tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15170685447250884392024-03-05T07:18:18.917-08:00It's a dogs life.A blog about some dogs on the internet.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00504129564539676406noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517068544725088439.post-48122321227702817102012-03-14T12:34:00.001-07:002012-03-14T12:34:11.610-07:00We have moved!<br /><br />http://girlwithpugs.blogspot.com/ !Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00504129564539676406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517068544725088439.post-258788627403365062010-02-19T06:08:00.001-08:002010-02-19T06:11:35.763-08:00A face only a mother could love?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-4ttg1prkXezStwIYG_mnxiBVHJZRAeo3aaDA-jGQC4WGjB25cCBnraD8Ts5-ZM4zMr5Gpz5lgby9pg0_nK8o3Xm6U9W5Qhb5LwlCCeqO2U1fedsUyghg4ov7XfzUiFIrSy2wFvBjWpM/s1600-h/P1000811.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-4ttg1prkXezStwIYG_mnxiBVHJZRAeo3aaDA-jGQC4WGjB25cCBnraD8Ts5-ZM4zMr5Gpz5lgby9pg0_nK8o3Xm6U9W5Qhb5LwlCCeqO2U1fedsUyghg4ov7XfzUiFIrSy2wFvBjWpM/s320/P1000811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439956615004633602" border="0" /></a><br />You tell me.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">When Seamus was a pup, our vet suggested he may need some teeth removed later down the line since he has very little mouth, and lots of pearly whites. Luckily they all fit OK. <br /><br />Nothing says happy Friday like a Seamus!<br /><br /><br /></div></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00504129564539676406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517068544725088439.post-45013480435969043632010-01-23T15:20:00.000-08:002010-01-23T15:35:10.717-08:00Walking down the road<span style="font-family:arial;">I love this story.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></span> <div style="font-family:arial;"> </div><div style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them. After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at</span></div><div style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">a desk to one side.<br /><br />When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"</span></div><div style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" >This is Heaven, sir.</span><span style="font-size:85%;">" the man answered.</span></div><div style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.<br />"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up."<br /><br /></span></div><div style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The man gestured, and the gate began to open. </span></div><div style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >Can my friend - </span><span style="font-size:85%;">"</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" > gesturing toward his dog, - </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >come in, too?" the traveler asked.<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">"</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.</span><span style="font-size:85%;">"<br /><br /></span></div><div style="font-family:arial;"> </div><div style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog. After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. </span></div><div style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book. 'Excuse me!' he called to the man. "Do you have any water?"<br /><br /></span></div><div style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in." </span></div><div style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog. </span></div><div style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">'There should be a bowl by the pump."<br />They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.<br /><br /></span></div><div style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree. </span></div><div face="arial"><span style="font-size:85%;">'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked. </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" >'This is Heaven</span><span style="font-size:85%;">,' he answered </span></div><div face="arial"><span style="font-size:85%;">'Well, that's confusing,' the traveler said. 'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.' 'Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >That's hell.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >'</span><span style="font-size:85%;">'</span></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?'<br /><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>'No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.'</strong></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">--- </span></div><span style="font-family:arial;">It makes me tear up thinking about whatever there is after death. </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Who will feed the dogs? Will they miss me? Will they understand that it was not my choice to leave them? </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Will it be something sudden? Will I suffer? </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />I have made it clear to my family where the dogs are to go, and with whom, and that any extra money from life insurance or what have you should go to helping some rescue groups out, specifically the one that helped me bring Chunk home (4 Luv of Dog) and the two that I volunteer with (BTRC and New Hope). What about you? Do you have a plan in place for something like that? </span><br /><br /><br />Wow, that was a lot more depressing than it should have been. Sorry to ruin everyone's Saturday.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00504129564539676406noreply@blogger.com1