Me and 3 of our rescued doggies

[Billy P]

I read all these post and me and my wife both were almost in tears. Our little Mittens is what they tell me now is called a Chi-Weenie. Part Chihauhau and part Miniature Daushaund (sp). We got her when she was about 6wks old. I could put her in my Tee-Shirt pocket. The people that had her, the husband was a certified low life mf ing SOB, no other way to put it. He was making his wife keep this puppy in the back of his old tore up pick-up. Now what's really messed up is that they would often leave on Thursday morning and not come back until Monday evening. We didn't even know that she was there or she would have been in the house with us a lot sooner, even if I had to beat his sorry ass. Anyway his wife came over one evening when he was gone and asked us if we wanted her, I said no that I didn't want a dog right then, but when she started telling us about having to leave her in that truck we told her we would give Mittens a try. About 1 minute after we took her in the house she had a good home for as long as we and she lives. I really believe in God and I also really believe that things often happen for a reason. I think God put her there for us and us there for her. Before March of 2000 if someone had told me that a dog would mean so much to me and my family I would have told them that they were stupid, now as broke as I usually stay and as little SS Disability as I draw I would not sell her for all the money in the great state of South Carolina. We love that little dog like she is our child. She has helped us all to be more appreciative of animals and each other. We all feel that we are better people for having Mittens, and we are looking for her a puppy now, so that when we have to be gone and can't take her with us she is not there by herself. Anyway enough misty eyed rambling from an old fart, so long until later and keep looking after the animals. Kindest Regards Billy P P.S. Mittens is equal opportunity about sharing her love, she likes cats too.

Edited January 14, 2008 by Billy P

[dsenette]

that's not a dog billy....that's a furry sausage (....wait...that sounds really dirty ....)...hehe cute pup!

[rdb]

A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them. After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road.

It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like Mother of Pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"

"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.

"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.

"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveller asked.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.

After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?"

"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there". The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in."

"How about my friend here?" the traveller gestured to the dog.

"There should be a bowl by the pump."

They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveller filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them.

"What do you call this place?" the traveller asked.

"This is Heaven," he answered.

"Well, that's confusing," the traveller said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."

"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's Hell."

"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"

"No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that they screen out the folks who'll leave their best friends behind."

[Beaverslayer]

That is so precious.

Ken

[Bob]

A priest, a Pentecostal preacher, and a rabbi

A priest, a Pentecostal preacher, and a rabbi all served as chaplains to the students of Northern Michigan University in Marquette. They would get together two or three times a week for coffee and to talk shop.

One day, someone made the comment that preaching to people isn't really all that hard. A real challenge would be to preach to a bear.

One thing led to another, and they decided to do a seven-day experiment. They would all go out into the woods, find a bear, preach to it, and attempt to convert it.

Seven days later, they're all together to discuss the experience.

Father Flannery, who has his arm in a sling, is on crutches, and has various bandages, goes first.

"Well," he says, "I went into the woods to find me a bear. And when I found him, I began to read to him from the Catechism. Well, that bear wanted nothing to do with me and began to slap me around. So I quick grabbed my holy water, sprinkled him and he became as gentle as a lamb. The bishop is coming out next week to give him first communion and confirmation."

Reverend Billy Bob spoke next. He was in a wheelchair, with an arm and both legs in casts, and an IV drip. In his best fire and brimstone oratory he proclaimed, "I went out and I FOUND me a bear. And then I began to read to him from God's HOLY WORD! But that bear wanted nothing to do with me. So I took HOLD of him and we began to rassle. We rassled down one hill, UP another and DOWN another until we came to a creek. So I quick DUNKED him and BAPTIZED his hairy soul. And he became as gentle as a lamb. We spent the rest of the week in fellowship, feasting on God's Holy Word and praising Jesus."

They both looked down at the rabbi, who was lying in a hospital bed. He was in a body cast and in traction with IVs and monitors running in and out of him. He was in bad shape.

The rabbi looked up and says, "You fellows don't know vat trouble is until you try to circumcise a bear."

[gary]

Great! I get to show off our dogs and share them with you.

Three Bernese Mountain Dogs. One of them (Gillen -named after a small town on the Isle of Skye o nthe North-west coast of Scotland) is trained to harness and is much easier to use than a wheelbarrow when mucking-out our horses. And I made the harness, of course.

He's the one wearing the backpack in the second photo. The other dog (Fergus - not named by us) was a rescue dog we got when he was a year old. He'd been bought for showing but is a nervous chap and could not have enjoyed being poked and prodded in the show ring. At least now he's got loads of space to roam. He'll carry a pack but turns into whirling kneecap remover when attached to a cart.

The pup (Corran - named after a small town on Loch Linhe near Fort William in Scotland) is too young to pull a cart or carry a pack yet; only 4 months old in the photo.

Great dogs, best burglar alarms we've had - Gillen and Fergus saved us from having our horse tack stolen last year - and good round the horses, sheep and cattle we've got round here. Just hope no-one tells the local burglars that they're pushovers if you've got a biscuit.

I see carting with dogs is quite popular in the US but we're very limited over here as it's been illegal on public roads in the UK since 1906 as we, historically, were prone to overload dog carts and were cruel to them. I don't sell many cart harnesses.

Gary

[dsenette]

hehe sweet! puppy tractors!

[Grunt]

Here is a pic of our two dogs. Both are rescue dogs!

The brown one is Jessie, a Rhodesian Ridgeback mix and Molly is the black and white Pointer. They are both wonderful dogs! Molly was abused by here previous owner, who was a veterinarian. Her foster parent offered to tell me who he was but I declined for fear of what I might do to him. :ranting: They are both the sweetest dogs!

Our dogs are our "fur-kids". ONe of our friends was over for a Christmas party, he commented "When I die I want to come back as one of your dogs"

Edited January 16, 2008 by Grunt

[leatheroo]

Ten Peeves that Dogs Have About Humans

'1'

Blaming your farts on me.....

not funny... not funny at all !!!

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'2'

Yelling at me for barking.

I'M A DOG, YOU IDIOT!

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'3'

Taking me for a walk, then

not letting me check stuff out.

Exactly whose walk is this anyway?

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'4'

Any trick that involves balancing

food on my nose. Stop it!

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'5'

Any haircut that involves bows or ribbons.

Now you know why we chew your stuff

up when you're not home.

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'6'

The sleight of hand, fake fetch throw.

You fooled a dog! Whoooo Hoooooooo what

a proud moment for the top of the food chain.

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'7'

Taking me to the vet for 'the big snip',

then acting surprised when I freak

out every time we go back!

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'8'

Getting upset when I sniff the crotches of your guests.

Sorry, but I haven't quite mastered that handshake thing yet.

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'9'

Dog sweaters. Hello ???

Haven't you noticed the fur?

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'10'

How you act disgusted when I lick myself.

Look, we both know the truth. You're just jealous.

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Now lay off me on some of these things.

We both know who's boss here!

You don't see me picking up your poop do you?

EVERY DOG HAS HIS DAY.

A DOG ALWAYS OFFERS UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.

CATS HAVE TO THINK ABOUT IT!