"It's Just a DOG"To anyone who says, "It's just a dog:"You are the reason rescues exist, why thousands of dogs die everyday in shelters, homeless and unwanted.You are the backyard breeder or puppy miller, who looks at a dog and sees dollar signs, who cares nothing for the inevitable decline in the dog's health after having litter upon litter of puppies, nor for the countless dogs who will now die in shelters because the puppies you breed have taken up their homes.You are the supporter of these backyard breeders and puppy mills, willing to pay $500 or more for a puppy rather than $90 for a rescued dog, because having a pedigree to show off to friends is more important than saving the life of a true and loyal companion.You are the one who trains dogs to fight, whether for sport or protection, thus abusing your dog and bringing the call for the extermination of an entire breed of perfectly wonderful dogs.You are the one who thinks nothing of putting your dog to sleep because it doesn't go with the furniture, or it urinates on the carpet, while at the same time balking at the thought of spanking an unruly child.You are the one who dumps your dog at the shelter when you move, because you're too lazy to find pet-friendly housing.You are the one who keeps your dog tied up outside, only bothering to provide the occasional bowls of food and water and possibly a tree for shade, because after all, it is just a dog, right?To the 90 year old woman in the nursing home, abandoned by her family, yearning for companionship, stroking the fur of a new friend with the words "Therapy Dog" on its side, it's not just a dog.To the young child who has become literate by reading aloud to a dog in the classroom, it's not just a dog.To the person with skin cancer who had it detected by a dog when the doctors couldn't, it's not just a dog.To the blind man who now can see through his companion, it's not just a dog.To anyone who has been in bed, sick with the flu, and has felt the warmth of that cold nose as he curls up between your legs to give you comfort, it's not just a dog.To anyone who comes home from a hard day of work to be greeted by someone who's so happy to see you they can't stop wiggling, it's not just a dog.To anyone who has cried at Old Yeller, because they know what it's like to lose their best friend, to know that their friend is suffering and though it may be hard, the best thing to do is to help them go peacefully, it's not just a dog.When you say, "It's just a dog," you really mean, "Why should I care about it? Dogs aren't important. They're useless. They don't give anything to us, so why should I give them anything in return? Why do I have to care about their feelings? They don't matter in the grand scheme of things. It's just a dog."To everyone who says, "It's just a dog," I just have this to say to you:You're just a human.
To My Guardian AngelThere I sat, alone and afraid,
You got a call and came right to my aid.You bundled me up with blankets and love.
And, when I needed it most, you gave me a hug.I learned that the world was not all that scary and cold.
That sometimes there is someone to have and to hold.You taught me what love is, you helped me to mend.
You loved me and healed me and became my first friend.And just when I thought you'd done all you do,
There came along not one new lesson, but two.First you said, "sweet bully, you're ready to go.
I've done all I can, and you've learned all I know."Then you bundled me up with a blanket and kiss.
Along came a new family, they even have kids!They took me to their home, forever to stay.
At first I thought you sent me away.Then that second lesson became perfectly clear.
No matter how far, you will always be near.And so, my guardian angel you know I've moved on.
I have a new home, with toys and a lawn.But I'll never forget what I learned that first day.
You never really give your fosters away.You gave me these thoughts to remember you by.
We may never meet again, and now I know why.You'll remember I lived with you for a time.
I may not be yours, but you'll always be mine.A DOGS SOULEvery dog must have a soul
Somewhere deep inside
Where all his hurts and grievances
Are buried with his pride.Where he decides the good and bad,
The wrong way from the right,
And where his judgement carefully
Is hidden from our sight.A dog must have a secret place
Where every thought abides,
A sort of close acquaintance that
He trusts in and confides.And when accused unjustly for
Himself, he cannot speak,
Rebuked, he finds within his soul
The comfort he must seek.He'll love, though he is unloved,
And he'll serve though badly used,
And one kind word will wipe away
The times when he's abused.Although his heart may break in two
His love will still be whole,
Because God gave to every dog
An understanding soul!
NOBODY'S DOG Today, I found Nobody's Dog.
Her ribs were beginning to show throughAt first, she tucked her tail tightly and ran,
Then, ever hopeful, returned with a tentative wagI bet she was cute as a puppy.
Somebody picked her out special, took her home,
And made her believe she would always be loved;
But some humans changer their minds
As often as dirty socks.Even so, the betrayed black dog is still loving them,
Futilely waiting for them to come back for her
She had a name once, and now she can't understand,
For you see, a dog's love never dies.Today, I found Nobody's Dog.
One of millions abandoned each year
By owner's who take the coward way out.They won't see her slowly starve or freeze to death,
Be hit by a car, or live at the mercy of strangers,
As she begs for a scrap of attentionToday, the Shelter rescued Nobody's Dog.
There, she'll be fed, she'll be loved, and hopefully
She'll be claimed by a more fitting, deserving human.If not, she'll go to an even better place,
One where dogs are always loved,
And are never thrown away on a cruel whimBut, she still yearns…
To be Somebody's Dog once more
I'd like to meet:
love begins with a smile,
grows with a kiss,
and ends with a teardrop
any guy that makes you cry
more than he makes you smile
isn't worth it
Don't be sad that it ended...
Be happy that it happened!
PLEASE ADD STORM RESCUE hearts will never be practical
until they are made unbreakable
its not about being who everyone
else wants you to be; its about
being yourself && finding someone
who loves every bit of it
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Music:
For a while I survived, only because you cared.You cared in spite of the horrors you’d seen. The visions of the dead haunt you; those you could not reach in time and the wounded that
died in your arms. In memory of them, you still cry til your eyes are fire. Yet you risked heartache again and tried to save one more – Me.In the one week you gave me, I learned about human love so profound that I began to forget my anguish: the stabbings and the flames. With your prayers and your thoughts, you urged me to heal. I felt your words envelop me; sooth me. I am grateful that you tried.I would wish for you a cleansing of the memory of me when I first arrived so tortured and so raw; but without me, without Sweet Charity, without
your worry for the abandoned and the lost to spur you on, those misguided people who seek to hurt us would never have a chance to see the
error of their ways. You must continue to stand and say: “It is a crime to hurt an animal. It is criminal to abuse or neglect them.â€So instead, I will wish for you strength above strength to continue the fight and our saving; the courage to seek justice and light on days
you find nothing but thick, black, hateful sludge coursing though abusers’ veins; that your peaceful sleep be guarded by angels of
fur wearing tags inscribed: “Rescued by the Caring People of Operation Kindness.â€To us, you are the angels. Press on.We need you.Love, MercyP. S. - Don’t be sad that I’m gone.Heaven is beautiful. I’m saving you a place beside me.
I like all kinds of music
Movies:
Alot of movies just askWhy didn't you say goodbye?????"Woof!" I said as you started the car,
"Hooray!" I said, it's my first time afar.The scents we were passing were all new to me,
For it was my first introduction to this mysterty.As we got out of the car I embraced you with joy,
After all you remembered to bring my favorite toy!You threw it once or twice, of which I retrieved,
But on the third it seemed you were ready to leave.You threw it long and hard and I chased it like lightning,
But when I turned to bring it back I saw a sight quite frightening.I gripped my toy hard as I tried to comprehend
What it was I did wrong to make our relationship end.You walked back to your car as I sat there still loyal.
Why am I subservient and you so royal?Your engine started, and you peeled out into the night,
You didn't even care about my overwhelming fright.As I sat in my pose determined you would come back,
The sun faded behind me while the surroundings turned black.Day after day I stayed in that park,
Lying... waiting... too feeble to bark.As I lay there dying thinking of you master,
I asked myself how I got into this horrifying disaster.With my last breath of life, I whispered your name
Then I collapsed in a heap overrun by pain.Why didn't you love me master? Why didn't you care?
Had I no significance, was I just a clump of hair?I stayed there master and I waited for you
I guess taking care of me was just too much to do.I'm gone now master, no more You-and-I
But what I can't figure out is why you didn't even say goodbye...
You Didn't Even Say Goodbye WHY?
Television:
BYE BABYNo more lonely cold nights or hearing that I'm bad
No more growling belly from the meals I never had.
No more scorching sunshine with a water bowl that's dry.
No more complaining neighbors about the noise when I cry.
No more hearing "shut up", "get down" or "get out of here"!
No more feeling disliked, only peace is in the air.
Euthanasia is a blessing, though some still can't see
why I was ever born If I weren't meant to be.
My last day of living was the best I ever had.
Someone held me very close, I could see she was very sad.
I kissed the lady's face, and she hugged me as she cried.
I wagged my tail to thank her, then I closed my eyes and died.
Books:
Pit Bull PoemTheir love is like no other,
their heart as pure as gold.
Yet while going on a friendly walk,
they're faced with stares of cold.They're so very close to human,
in how they act and what they do,
Unless you've known their devoted love,
it's impossible to explain to you.They are greatly more misunderstood,
than any other breed.
We tend to punish this loyal dog,
Instead of mankind's deeds.They are always and forever clowns,
with a wish for center stage.
Yet while displaying this sense of humor,
most people disengage.They, oh, so want to make new friends,
and run and jump and play.
Yet when they happily approach,
most people shy away.Often I've seen children poke,
or hop on for a ride.
And when I felt they might get mad,
they've only beamed with pride.I've seen these children yank and pull,
with nary a reaction.
Yet media's not interested,
unless they've put someone in traction.When other dogs have made the news,
this breed's name they affix.
But when this brave dog saves the day,
they call him "Boxer mix".They love to snuggle up real close,
to give lots of loves and kisses,
Yet they suffer more than any,
from unfair prejudices.Their tails wag hard and hips twist, too,
more so than other mutts.
So those of us who know the breed,
we call them "wiggle butts".What animal do I speak of,
Whose love is so unique?
If you've truly known one,
you know of whom I speak.There is no creature on this Earth
who will ever make you merrier.
The animal I do speak of,
it's the American Pit Bull Terrier.
Heroes:
How Could You?
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 housetraining 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, 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 have defended them with my life if need be.I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. 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 or cat, 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 goodbye 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, 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. 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 meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
Hmmmm pitbull sweet great animals be jugded by the world as mean & heartless but its man that is mean & hurts for wanted to take our loved animals animals I will fight for ever for all animalsA PAT ON TH HEADYou walked right past me like I wasn't even there, not even a pat on my head nor a glance my way.You walked right past, thinking only of your plans ahead… Gotta get to the store, , have to pay the bills, the kids need shoes , who's gonna fix that broken door?You didn't once notice my longing stare. I just wanted a pat on the head, to hear you say," Good boy, I'll be right back".Even that much would have been OK…. but you had so many plans for the rest of the day…I heard the door, ran to you, waggin my tail like all good doggies do. I tried my best, hoping for a little love from you.."Not now, little one, later OK, later, when the kids are in bed."The lights are out, the house is quiet. It's my turn now, I just know it…
You ran up the stairs, not a glance my way, thinking of your plans for the following day.So much to do, make-up to try, What clothes to wear for the new job interview. I lay back down, time's running out.I see the magical colors of the Rainbow, so vivid ahead; Gold and pink, blue and red.All I wanted was on a pat on the head….
WHEN TOMORROW STARTS WITHOUT MEWhen tomorrow starts without me,
And I'm not there to see;
The sun will rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me.I wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today,
Remembering how I'd lay my head
In your lap that special way.
I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too.But when tomorrow starts without me.
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name
And petted me with her hand.
She said my place was ready,
In Heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind
All those I dearly love.But, as I turned to heel away,
A tear fell from my eye,
For all my life I never thought
That I would have to die.
I had so much to live for,
So many sits and downs to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.I thought about our lives together,
I know you must be sad,
I thought of all the love we shared,
And all the fun we had.Remember how I'd nudge your hand,
And poke you with my nose?
The frisbee I would gladly chase,
The bad guy, I'd "bark and hold".If I could relive yesterday,
Just even for awhile,
I'd wag my tail and kiss you,
Just so I could see you smile.But, then I fully realized,
That this could never be;
For emptiness and memories
Will take the place of me.
And when I thought of treats and toys,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you and when I did,
My dog-heart filled with sorrow.But then I walked through Heaven's gate,
And felt so much at home;
As God looked down and smiled at me,
From His beautiful golden throne.
He said, "This is eternity,
And now we welcome you,
Today your life on earth is past,
But here it starts anew.I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last;
For you see, each days's the same day,
There's no longing for the past.
Now you have been so faithful,
So trusting, loyal and true;
Though there were times you did things,
You knew you shouldn't do.But good dogs are forgiven,
And now at last you're free;
So won't you sit here by my side,
And wait right here with me?"
So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don't think we're far apart.
For every time you think of me,
I'm right there, in your heart.
