CHELSEA MAC

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DOG TAILS

Here is a selection of stories and poems I came across while surfing the internet. Some are funny and some are real tear jerkers (I'll warn you about the ones I find real sad). I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I did.

DOGS LIVE HERE

My dogs and I live in this house. You are welcome to come and visit me anytime but I have a few things that you must understand before you visit:

You must expect a few dog hairs to stick to your clothes. I vacuum and clean on a regular basis, but dogs lives in this house too.

You may be licked and given a paw a few times but they do this because they love people and wants to say "Hello", so if you feel that you are too good for their love then you may not feel welcome here because this is their home too.

My dogs are well mannered and very clean but if you are one of those people who think all animals are dirty and smelly then you and I will probably have difficulty feeling comfortable during your visit.

If you don't like the sound of barking, then my home is not likely to be a pleasant place for you. My dogs protect me by letting me know I have a visitor. Whether it be a friend or uninvited stranger. If you are a friend, my dogs will consider you their friend too but if you are an unwelcome guest, my dogs will protect me with their life as I would theirs.

Do not expect me to lock my dogs in another room during your visit. I have trained my dogs well so they will not do anything to you except maybe want a pat on the head. I will not subject them to feel as if they are being punished by locking them away for no reason. That would just be cruel.

When you walk in my home, be careful not to trip on a squeaky toy or a bone. These are my dog's little treasures and I will not take them away from them just to show you that I keep a clean house. They know where all their toys are.

They may not look like much to you, but to them they are worth more than gold. You see, this is our home. We have been together for a long time. I raised them into a well mannered, beautifully behaved dogs. I am proud of them. I consider them my personal gift from God. They have done nothing but give me their endless love and devotion for many years. I love them dearly and want to make their years happy ones. As happy as they make mine.

When you go home to your family, they stay here with me. Fine and loving companions. They are my family and I wouldn't change that for the world.

When I was sick, they stayed right by my side as I did theirs when they were not having a good day. A better friend I could not ask for. When no one else cared, my dogs did. They have given me nothing but pure joy and I love them endlessly.

So please understand that I am not being rude. I'm just looking out for my best friend.

~unknown

CANINE LIFE RULES

If dogs could teach us we would learn things such as:

  1. when loved ones come home, always run to greet them
  2. never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride
  3. allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy
  4. when it’s in your best interest - practice obedience
  5. let others know when they have invaded your territory
  6. take naps and stretch before rising
  7. run, romp and play daily
  8. thrive on attention and let people touch you
  9. avoid biting, when a simple growl will do
  10. on warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass
  11. on hot days, drink lots of water and lay under a shady tree
  12. when your are happy, dance and wag your entire body
  13. no matter how often you are scolded, don’t buy into the guilt thing and pout…run right back and make friends
  14. delight in the simple joy of a long walk
  15. eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough
  16. be loyal
  17. never pretend to be something you are not
  18. if what you want lies buried, dig until you find it
  19. when someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently

Applying the above lessons to your life should make it a little less RUFF!

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 Shane could 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, "Everybody is born so that they can learn how to live a good life -- like loving everybody and being nice, right?" The four-year-old continued, "Well, animals already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long."

Remember I said some of the stories might be real tear jerkers? Well this is one that always brings tears or two to my eyes. So if you are like me, before you start reading this one you had better get a box of tissue nearby, just in case.

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 belly rub.

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.

This isn't really a story about dogs, but I am very proud supporter of our police officers and all that they do. They are very brave men and women.

TEARS OF A COP

I have been where you fear to be.

I have seen what you fear to see.

I have done what you fear to do.

All these things I've done for you.



I am the one you lean upon.

The one you cast your scorn upon.

The one you bring your troubles to,

All these people I've been for you.



The one you ask to stand apart.

The one you feel should have no heart.

The one you call the officer in blue.

But I am human, just like you.



And through the years I've come to see

That I am not what you ask of me.

So take this badge and take this gun.

Will you take it?

Will anyone?



And when you watch a person die,

And hear a battered baby cry.

Then so you think that you can be

All those things you ask of me?

The Golden Retriever: Man's Best Friend

By Michael Russell

The Golden Retriever is a popular breed of dog that was used as a retrieving dog while hunting wild fowl in the past. It is one of the most common dogs for families now as it is very tolerant, easy to handle and doesn't require much from the owners besides exercise, food and visits to the vet. Though known to get along well with other dogs and people, they sometimes get human traits and then are not very fond of other dogs. Due to its friendly nature, Golden Retrievers are not good watchdogs. However, they are liked for their fondness of people.

Golden Retrievers are athletic dogs that are well balanced. They are a large breed, but are slightly longer than they are tall. Golden Retrievers have an outgoing temperament with a very luxurious coat. The coat is usually straight, waterproof and dense. Golden Retrievers do not have hard, silky, or wool-like hair. As they become older, their coats can become darker in color while the fur around their face whitens.

Golden Retrievers are about 22 to 24 inches tall but reach that height after only one year of age. After their second year, they maintain their weight at 60 to 75 pounds.

This breed of dog is quite active, but also very patient. Their history as dogs sitting and waiting for the catch during hunts may be the cause of this. They also enjoy cold water, which may also be a trait gained from their hunting past. Retrievers are affectionate towards people and are often used as therapy dogs because of this. Though they are intelligent, they require a companion to be happy which makes them great assistance dogs. Golden Retrievers also enjoy retrieving anything, from tennis balls to frisbees.

Golden Retrievers were grown in Scotland and come from a cross of a yellow dog, Nous and a Tweed Water Spaniel named Belle. They continued to breed as they were the idea of the best hunting dog. The idea was to create a dog that was not only powerful but gentle and affectionate towards people.

Unfortunately since they are often profitable dogs, many corrupt breeders don't take care of them and they are prone to quite a few diseases. Hip dysplasia is a common problem in the breed, along with von Willebrand's disease and cataracts. Potential owners should check to make sure that the parents of the dog had healthy hips as well.

Since purebred Golden Retrievers are in high demand, many are sadly abandoned by owners who no longer care for them. The dogs end up in animal shelters, but fortunately there are many organizations which try to rescue and adopt these abandoned Golden Retrievers. They are often placed in foster homes until a permanent home for them is found.

There are also quite a few famous Golden Retrievers, such as Comet from Full House, the star of the movie Air Bud, Liberty, President Ford's pet and Speedy from The Drew Carey Show. Golden Retrievers are popular because of their caring attitude towards people and the wonderful companionship that they can bring to a family.

Michael Russell Your Independent guide to Dogs

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A MAN'S BEST FRIEND IS HIS DOG

Ever wonder where the old saying, "A man's best friend is his dog," came from? Well, if you guessed Warrensburg, Missouri, you were right!

Senator George Graham Vest won a court battle and the ears of dog lovers everywhere when he paid his famous tribute to the dog during the 1870 Burden vs. Hornsby court case in Warrensburg.

Gentlemen of the Jury: "The best friend a man has in this world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it the most. A man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads. The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him and the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog."

"Gentleman of the Jury, a man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the wounds and sores that encounters the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens."

"If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies. When the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even to death."

Just a short video about a Goldie and a kitten. I can certainly relate to this as my little sister the KAT can be just as playful (annoying??) as this little guy.

This is just so darn cute!

Dear Dogs and Cats:

The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. The jig's up, I just happen to know that dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.

For the last time, there is NOT a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years -- canine or feline attendance is not mandatory.

The proper order is kiss me, THEN go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough!

To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:

Rules for Non-Pet Owners Who Visit and Like to Complain About Our Pets:

  1. They live here. You don't.
  2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. (That's why they call it "fur"niture.)
  3. I like my pets a lot better than most people.
  4. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.

DOGS and CATS VS CHILDREN

AND. . . .

DOG DICTIONARY

LEASH: A strap which attaches to your collar, enabling you to lead your person where you want him/her to go.

DOG BED: any soft, clean surface, such as the white bedspread in the guest room or the newly upholstered couch in the living room.

DROOL: Is what you do when your persons have food and you don't. To do this properly you must sit as close as you can and look sad and let the drool fall to the floor, or better yet, on their laps.

SNIFF: A social custom to use when you greet other dogs. Place your nose as close as you can to the other dog's rear end and inhale deeply, repeat several times, or until your person makes you stop.

GARBAGE CAN: A container which your neighbors put out once a week to test your ingenuity. You must stand on your hind legs and try to push the lid off with your nose. If you do it right you are rewarded with margarine wrappers to shred, beef bones to consume and moldy crusts of bread.

BICYCLES: Two-wheeled exercise machines, invented for dogs to control body fat. To get maximum aerobic benefit, you must hide behind a bush and dash out, bark loudly and run alongside for a few yards; the person then swerves and falls into the bushes, and you prance away.

DEAFNESS: This is a malady which affects dogs when their persons want them in and they want to stay out. Symptoms include staring blankly at the person, then running in the opposite direction, or lying down.

THUNDER: This is a signal that the world is coming to an end. Humans remain amazingly calm during thunderstorms, so it is necessary to warn them of the danger by trembling uncontrollably, panting, rolling your eyes wildly, and following at their heels.

WASTEBASKET: This is a dog toy filled with paper, envelopes, and old candy wrapper. When you get bored, turn over the basket and strew the papers all over the house until your person comes home

SOFAS: Are to dogs like napkins are to people. After eating it is polite to run up and down the front of the sofa and wipe your whiskers clean.

BATH: This is a process by which the humans drench the floor, walls and themselves. You can help by shaking vigorously and frequently.

LEAN: Every good dogs's response to the command "sit!", especially if your person is dressed for an evening out. Incredibly effective before black-tie events.

BUMP: The best way to get your human's attention when they are drinking a fresh cup of coffee or tea.

GOOSE BUMP: A maneuver to use as a last resort when the Regular Bump doesn't get the attention you require.....especially effective when combined with The Sniff. See above.

LOVE: Is a feeling of intense affection, given freely and without restriction. The best way you can show your love is to wag your tail. If you're lucky, a human will love you in return.





CHELSEA'S CHRISTMAS HINTS AND TIPS

Dear Santa

Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember to be a good dog:

  1. I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it or after they throw it up.
  2. I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like the way they smell.
  3. I will not munch on "leftovers" in the kitty litter box; although they are tasty, they are not food.
  4. The diaper pail is not a cookie jar.
  5. The sofa is not a face towel; neither are Mom and Dad's laps.
  6. The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.
  7. My head does not belong in the refrigerator.
  8. I will not bite the officer's hand when he reaches in for Mom's driver's license and registration.
  9. I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet..
  10. Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is not an acceptable way of saying 'hello.'
  11. I do not need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm lying under the coffee table.
  12. I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house.
  13. I will not throw up in the car.
  14. I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt.
  15. I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch when company is over.
  16. The cat is not a squeaky toy; so when I play with him and he makes that noise, it's usually not a good thing

THINGS NOT TO GET ME FOR CHRISTMAS

  1. A CD of cats meowing popular Christmas songs.
  2. A chew toy with the head already gnawed off by my canine brother who chewed his way into the gift box around the 15th of the month.
  3. A chew toy shaped like a shoe which is immediately going to confuse me with the right sneaker of your favorite pair.
  4. Central A/C for my Dogloo when you're still using individual wall units that are barely up to cooling a small close-size area in your house.
  5. Anything Garfield.
  6. A remote control for the refrigerator door.
  7. A knitted pink sweater that makes me look like a poodle.
  8. A deluxe pre-packaged treat-filled Christmas stocking that's large enough for you to use as a sleeping bag.
  9. Doggie antlers when your near-sighted hunting relatives will be spending the holidays with you.
  10. A stuffed toy dog with an angel's halo as a hint as to what I have to do to get more presents next year.
  11. A doggie door between you and the suspicious butcher next door.
  12. An audition for a diet dog food commercial where they feed me so much during retakes that I actually gains weight.
  13. A piece of jewelry featuring a ceramic dog of my breed for you to wear.
  14. A cat

Chelsea's Christmas Promises

Holiday Etiquette for Dogs

  1. Be especially patient with your humans during this time. They may appear to be more stressed-out than usual and they will appreciate long comforting dog leans.
  2. They may come home with large bags of things they call gifts. Do not assume that all the gifts are yours.
  3. Be tolerant if your humans put decorations on you. They seem to get some special kind of pleasure out of seeing how you look with fake antlers.
  4. They may bring a large tree into the house and set it up in a prominent place and cover it with lights and decorations. Bizarre as this may seem to you, it is an important ritual for your humans, so there are some things you need to know:
    • don't pee on the tree
    • don't drink water in the container that holds the tree
    • mind your tail when you are near the tree
    • if there are packages under the tree, even ones that smell interesting or that have your name on them, don't rip them open
    • don't chew on the cord that runs from the funny-looking hole in the wall to the tree
  5. Your humans may occasionally invite lots of strangers to come visit during this season. These parties can be lots of fun, but they also call for some discretion on your part:
    • not all strangers appreciate kisses and leans
    • don't eat off the buffet table
    • beg for goodies subtly
    • be pleasant, even if unknowing strangers sit on your sofa
    • don't drink out of glasses that are left within your reach.
  6. Likewise, your humans may take you visiting. Here your manners will also be important:
    • observe all the rules in #4 for trees that may be in other people's houses.
    • respect the territory of other animals that may live in the house
    • tolerate children
    • turn on your charm big time.
  7. A big man with a white beard and a very loud laugh may emerge from your fireplace in the middle of the night. DON'T BITE HIM!!

Christmas Dog

by Shel Silverstein

Tonight's my first night as a watchdog,

And here it is Christmas Eve.

The children are sleeping all cozy upstairs,

While I'm guardin' the stockin's and tree.

What's that now---footsteps on the rooftop?

Could it be a cat or a mouse?

Who's this down the chimney?

A thief with a beard--- And a big sack for robbin' the house?

I'm barkin', I'm growlin', I'm bitin' his butt.

He howls and jumps back in his sleigh.

I scare his strange horses, they leap in the air.

I've frightened the whole bunch away.

Now the house is all peaceful and quiet again.

The stockin's are safe as can be.

Won't the kiddies be glad when they wake up tomorrow

And see how I've guarded the tree.

A Doggy Wonderland

Dog tags ring, are you listenin'?

In the lane, snow is glistenin'.

It's yellow, NOT white - I've been there tonight,

Marking up my winter wonderland.

Smell that tree? That's my fragrance.

It's a sign for wand'ring vagrants;

Avoid where I pee, it's MY pro-per-ty!

Marked up as my winter wonderland.

In the meadow dad will build a snowman,

following the classical design.

Then I'll lift my leg and let it go Man,

So all the world will know it's

mine-mine-mine!

Straight from me to the fencepost,

flows my natural incense boast;

Stay off of my TURF, this small piece of earth,

I mark it as my winter wonderland.

IF A PET COULD SAY FAREWELL

CAUTION - The next two stories are possible tear jerkers, make sure you have some tissue nearby!

I will always remember and treasure the day you chose me to be yours. I was one of the many pets you came to see and I hoped I was making a good impression. I was so elated when you selected me to share your home and heart. I knew from that very moment on, I was so lucky to be owned by you. While I was growing every day, maturing little by little- you fed me...you watered me...you trained me. I loved it when you shared your precious time playing with me. I eagerly anticipated each morning when I licked your face. It was my desire to awaken you before that dreadful alarm clock would rudely rouse you from sleep. I felt it was my duty because I was so lucky to be owned by you.

I made my share of mistakes. There were times I erred on your carpet. There were moments when the "animal beast" buried deep in me somehow encouraged a little destruction of the furniture. I'm sorry. You scolded me. You understood and forgave me. Could you see the devotion to our home? I was so lucky to be owned by you.

I wondered why you took me on those visits to see the veterinarian. I never fully understood those examinations, vaccinations, blood tests done to check for heartworms or fecal tests that always seemed to be necessary. You knew what was best for me and I learned to trust your judgment. I couldn't remember much about what occurred during my neutering surgical visit but somehow I came to realize you left me there because you respected me and wanted to ease the animal kingdom's vast overpopulation problem. I was so lucky to be owned by you.

The days you called holidays were always such fun. Presents for everyone in our family- even me! How did you ever guess those toys and treats were just what I wanted? After the visitors left our home, could you feel my love as I sat by your side? I was so lucky to be owned by you.

These days, I haven't felt as well as I used to in my prior days. My bones are quite stiff and sore. The pills you gave me helped for awhile but my time here with you is drawing to an end. It's extremely hard to walk and I long for my rest.

As we ride to the vet hospital, one final time, I see your tears and oh, how deeply I feel your love. It was such a wonderful life here with you. Remember me and know that when you pass your love onto another pet, you honor my memory. I want you to be as happy as you have made me.

I am sending you a final message as I look up at you with my big brown eyes and lick your hand for the last time. Thank you for everything. I love you. I was so lucky to be owned by you.

DOGS HAVE SOULS, DON'T THEY?

I remember bringing you home. You were so small and cuddly with your tiny paws and soft fur. You bounced around the room with eyes flashing and ears flopping. Once in awhile, you'd let out a little yelp, just to let me know this was your territory.

Making a mess of the house and chewing on everything in sight became a passion, and when I scolded you, you just put your head down and looked up at me with those innocent eyes, as if to say, "I'm sorry; but I'll do it again as soon as you're not watching."

As you got older, you protected me by looking out the window and barking at everyone who walked by.

When I had a tough day at work, you would be waiting for me with your tail wagging just to say, "Welcome home. I missed you." You never had a bad day, and I could always count on you to be there for me.

When I sat down to read the paper and watch TV, you would hop on my lap, looking for attention. You never asked for anything more than to have me pat your head so you could go to sleep with your head over my leg.

As you got older, you moved around more slowly. Then, one day, old age finally took its toll, and you couldn't stand on those wobbly legs anymore. I knelt down and patted you lying there, trying to make you young again. You just looked at me as if to say you were old and tired and that after all these years of not asking for anything, you had to ask me for one last favour.

With tears in my eyes, I drove you one last time to the vet. One last time, you were lying next to me.

For some strange reason, you were able to stand up in the animal hospital; perhaps it was your sense of pride.

As the vet led you away, you stopped for an instant, turned your head and looked at me as if to say, "Thank you for taking care of me."

I thought, "No, thank you for taking care of me."

DOGS ARE EASY TO LIVE WITH

Dogs are easy to live with.

They never ever complain.

They don't criticize your friends,

Or call your relatives names.

Dogs are easy to house train.

They won't leave up the toilet seat.

They always clean up after themselves,

And never leave hair in the sink.

They won't criticize your cooking...

They are thankful for whatever they get.

They're happy just to be with you...

And will watch any video you rent.

Dogs are loyal and affectionate.

They miss you when you're gone.

Their love is unconditional...

And they rarely stray from home.

And dogs don't feel threatened...

If you earn more money you see.

They're in touch with their inner puppy...

And rarely ever need therapy.

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