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Kevin P. Grover
Unity Member
Post Number:
1128
Registered: 03-2002
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Friday, April 02, 2004 - 08:24 am: |   |
For those of you who love pets....read on....
My Dear Dogs and Cats,
I have a few issues I'd like to bring to your attention:
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When I say to move, it means go some place else, not switch positions with each other so there are still two of you in the way.
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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.
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The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object.
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Tripping me doesn't help, because I fall faster than you can run.
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I cannot buy anything bigger than a king size bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue to sleep on the couch to ensure your comfort. Look at videos of dogs and cats sleeping, they can actually curl up in a ball.
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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 used is nothing but sarcasm.
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My compact discs are not miniature Frisbees.
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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, 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. In addition, I have been using bathrooms for years; canine and feline attendance is not mandatory.
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The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other animals' butts. I cannot stress this enough. It would be such a simple change for you.
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To pacify you I have posted the following message on our front door:
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Rules for Non-Pet Owners Who Visit and Like to Complain about Our Pets:
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1. They live here. You don't.
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2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture.
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3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
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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.
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5. Dogs and cats are better than kids. They eat less, don't ask for money all the time, are easier to train, usually come when called, never drive your car, don't hang out with drug-using friends, don't smoke or drink, don't worry about buying the latest fashions, don't wear your clothes, don't need a gazillion dollars for college, and if they get pregnant, you can sell the results.
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Kevin P. Grover
Unity Member
Post Number:
1129
Registered: 03-2002
Rating: N/A
Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Friday, April 02, 2004 - 08:26 am: | |
And a sentimental one....
I Am Your Dog
I am your dog, and I have a little something I'd like to whisper in your ear. I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to work, some have children to raise. It always seems like you are running here and running there, often much too fast, often never noticing the truly grand things in life.
Look down at me now, while you sit there at your computer. See the way my dark brown eyes look at yours? They are slightly cloudy now. That comes with age. The gray hairs are beginning to ring my soft muzzle. You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you see in mine?
Do you see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no other could in the world? A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior wrong doing for just a simple moment of your time? That is all I ask. To slow down, if even for a few minutes, to be with me.
So many times you have been saddened by the words you read on that screen, of others of my kind, passing. Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so suddenly it wrenches your heart out of your throat. Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes that you may not even seem to know until the very end, when we look at you with grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded eyes. Still the love is always there, even when we must take that long sleep, to run free in a distant land.
I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week. Someday you will shed the water from your eyes, that humans have when deep grief fills their souls, and you will be angry at yourself that you did not have just "one more day" with me. Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me. We have NOW, together. So come, sit down here next to me on the floor, and look deep into my eyes. What do you see?
If you look hard and deep enough we will talk, you and I, heart to heart. Come to me not as "alpha" or as "trainer" or even "Mom or Dad,"
come to me as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look deep into one another's eyes and talk. I may tell you something about the fun of chasing a tennis ball, or I may tell you something profound about myself, or even life in general. You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul to share such things with. Someone very different from you, and here I am.
I am a dog, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical senses, and I can revel in the differences of our spirits and souls. I do not think of you as a "Dog on two feet" -- I know what you are and who you are. You are human, in all your quirkiness, and I love you still. Now, come sit with me, on the floor. Enter my world, and let time slow down if only for 15 minutes.
Look deep into my eyes, and whisper into my ears. Speak with your heart, with your joy, and I will know your true self. We may not have tomorrow, but we do have today, and life is oh so very short. So please--come sit with me now and let us share these precious moments we have together.
Love, on behalf of canines everywhere. Your Dog
~Author Unknown~
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Claudia Turner VanLydegraf
Mindsight Moderator
Post Number:
1049
Registered: 06-2002
Rating: N/A
Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Friday, April 02, 2004 - 09:57 am: | |
Kevin,
Thank you for my laugh this morning and also for my few tears. I try very hard to give my pups a few minutes each day, for the love that they so freely give to me. I know, as I have had to face so many times before, that one day one or both of them won't be here, and my heart will break into many small fragmentss of them and will have to be put back together by another little heart full of love.
Thank you
Claudia |
Monique Kenray
Awareness Member
Post Number:
11
Registered: 02-2004
Rating: N/A
Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Saturday, April 03, 2004 - 10:06 pm: | |
Thanks Kevin,
I was laughing so hard during the first, and crying just as hard during the second. I had to put my dog down in August, he would have been 10 on April 1- he had stomach cancer and was down to 6.2 pounds- he was a minature dachshund. I have another one now who'll be 9 months on April 14. I have to fight for my pillow with both- but I wouldn't have it any other way.
Again, thanks.
Monique |
Trina Green
Awareness Member
Post Number:
49
Registered: 03-2004
Rating: N/A
Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Thursday, May 20, 2004 - 05:11 pm: | |
They are so loving and loyal. I wouldn't trade them for anything. My Dale and Mutt Mutt passed in 2002. One right behind the other, I didn't think I would grieve for them so hard, but it was as though I had lost a best friend. I used to call them my girls. I wrote a poem for them and placed their pictures in my family room. I think my husband and son thought I had lost my mind. Bambi entered my life in 2003. Life goes on, though I still miss my girls. Here goes...
To Dale and Mutt Mutt who passed in 2002 for their many years of devotion and love.
I AM DOG
Throughout the annals of time, from days of cave to the here and now
Devotion in times of plenty and few
I vow to remain in service to you
Eyes of warmth, tufts of soft fur to touch
Fail to divulge why I love so much
A gentle pet and good dog will do
To sustain a lifetime of pleasure with you
And when I lay my head at your feet for the last time
You remain in my heart the soul/sole master of mine
by T Y Green |
Bill Nelson
Wandering Member
Post Number:
149
Registered: 10-2002
Rating: N/A
Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Thursday, May 20, 2004 - 08:39 pm: | |
DEAR GOD, LET ME BE THE KIND OF PERSON MY DOG THINKS I AM.
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