I Rescued A Human Today

I rescued a human today.

Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering apprehensively into the kennels. I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her. I wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she wouldn't be afraid.

As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view from a little accident I had in the back of my cage. I didn't want her to know that I hadn't been walked today. Sometimes the shelter keepers get too busy and I didn't want her to think poorly of them.

As she read my kennel card I hoped that she wouldn't feel sad about my past. I only have the future to look forward to and want to make a difference in someone's life. She got down on her knees and made little kissy sounds at me. I shoved my shoulder and side of my head up against the bars to comfort her.


Gentle fingertips caressed my neck; she was desperate for companionship. A tear fell down her cheek and I raised my paw to assure her that all would be well.

Soon my kennel door opened and her smile was so bright that I instantly jumped into her arms. I would promise to keep her safe. I would promise to always be by her side. I would promise to do everything I could to see that radiant smile and sparkle in her eyes. I was so fortunate that she came down my corridor. So many more are out there who haven't walked the corridors. So many more to be saved. At least I could save one.

I rescued a human today.

Author:Janine Allen CPDT

As the economy suffers, so do innocent animals. Our shelters are full. Please, find it in your heart to adopt your next family member at your local animal shelter. And, if you can't adopt at this time, donate. Save a life today.

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I Love Boys Who Like Pink

My cat, Claire, loves to sleep in Riley's dog bed. So, I thought I should really get her one of her own. I trot (actually drove) to the pet store and find a great kitty bed. It's nice and small with little sheep on it. And, it's pink. She will love it! But, she didn't. Oddly, Riley loves it. He is way too big for it. But, he squishes his entire body into that little pink bed every night. He can't fit. So, his neck and head hang over it. Claire? I have never seen her in it. She loves her big, roomy doggie bed. And, I love it. I love to see this big dog in a little pink bed. And, this tiny kitty in a big blue bed. Why? Because THEY love it. Why would I deny them happiness if it does no harm?

And, it should not matter if the boys like the pink, girly bed. Or the girls like the blue beds. But, in our society, where gender roles are so polar and defined, personal preferences get lost. I see it changing. Slowly. And, for that, I'm thankful.

People should be able to love whatever and whomever they like. I love boys who like pink.


Peace.

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Trapped in an episode of "Friends"

I think it was announced at the office, in a our weekly meeting, last week that my Dad was killed in a car accident. I had already been gone a week and a half, but most people rarely notice because they are so wrapped up on their own lives. So, everyone knows.

My team knew. They have been through this before with me a little over a year ago. They stick to their work, but listen if I bring it up. Everyone else in the office??? Well, they don't know what to say. So, you get those looks. Do you remember that episode of Friends when Tom Selleck guest starred and talked to Monica? Remember when he talked about being divorced? He said that people cock their heads to the side and say "How ya doing?" That is what I felt like today. Of course, I've been through this before.....so, this time I knew what to expect. The people that I normally talk to, well, they hang around. They want to talk about "it", but they don't want to bring it up. So, they stand there. Akwardly. Waiting. "How ya Doing?"

I love my friends. And, honestly, I don't know how I would handle being friends with someone like me. I have been through, what I hope, is the roughest time of my life. And, it has gone on for years, not days or months, years! SO, I understand. Really. I want to make it easy for everyone. And, I know.....this too shall pass.

If you are reading this......We will get through this. Together. Hang in there. And, I'll love you for it. I mate for life. My friends are my friends for life (liars, betrayers, and flakes need not apply).

Thanks for being my friend.


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Daddy's Hands

This was one of the songs we played at my Dad's funeral:

I remember Daddy´s hands, folded silently in prayer.

And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare.

You could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines.

Years of work and worry had left their mark behind.

I remember Daddy´s hands, how they held my Mama tight,

And patted my back, for something done right.

There are things that I´ve forgotten, that I loved about the man,

But I´ll always remember the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.

Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.

Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle But I´ve come to understand.

There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

I remember Daddy´s hands, working 'til they bled.

Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.

If I could do things over, I´d live my life again.

And never take for granted the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.

Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.

Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle But I´ve come to understand.

There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.

Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.

Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle But I´ve come to understand.

There was always love

.....In Daddy´s hands.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nX4QVGykIA4

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Angels

Do you believe in Angels?

On June 1, 2009, My Dad packed his suitcase and put his dog, Bailey, in the car to begin his long drive to Dallas TX. He was driving to visit me. First, he was driving to Springfield MO to pick up my sister Sherri and nephew Ethan. He was going to leave at 5 am. And, I believe he did. Around 6:50 am, he drove off the road in Lowry City, MO and crashed his car. He and Bailey did not survive the crash. We believe he either fell asleep at the wheel or suffered a diabetic coma. He never corrected his car once leaving the road. There was a couple following my dad on that road. They were going to pick up their daughter from college. The followed him for about 50 miles. They passed him, he passed them, they passed him....several times. My Dad's car went off the road and he was ejected from the car. The couple stopped. She was a nurse and ran to my Dad and yelled at her husband to get the woman out of the car. She was still in the car. However, there was no woman in the car???? When she passed my dad several times, she saw a woman in the passenger seat. This woman?? This woman looked like my Mom. My Mom passed away with Pancreatic Cancer in February 2008.

So, do you believe in Angels?


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