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Tara has been our baby for twelve years next month. She was born into a sad situation.
The owner/trainer of a German Shepherd kennel got gravely sick. Her husband hired someone to feed the puppies but when we bought Tara she had no human contact or training in her life. She was 4 1/2 months old.
The first few days in her new home she hid and ran from us. In time we became a family.
Perhaps she is a little spoiled. In stormy weather she choices to sleep on the floor beside Fred or I. Tara has a dog bed or a couch to sleep in. She also has some stuffed animal friends and enjoys tearing apart a rope. She doesn’t enjoy company. She hides all her toys and guards her food and her couch. She is a great watchdog and slow to trust people.
Tara is now wheat free but can still enjoy her Sunday treat of a fried egg.
Dogs are not pets they are family to Fred and I.
Submitted by Alida & Fred M.
This is not my story, I didn’t write this, but I truly enjoyed it, so here goes:
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 we couldn’t do anything 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 six-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. It has changed the way I try and live.
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 Six-year-old continued,
”Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.”
Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:
- When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
- Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
- Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy.
- Take naps.
- Stretch before rising.
- Run, romp, and play daily.
- Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
- Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
- On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
- On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
- When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
- Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
- Be loyal.
- Never pretend to be something you’re not.
- If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
- When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.
- ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY!
Author : Unknown
Here Bill’s joy Trekie.
Submitted by William Marshall
I fell in love with her from the very moment I held her in my arms.
As I listened to her snore while she was sleeping on my shoulder, I knew she was mine.
See, when I got her, she was a homeless puppy.
Skinny, scared, and nowhere to go, so I took her home to live with us.
She must have known she was home by the way she acted and that she belonged with us.
She was our doggy and we were her people.
I must say, she and I were the ones that bonded the most.
Maybe it was because I took her home?
Maybe it was because she knew she had my heart?
Either way, I just love everything about her.
I love her little prance as she walks beside me.
I love her fur next to my face.
I love her snuggling next to me.
I love her ‘happy run’.
I love her to pieces.
She has been my companion, confidant, and best friend for more than 13 years.
She has been there for me through times when I had no one and I’d be lost without her.
She is pure love and I am so very thankful to have her in my life.
She is my Misty girl and my forever friend. [♥]
Submitted by Suzanne
When N. is having a really tough time, it can be very tumultuous and loud and frightening. Sophie will seek him out, when he is really not doing well he will scream and push her away, crying and kicking and flailing. But she persists, her big chocolate eyes lock onto his and she keeps pushing forward until he relents and she loves him. As he begins to calm down he realizes what has happened and cries, to lower his anxiety he will rub her ears between his fingers, he says they feel like velvet, I never knew he was aware of velvet. She lays with her head in his lap and lets him calm himself and when she feels that her job is done she moves on.
Check out this post of eight pictures of jowly dogs… just seeing it you feel the need to wipe yourself!
I just had to share this, just read that post, it’s worth your time.