Discussion in 'Lifestyle' started by UpPy, Feb 15, 2007.
cheer up emo dog
Kuma --aka God-- (breed Shiba-Inu) is one of the most charismatic beasts you have ever met in your life. If a person does not like Kuma they are either (a) dead inside, or (b) a liar.
In the picture above Kuma is in a raincoat. He hates the rain.
I had a Basset Hound and loved it
stupid step mom (I hope she dies in a horrible train wreck) gave her away without asking, that day was so sad...
I agree..She was wrong !!!!
How could you?
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'tlet 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. 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.
omg gorgeous dog!
Thanks, his looks are so good it hurts the mortal eye.
Awww cockers are adorable! I had one for 15 years
can we only post dogs.......?
No...If your a Pet Lover...post away......
Heres my cat Frankie.
I always get sick to my stomach when I read stuff like this...
1/2 a Pup High....&...A Pup & a 1/2 Long.
What a cutie!!!!
She's my baby!
kittoon: shortly after she got mauled by a dog
shadow: the ferocious one...
no shes not all black
Uppy I hate you that thing made my eyes watery....
here she is I hope she is alive and having the best life evar, she was quite the best doggah evar...well behaved, sweet and funny
Bassets have a way of fitting in every where they go.I'm sure She's Gettin'&Givin' tons-o-Luv.
Both my LillyBean & AbbyGail were pound pups....seems Bassets aren't for everyone....but they manage to find peeps that will fulfill their needs & hand out belly rubs.
I know YOU hate me..but I got one more for ya'..
ONE BY ONE
One by one, they pass my cage.
Too old, too worn, too broken, no way.
Way past his time, he can't run and play
Then they shake their heads slowly and go on their way.
A little old man, arthritic and sore,
It seems I am not wanted anymore.
I once had a home, I once had a bed,
A place that was warm and where I was fed.
Now my muzzle is gray, and my eyes slowly fail.
Who wants a dog so old and so frail?
My family decided, I didn't belong,
I got in their way, my attitude was wrong.
Whatever excuse they made in their head,
Can't justify how they left me for dead.
Now I sit in this cage, where day after day,
The younger dogs get adopted away.
When I had almost come to the end of my rope,
You saw my face, and I finally had hope.
You saw through the gray and the legs bent with age.
And felt I still had life beyond this cage.
You took me home, gave me food and a bed.
And shared your own pillow with my poor tired head
We snuggle and play and you talk to me low,
You love me so dearly, you want me to know.
I may have lived most of my life with another,
But you outshine them with a love so much stronger.
And I promise to return all the love I can give,
To you my dear person as long as I live.
I may be with you for a week, or for years,
We will share many smiles, you will not doubt shed tears.
And when the time comes that God deems I must leave,
I know you will cry and your heart, it will grieve.
And when I arrive at the Bridge, all brand new,
My thoughts and my heart will still be with you.
And I will brag to all whom will hear,
Of the person who made my last days so dear.
(The old dog in the above photo is "Charlie". He was found abandond and now has a home where he is loved)
OMG, so many cute animals!! I have 4 cats at home, but my camera is in the car. I'll have to take pics tomorrow.
I've always wanted a Basset Hound. I think they're my favorite breed.
I'm such a sucker for dogs it's ridiculous. It saddens me when owners take their older dogs to the SPCA. My dog is 10 years old, I've had her since I was 11 - I couldn't imagine EVER putting her there. She would be so scared, just the thought of it makes me sick. Sorry I'm being such a wuss about it, but that's my heart's soft spot.
If I were insanely rich I'd have a house with like 20 dogs, pound pups are the most loyal dogs you can find, they seem to know how to thank you for rescuing them
This is my 4th dog.
Had a Doberman, Tibetan terrier and Irish wolfhound before this one.
He is a colly/german shepard cross from a rescue centre
AWH! James and I were considering a Shiba....I want one soooo bad now.