Good Morning Dolly.
Awesome thread.I love the letter to the pets and the rules.
LOL.
It's Oh so true.
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year- old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker and they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family there were no miracles left for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for the four-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion.
We sat together for a while after Belker's death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, "I know why."
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation.
He said, "People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life -- like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?" The four-year-old continued, "Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long."
Good morning all.
That was cute!
I enjoyed that and do I relate!!!
:)
Enforcing this kind of a rule can sometimes get you into serious trouble, as can be seen from the following protest e-mail my dog sent to his foster mother:
Dear Foster Mommy Pam and Uncle Tom:
Daddy just left, giving me an opportunity to get to the computer and tell you of the horrible anti-dog atrocity he committed yesterday against my innocent person.
All was going well in the morning when he let me out to do my business and socialize with other dogs while he took his shower and did other things. I even thought I would be able, as usual, to go right back into the house and get up up on my bed.
It was not to be the case.
While I was out I smelled the most intense, wonderful odor imaginable. On investigating, I found this unbelievably wonderful rotting carcass with the most enticing yellowish white ooze running all over it. I couldn't resist the goodness. I rolled in the carcass until I was slavered with the ooze, like a rack of ribs covered with BBQ sauce. Since it was all so wonderfully good, I thought Daddy Jim would appreciate it and would be happy to let me jump up on my bed and roll all over, sharing the goodness with him.
I was wrong.
When he let me in to the garage to get back into my house, he looked at me a little strangely, apparently seeing the goodness smeared all over me. Then he got within about ten feet, smelled it, and said I'd done "the mother of all shit rolls" and that I was going to get the "mother of all dog baths." That's when he showed what a hideous, sadistic torturer he was.
He didn't let me into my house. Instead, he went downstairs, got out a bottle of hideous green chemical, and turned on the cold water outdoors. I came when he called for me, but gave him the slip and ran up to the deck outside my bedroom. Then he went into the house, worked on this computer for a while, and came out by the pool. He disingenuously called to me, but I saw him holding another torture instrument, a leash, and tried to get back into the house on the lower level, where he cornered me.
Then the real torture began. He drenched me with cold water, and just added more when I tried to shake it off. Then he smeared the horrible green chemical all over me, worked it into a suds, and rinsed it, and much of the goodness, off. I thought that was the end of the horrible, unjustified torment, but I was wrong. Some of the goodness was still on me and it got on his T-shirt and the towel he used to dry me. That meant, once again mumbling about the "mother of all dog baths," he repeated the entire horrible torture, including the anit-dog chemical warfare. Finally, he let me back into my house, where I made a mad dash into the bedroom, followed by a levitating dive onto my bed.
Right now I'm suffering the after-effects of the torture, with a very soft coat and none of the goodness. Worst of all, that evil man has even plugged the hole in the fence I used to go out through to find the goodness.
I'm nothing but a love dog and I DON'T DESERVE THIS INHUMAN TORTURE. If you have any compassion, CALL PETA, CALL THE ASPCA, and make sure this horrible thing never happens again.
Your loving Foster Son
Uh-hmmm...
I'll have you know, I'm an excellent driver
-Jack
-Bailey and Jack
Props to my furbabies! The Dread Boston Salty is barking at the baby gate right now, and the Ferocious Feline Bebop Trio are scratching, grooming, and eating.
Don't know what I'd do without 'em!
I really enjoyed your post today...it really made my day.
I have some really cute pics of our Pembrook Welsh Corgi that I'll send to you for
another time, as I don't really know how to post photos on FR. We got our puppy just before jmpmstr4u2 went to Iraq. We call him "Trooper" for short, but his AKC name is: Parkys H Troop Stetson, because SFC Greg is in the Cavalry and they've worn the big black Stetson's (since the 1800's). Trooper is a Tri-color and has a little black head.....he is sooooo cute and we really love him alot.
He has really been a bright spot in our lives and especailly so when SFC Greg was deployed in Iraq, because Greg loves him so. Right now, jmpmstr4u2 is
in Ft. Bliss with his new unit...the 91st, but should be back in home soon.
Thanks a bunch for all that posted these wonderful pet pics...nothing can
put a smile on the face like an adorable pet photo.
ping me
I can relate.
