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Dog's 10 Pet Peeves about Humans

1. Blaming your farts on me...not funny....not very funny at all.

2. Yelling at me for barking....I'M A FRIGGIN' DOG YOU IDIOT!

3. Taking me for a walk, then not letting me check stuff out. Exactly whose walk is it anyway?

4. Any trick that involves balancing food on my nose....stop it!

5. Any haircut that involves bows or ribbons. Now you know why we chew your stuff up when you are not at home.

6. The slight of hand, fake fetch throw. You fooled a dog! What a proud and great moment for the top of the food chain....you nitwit.

7. Taking me to the vet for the 'Big Snip', then acting surprised when I freak out every time we go back there.

8. Getting upset when I sniff your guests crotches. Sorry, but I haven't quite mastered the handshake thing yet.

9. Dog sweaters. Have you noticed the fur? Idiot!

10. How you act disgusted when I lick myself. Look, we both know the truth, you're just jealous. 
 
HOW COULD YOU? 
By Jim Willis 2001 

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 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 have 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 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.
PETS TEN COMMANDMENTS 

1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful. 
2. Give me time to understand what you want of me. 
3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being. 
4. Don't be angry w/me for long & don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainment ... I only have you. 
5. Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me. 
6. Be aware that however your treat me, I will never forget it. 
7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I could hurt you, and yet, I choose not to bite you. 
8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, I have been in the sun too long, or my heart might be getting old or weak, or I'm just not feeling well. 
9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too, will grow old someday. 
10. On the ultimate difficult journey, go with me, please. Never say you can't bear to watch. Don't make me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there, because I love you so & always will! 

"I Adopted Your Dog Today " 
I adopted your dog today
The one you left at the pound
The one you had for seven years
and no longer wanted around. 
I adopted your dog today
Do you know he's lost weight? 
Do you know he's scared and depressed
and has lost all faith? 
I adopted your dog today. 
he had fleas and a cold,
but don't worry none. 
You've unburdened your load. 
I adopted your dog today. 
Were you having a baby or moving away? 
Did you suddenly develop allergies or was there no reason he couldn't stay? 
I adopted your dog today. 
he doesn't play or eat much
He's very depressed, but
he will learn again to trust. 
I adopted your dog today. 
And here he will stay. 
He's found his forever home
and a warm bed on which to lay. 
I adopted your dog today. 
And I will give him all that he could need. 
Patience, love, security, and understanding. 
Hopefully he will forget your selfish deed. 
-Author Unknown
    People please be a responsible pet owner. Your pets are a life time commitment
Do you know what a puppy mill is? Do you know the kind of people that run a puppy mill? Guess where 99% of pet stores get their puppies from? YES a puppy mill. It's called buy cheap make a buck turn over turn over to sell more and more puppies. This people don't love their dogs they don't show them affection don't care if dad breeds his daughter or sister. It all about producing as many sick puppies as they can and push and peddle them off to brokers and pet stores. If you ever go to by a puppy and the people won't let you in their home or want to meet you else where. RED FLAG RUN as fast as you can. If you can't run then save as many dogs as you can get them all spayed or neutered and give them away to good homes. TURN IN THE PUPPY MILL. These poor dogs are breed to death are full of disease and pass on bad gene's. Not the dogs fault at all. They did not choose this life it was chosen for them. It makes me sick it makes me angry that people could do this to an animal. I could go on for ever but just take a look at some of the pictures  I'm posting and answer the question for yourself. Will you save one of these dogs? Would you call Animal control if you see or know of one? I hope your answer is YES. 
Do you really know what a puppy mill is take a look and you will get sick
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A Dog's Prayer

Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.

Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.

When it is cold and wet, please take me inside... for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements... and I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth... though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land... for you are my god... and I am your devoted worshiper.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.

And, beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest...and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.

--Beth Norman Harris