Puppies for Sale

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups. And set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of little boy. “Mister,” he said, “I want to buy one of your puppies.”

“Well,” said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, “These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money.” The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer.”I’ve got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?” “Sure,” said the farmer.And with that he let out a whistleOut from the doghouse and down the ramp ran
Dolly followed by four little balls of fur.

The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight.

As the dogs made their way to the fence,the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse.Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up…. “I want that one,” the little boy said, pointing to the runt.

The farmer knelt down at the boy’s side and said, “Son, you don’t want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would.With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers.In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe.Looking back up at the farmer, he said,”You see sir, I don’t run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands.”
With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup.Holding it carefully handed it to the little boy.”How much?” asked the little boy. “No charge,” answered the farmer, “There’s no charge for love.”


Paper Shredder – a danger to dogs

Oh my goodness, I never would have imagined this danger.  Here’s the snopes verification that this is true!

Ellen Lutz of Aqueboque learned that firsthand last month, when her 7-month-old golden retriever, Striker, ambled into her home office and licked her paper shredder. To her horror, the machine latched onto his tongue, and began to grind.

“He was screaming, and he was fighting for his life,” says Lutz, adding that in his panic, the 67-pound puppy did even more damage to his mutilated tongue.

She immediately disconnected the shredder, and took Striker to a nearby emergency hospital. “I was covered in blood from head to toe,” Lutz remembers. A story this horrific is hard-pressed to end well: Striker’s injury was so severe – basically, most of his tongue was gone – that he was euthanized.

“I’ve been in emergency medicine for 10 years, and this is the first time I have seen or heard of this,” says veterinarian Gal Vatash of the East End Veterinary Emergency and Specialty Center in Riverhead, who treated Striker in December.

“But I’m surprised it doesn’t occur more often. Most of us have paper shredders at home, and dogs are always sticking their noses in all kinds of places.”

Indeed, Striker is not alone. The Consumer Product Safety Commission has recorded five dog mutilations involving shredders, and what is not known is how many cases go unreported.

In February of last year, a young boxer puppy named Cross from Socastee, S.C., caught his tongue on a home shredder, mangling an inch of it into what his owner, Sandra Clarke, called “hamburger meat.”

In 2005, in South Spokane, Wash., a 7-month-old mix named Alice Lane licked a paper shredder, which in turn ground up all of her tongue. “I will never forget the sound it madewhen she pulled away,” her owner, Adam Forney, told reporters.

In her panic, the puppy bit off part of Forney’s pinky. Like Striker, the dog had to be euthanized because of the extent of her injury.

Even dogs that are lucky enough to survive lead compromised lives, Lutz says. “They have to be on soft diets, and they have to learn how to swallow again.” For an active dog like Striker, his favorite pastime – going on hikes through the woods – would have been an impossibility, she says, because there was too much damage to his tongue to allow him to pant.

Not surprisingly, Lutz no longer has a shredder. “Before this happened, I was the shredding queen,” she says. “And while I know they’re really important in our lives to help destroy documents and prevent identity theft, it’s going to be a long time before I’m going to have one in the house again.”

Some simple precautions can ensure that accidents such as Striker’s do not happen. Among them:

Unplug shredders when not in use.

Store shredders out of reach of animals (and, of course, children, especially those under 5, who can also be victims of shredder accidents).

Make sure that the shredder is located in a place that is “pounce proof”: Acrobatic kitties that jump atop shredders can also do terrible damage to themselves.

To avoid attracting animals, never put food wrappers through shredders.

Do not leave shredders on the “automatic” setting.

When buying a shredder, look for one with a protective bar over the opening.

Agility, how we run it matters. :)

Sentimental story is posted here. I would not be who I am if I didn’t post this cavaet. I don’t believe that God grants final runs. I don’t believe that anything like this would happen. As a believer in God (the one and only God) we exist to further God’s glory. How we live on earth means a whole lot, but what gets us into heaven is simply our reliance on the blood that Jesus, God’s very own son, spilled for us. That’s it. Nothing else matters, just faith in the work God has performed on our behalf. None the less, this emailed to me story does demonstrate the importance of treating our animal companions well.

A man dies and goes towards the light. There is no pearly gate, no rainbow bridge, just an overwhelming presence. He falls face down and cries out “God help me”. It is a simple prayer he has often repeated in time of stress.

He was totally unprepared for what happened next. A voice said, “Never fear my child. I am here. I’ll take a simple form, and we’ll have a talk”. The man was filled with peace and knew he had met his Maker. He realized he was being helped to his feet.

The man that helped him to his feet had a radiance unlike anything he had seen before. He became aware of the conversation covering his life, beliefs, and why he should be admitted to Heaven. God said he had one last test. The man had competed in agility and had always wanted one more run with his favorite partner. God said he would grant one final run. A perfect run and he and his dog would be granted access to heaven. A failure and he would not be allowed in. The man said to God, “Win or lose, I thank you for one more run.”

The man looked in the crowd but could not see his beloved partner. He asked God where he needed to go to find his faithful teammate. God called the man to him and said to stare into his eyes. Unbelievable peace and joy filled the man’s soul. God started to change into bright overpowering light. The man became aware of a movement in the light. It grew and grew and there was his friend. He was bowled over just like so many times on earth. His face was being licked, a tail beat his legs, and a playful reunion was had.

There were several agility teams there that day. God was to be the judge. The exhibitors walked the course and the man was to be the third team to run. He watched the first team. It was a beautiful start. The team looked so perfect, he smiled at their teamwork. It was poetry to watch. Then it happened. The handler took his eye off the dog and it took an off course. “You idiot!” yelled the handler. “What were you thinking”?
A curtain covered the field and God’s voice could be heard but not understood.

When the curtain parted the previous team was gone. God beckoned the next team to the line. This team looked even better. Then a bar was knocked. The handler went to the dog and beat it. The man wanted to go to the dog’s aid but an icy stare from a near by angel froze him in his tracks. The curtain quickly drew around the ring. God’s voice boomed and the ground trembled.

When the curtain parted the team was gone. God motioned for the man to come to the line. A quick placement at the line, one last scratch of the dog’s ear, as was their ritual. The stay was perfect. The man smiled, overjoyed for one last run and the gleam in his old partner’s eye. The man gave the command and released his dog. The run was one of the rare ones. The connection so right, the unexplainable feeling of being in harmony with your dog. Both the man and the dog beamed. One last cross and they would be headed home. The man realized in an instant he had moved to soon. “I’m sorry, that was my fault.” he said sheepishly. They finished in fine form but it was not a clean run.

The curtain drew. God came over but before God could speak the man fell to his knees. “I’m sorry it wasn’t a perfect run, but I thank you for one last run. It was so much fun, but I just blew that cross. Please don’t punish my dog for my mistake. He only did what I trained him to do.”
God lifted the man to his feet. “You passed the test,” God said with a smile.
“I don’t understand,” stammered the man. “It wasn’t a clean run.”
God answered, “I didn’t say your dog wouldn’t go to heaven if you failed, nor that the run had to be clean.”
The man said, “You said it had to be perfect”.
God answered, “Yes, I said the run had to be perfect, not clean. Up here there is a big
difference. You see, nobody can run this course clean. The joy of the run, the connection so close, makes it impossible to run this course clean. That is part of the test. Do you take responsibility for your mistake; do you treat your dog, my gift of love to you, with respect? The perfect runs are the runs where the handler takes responsibility for his mistakes and allows the dog to make his. The dog doesn’t care if the run is clean; he just wants to have fun. You really passed the test before you ran. You thanked me whether you won or lost. Also, don’t think I didn’t notice you reacted when that other handler abused the dog. You have shown great love. That was the test. To me your run was a thing of beauty, your conduct even better.”

The owner smiled, “May I have one request?”
God said, “I know you want to watch the other runs. If you look past the ring you’ll see your old ratty chair. I would love to have company today.”
The man saw some stunning runs but also some crazy runs. Dogs that did nothing but visit all the heavenly host. Dogs that knocked every bar. Dogs that sailed over every contact. He smiled each time as the curtain closed and watched God inform the handlers that though not
clean they were still perfect. He realized he never saw another run where the handler was mean. Every run he saw brought another team to the sideline. Cheers arose and people rejoiced. It then dawned on the man. He was no longer waiting to get to heaven, he was already there.

At the end of the runs, the man said to God, “You must be pleased; only two teams failed.” With a tear running down his face God said, “If only that were true. Once you pass, you
only see those that pass. But enough of that, we have a rainbow bridge to go visit. Some more of your friends want to see you.”

“Lucky” a dog story

I have no idea if this story is true or not. Could not locate it on snopes. I’ve read stories before though of some of the amazing and interesting things our pets can do.

A wonderful dog story . .

Anyone who has pets will really like this. You’ll like it even if you don’t and may decide you need one.

Mary and her husband Jim had a dog, Lucky.

Lucky was a real character.

Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a weekend visit they would warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because Lucky would help himself to whatever struck his fancy.

Inevitably, someone would forget and something would come up missing. Mary or Jim would go to Lucky’s toy box in the basement and there the treasure would be, amid all of Lucky’s favorite toys. Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box.

It happened that Mary found out she had breast cancer. Something told her she was going to die of this disease, she was just sure it was fatal. She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders.

The night before she was to go to the hospital she cuddled with Lucky. A thought struck her…what would happen to Lucky?

Although the three-year-old dog liked Jim, he was Mary’s dog through and through. If I die, Lucky will be abandoned, Mary thought.

He won’t understand that I didn’t want to leave him. The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own death.

The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors had anticipated and Mary was hospitalized for over two weeks. Jim took Lucky for his evening walk faithfully, but the little dog just drooped, whining and miserable.

Finally the day came for Mary to leave the hospital. When she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted she couldn’t even make it up the steps to her bedroom. Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to nap

Lucky stood watching Mary but he didn’t come to her when she called. It made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed. When Mary woke for a second she couldn’t understand what was wrong. She couldn’t move her head and her body felt heavy and hot. But panic soon gave way to laughter when Mary realized the problem. She was covered, literally blanketed, with every treasure Lucky owned!

While she had slept, the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement bringing his beloved mistress all his favorite things in life. He had covered her with his love.

Mary forgot about dying. Instead she and Lucky began living again, walking further and further together every night.

It’s been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free.


He still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box but Mary remains his greatest treasure.

Live everyday to the fullest. Remember it is a blessing from God.

The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards.

……They’re the ones who care.

“Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.”

Live simply. Love generously Care deeply.

Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.