven Rages and Angels cry.â€”Nan Sea Love
A PARTING PRAYER
Dear Lord, please open your gates and call St. Francis to come escort this beloved companion across the Rainbow Bridge.
Assign her to a place of honor, for she has been a faithful servant and has always done her best to please me.
Bless the hands that send her to you, for they are doing so in love and compassion, freeing her from pain and suffering.
Grant me the strength not to dwell on my loss. Help me remember the details of her life with the love she has shown me. And grant me the courage to honor her by sharing those memories with others.
Let her remember me as well and let her know that I will always love her. And when it's my time to pass over into your paradise, please allow her to accompany those who will bring me home.
Thank you, Lord, for the gift of her companionship and for the time we've had together.
And thank you, Lord, for granting me the strength to give her to you now.Amen.
Brandy Duckworth, 1998

ALWAYS REMEMBER, I AM WITH YOU.
CELINE DION - FLY
Fly, fly little wing
Fly beyond imagining
The softest cloud, the whitest dove
Upon the wind of heaven's love
Past the planets and the stars
Leave this lonely world of ours
Escape the sorrow and the pain
And fly again
Fly, fly precious one
Your endless journey has begun
Take your gentle happiness
Far too beautiful for this
Cross over to the other shore
There is peace forevermore
But hold this mem'ry bittersweet Until we meet
Fly, fly do not fear
Don't waste a breath, don't shed a tear
Your heart is pure, your soul is free
Be on your way, don't wait for me
Above the universe you'll climb
On beyond the hands of time
The moon will rise, the sun will set
But I won't forget
Fly, fly little wing
Fly where only angels sing
Fly away, the time is right
Go now, find the light
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My Interests

ANIMAL RIGHTS, MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES AND STIGMA, HEALTH CARE FOR EVERYONE AND SECURING OUR BORDERS. I like the internet, shopping, tattoos, watching movies, listening to music, dancing, going to dinner and spending time with friends and family. I absolutely love Frappucinos, strawberry lemonade, chocolate, dying my hair every other week (red, copper, brown, highlighted), cosmetics of every kind, dolls, teddy bears, angels, fairies, shoes, and jewelry of all kinds. I need help!!!!! LOL

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Albert Schweitzer's Prayer for the Animals

Hear our humble prayer, O God, for our friends the animals, especially for animals who are suffering; for any that are hunted or lost or deserted or frightened or hungry; for all that will be put to death. We entreat for them all Thy mercy and pity, and for those who deal with them we ask a heart of compassion and gentle hands and kindly words. Make us, ourselves, to be true friends to animals and so to share the blessings of the merciful.

MY PRAYER FOR THE ANIMALS. PLEASE LET ALL OF THE ANIMAL ABUSERS BE SET ON FIRE, STARVED, HANGED, MAIMED AND/OR SHOT. THEY ARE TOO SICK, EVIL AND TWISTED TO WALK AMONG THIS PLANET. MAY THEY ROT IN HELL. AMEN!

HOW COULD YOU? By Jim Willis, 2001

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.
We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments,never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.
Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject.
I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room.
A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come,but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters. Please use this to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.
Please pass this on to everyone, not to hurt them or make them sad, but it could save maybe, even one, unwanted pet.
Remember...They love UNCONDITIONALLY.

Music:

I like a variety of music: Rock, Country, Top 40, Disco, Metal, Hip Hop, Rap, Contemporary Christian and Relaxation. Some of my favorite artists are Disturbed, Nickelback, Akon, Bon Jovi, Justin Timberlake, Mercy Me, Kid Rock, Ying Yang Twins, Tim McGraw, Evanescence, and Suzie McNeil.

Movies:

I'm really into horror movies, especially vampires. There is something sexy and mysterious about them. Some of my favorite movies are Van Helsing, Underworld, Vampires, Interview with a Vampire, Jeepers Creepers, The Curse, Fright Night, The Ref, Scent of a Woman, Lake Placid, Congo, Grumpier Old Men, Lord of The Rings, Gothika, The Covenant, Prancer, Million Dollar Baby, Mystic River, Joy Ride, Old School, Steel Magnolias, and 3000 Miles to Graceland.

Television:

One of my all time favorites is the Golden Girls. I also love Will and Grace, Ghost Hunters, Intervention, First 48, The Closer, Dr. G: Medical Examiner, American Idol,Lisa Williams - Life Among the Dead, John Edward - Cross Country, and Blood Ties.

Books:

I don't read a lot of books. I do like dog books. I read magazines like People, US, In Touch, Allure, and The Animals Voice.

Heroes:

RIP BULLIE
JANUARY 28, 1998 - JUNE 9, 2008
RIP SHADOW CHANCE
JUNE 13, 2008

THE DOG WITH WILLPOWER, HEART AND SOUL.
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CHANGE - VIDEO BY BOX OF RAIN

WITH JUST ONE CLICK A DAY, YOU CAN FEED
ANIMALS IN NEED. PLEASE CLICK THE BANNER BELOW.
WITH JUST ONE CLICK A DAY, YOU CAN PROVIDE FREE MAMMOGRAMS FOR WOMEN WHO CAN'T AFFORD ONE. PLEASE CLICK THE BANNER BELOW.

GO AHEAD! MAKE MY DAY!

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WHAT IN THE HELL ARE THOSE THINGS HANGING DOWN? I THINK I'LL TAKE A BITE AND FIND OUT!!!

My Blog

Updated Version - In Memory of My Baby Girl

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Be The Voice by Tracey J.

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A DOG SITS WAITING

A Dog Sits Waiting Unknown A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun, Too faithful to leave, too frightened to run. He's been here for days now, with nothing to do, But sit by ...
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THE PERFECT MAN

WELL, I KNOW EVERYONE WILL GET A KICK OUT OF THIS.MY IDEA OF THE PERFECT MAN IS ONE WHO HAS TATTOOS, HAS A LOVE FOR ANIMALS AND ANIMAL RIGHTS, HAS NO CHILDREN, DOESN’T DO DRUGS OR SMOKE CIGARETT...
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Celine Dion - Fly

Celine Dion - Fly LyricsFly, fly little wingFly beyond imaginingThe softest cloud, the whitest doveUpon the wind of heaven's lovePast the planets and the starsLeave this lonely world of ours...
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TALKING DOGS

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WHO I AM

WHO I AMI am not my hair, my eyes, my nose or my mouth.I am not my skin or the shape of any of my body parts.I am not the IQ of my brain.I am not the sound of my voice or the volume of my laughter.I a...
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IVE BEEN TAGGED BY TINK...YOU LITTLE SHIT!

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