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Posted: December 9th, 2008, 9:42 pm
by klondike
knitwit45 wrote:A dog is truly a man's best friend.


If you don't believe it, just try this experiment.
Put your dog and your wife in the trunk of the car for an hour.
When you open the trunk, who is really happy to see you???????? :shock: :shock: :lol: :lol:
When I shared this with the Mrs., she didn't even crack a smile, but rather looked me square in the eye, and asked me, in total deadpan, if I would ever consider trying an experiment like that . .
And without missing a beat, I answered: "Don't be silly, Honey, I drive a pickup - it doesn't have a trunk!"
But she knew I was just kidding; even with a sedan, I would never do anything like that . . crikey, she knows how much I love that dog!!

Posted: December 16th, 2008, 6:03 pm
by knitwit45
I don't have to "dream" of dogs...I'm surrounded by them. I am house sitting for a friend who has 4 dogs and 2 cats. Add in my dog, and who has time to sleep, let alone dream!

:shock: :lol: :shock: :lol:

Posted: December 16th, 2008, 7:10 pm
by klondike
knitwit45 wrote:
And last, but not least:

14. If a dog leaves, it won't take half of your stuff.
Don't know why it took me so long to discover this error; but here it is:

Wives don't leave, they throw you out, and then make you hire a lawyer a fight their lawyers to get back half of everything you thought you owned.
But come to think, a dog wouldn't do that to you, either!

Posted: December 27th, 2008, 10:04 am
by knitwit45
I wish I could claim this as my own, because it says so much of how I feel about Dogs and People I love....but the writer is anonymous, sent to me by someone I love who knows how much I love Dogs!



'Danielle keeps repeating it over and over again. We've been back to this animal shelter at least five times. It has been weeks now since
we started all of this,' the mother told the volunteer.
'What is it she keeps asking for?' the volunteer asked.
'Puppy size!' replied the mother.
'Well, we have plenty of puppies, if that's what she's looking for.'
'I know... we have seen most of them, ' the mom said in frustration...

Just then Danielle came walking into the office
'Well, did you find one?' asked her mom. 'No, not this time,'
Danielle said with sadness in her voice. 'Can we come back on the
weekend?'

The two women looked at each other, shook their heads and laughed.
'You never know when we will get more dogs. Unfortunately, there's
always a supply,' the volunteer said.

Danielle took her mother by the hand and headed to the door. 'Don't
worry, I'll find one this weekend,' she said. Over the next few days both Mom and Dad had long conversations with her.
They both felt she was being too particular. 'It's this weekend or
we're not looking any more,' Dad finally said in frustration.
'We don't want to hear anything more about puppy size, either,' Mom added.

Sure enough, they were the first ones in the shelter on Saturday
morning. By now Danielle knew her way around, so she ran right for the section that housed the smaller dogs.
Tired of the routine, mom sat in the small waiting room at the end of
the first row of cages. There was an observation window so you could
see the animals during times when visitors weren't permitted.

Danielle walked slowly from cage to cage, kneeling periodically to
take a closer look. One by one the dogs were brought out and she held
each one. One by one she said, 'Sorry, but you're not the one.'
It was the last cage on this last day in search of the perfect pup.
The volunteer opened the cage door and the child carefully picked up
the dog and held it closely. This time she took a little longer.

'Mom, that's it! I found the right puppy! He's the one! I know it!'
She screamed with joy. 'It's the puppy size!'
'But it's the same size as all the other puppies you held over the
last few weeks,' Mom said.

'No not size... The sighs. When I held him in my arms, he sighed,' she said. 'Don't you remember? When I asked you one day what love is, you told me love depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you love, the bigger the sigh!'

The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mom didn't know
whether to laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug the child, she did
a little of both. 'Mom, every time you hold me, I sigh. When you and Daddy come home from work and hug each other, you both sigh. I knew I would find the right puppy if it sighed when I held it in my arms,' she said.

Then, holding the puppy up close to her face, she said, 'Mom, he loves
me. I heard the sighs of his heart!'

Close your eyes for a moment and think about the love that makes you
sigh. I not only find it in the arms of my loved ones, but in the
caress of a sunset, the kiss of the moonlight and the gentle brush of
cool air on a hot day.

They are the sighs of God. Take the time to stop and listen; you will
be surprised at what you hear. 'Life is not measured by the breaths we
take, but by the moments that take our breath away.'

I hope your life is filled with Sighs!!!

Posted: December 29th, 2008, 5:05 pm
by jdb1
Hello, all. Can I slip in a cat story?

We have one of those little make-believe holiday trees made out of little round ornaments - it lights up. My daughter put fake evergreen boughs and holly around it, and nestled candy canes between the ornaments at the base - it looks very winter solstice-y and appropriately festive. It's on a low table.

Last night, I heard some noise in that area, and I went to see what was going on. There was Evil Monty the Cat on the table, carefully prying the candy canes out from in between the little ornaments with his paws, and then picking each cane up in his mouth and dropping it on the floor. Once finished, he looked down at his handiwork scattered on the floor next to the table, jumped off the table, and walked into another room. I suppose it was his critique of the decor and he likes the "tree" better without the canes. I wasn't even particularly surprised; it's so typical of him.

Posted: December 29th, 2008, 5:52 pm
by klondike
jdb1 wrote:Hello, all. Can I slip in a cat story?
NO!
And if you ever attempt to post another cat story on this thread, I will come over to your house with a predatory Malamute, and within seven minutes your entire abode will be blissfully cat-free, or as we canophiles like to say, defelinized . . . until your next lamentably horrid lapse of judgement.
Don't thank me, it's the least I could do, for the health & mental fitness of any fellow human!
Trust me, those rare cats who are not evil, are still belligerently apathetic, resoundingly ungrateful, lurkingly destructive, perpetually expensive and alarmingly unhygenic.

Posted: December 29th, 2008, 7:30 pm
by knitwit45
Judith, Judith, Judith.....I know it is the holiday season, blah blah blah, but Klonnie's rules on this thread were:
Hey, no disrespect, Folks, but this thread's about D O G S, 'kay? If you wish to honor another species of pet, by all means, begin a thread just for them! It's democracy at it's finest!

Tell Monty the Evil One to keep all doors and windows locked for the next few days until Klonnie the Good calms down........

Posted: December 30th, 2008, 9:35 am
by jdb1
But I didn't want to start an entire thread just for Monty. He's a takeover kind of guy, and we'd never hear the end of it

My, my, Klonny -- such violence in your last post -- made me think of "Nature red in tooth and claw," as the Victorians liked to say.

I love dogs. I love cats too. And I like giraffes, and I find wombats interesting. What is it with men and cats, I wonder? Such antipathy in some quarters.

There is very little about my diminutive Feline-American that I don't find admirable. He's beautiful, he's very smart, he's self-reliant, he's independent, and he stands up for himself in the face of adversity. He's affectionate, but not obnoxious about it. He is always well-groomed, and makes sure you get the message that he wants his "facilities" kept clean. You can tell he's always thinking, and sometimes he actually channels those thoughts for good purposes. He loved his late roommate Maggie the Dog, but he showed his feelings for her in catly ways, which she understood and appreciated. I'd prefer not to have members of my family denigrated, thank you very much. [Kidding with that last, Klonny]

Posted: December 30th, 2008, 11:48 am
by klondike
jdb1 wrote:
My, my, Klonny -- such violence in your last post -- made me think of "Nature red in tooth and claw," as the Victorians liked to say.

What is it with men and cats, I wonder? Such antipathy in some quarters.
Here's the essence of the truest answer I can give:

Now this is the Law of the Jungle--as old and as true as the sky;

And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die.

As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back-- For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

Wash daily from nose-tip to tail-tip; drink deeply, but never too deep; And remember the night is for hunting, and forget not the day is for sleep.

The jackal may follow the Tiger, but, Cub, when thy whiskers are grown, Remember the Wolf is a hunter--go forth and get food of thine own.

Keep peace with the Lords of the Jungle--the Tiger, the Panther, the Bear; And trouble not Hathi the Silent, and mock not the Boar in his lair.

When Pack meets with Pack in the Jungle, and neither will go from the trail, Lie down till the leaders have spoken--it may be fair words shall prevail.

When ye fight with a Wolf of the Pack, ye must fight him alone and afar, Lest others take part in the quarrel, and the Pack be diminished by war.

The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, and where he has made him his home, Not even the Head Wolf may enter, not even the Council may come.

The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, but where he has digged it too plain, The Council shall send him a message, and so he shall change it again.

If ye kill before midnight, be silent, and wake not the woods with your bay, Lest ye frighten the deer from the crops, and the brothers go empty away.

Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need, and ye can; But kill not for pleasure of killing, and SEVEN TIMES NEVER KILL MAN
.


- from Rudyard Kipling's poem, THE LAW OF THE JUNGLE

Posted: December 30th, 2008, 3:33 pm
by jdb1
Klonny - so far, my [c-a-t] has not tried to kill me.

He did, on occasion, try to inflict gbh on the dog, and she returned the favor, but that was their business. Anyway, they seemed to find that sort of thing diverting.

Sheesh, I have enough to worry about riding the subway every day. The Law of the Jungle doesn't apply there.

Posted: January 1st, 2009, 10:13 pm
by Birdy
But where do I post stories about a dog who thinks she's a cat and cat who thinks she's dog? Wait, maybe I just need to move to the cat psychiatric website.

Still trying to post a picture of Daisy (the golden shepherd) and her kittens.
(Klonnie's going to have a fit on that one.)

We got Christmas money from the mom-in-law- spent it on heated dog beds. Am I back in good, Klonnie? (I know your dogs are real tough, but Rosa the lab is ancient and pitiful.) I won't go into how the you-know-whats are trying to take them over. (No, it's not Voldemort.)
B

Posted: January 8th, 2009, 1:11 pm
by knitwit45
I'd prefer not to have members of my family denigrated, thank you very much.

"Dogs are God's way of apologizing for your relatives" ~anonymous

Posted: January 13th, 2009, 8:48 pm
by mongoII
If I Didn't Have a Dog . or Cat ...


I could walk around the yard barefoot in safety.

My house could be carpeted instead of tiled and laminated.

All flat surfaces, clothing, furniture, and cars would be
free of hair.

When the doorbell rings, it wouldn't sound like a kennel.

When the doorbell rings, I could get to the door without
wading through fuzzy bodies who beat me there.

I could sit on the couch and my bed the way I wanted,
without taking into consideration how much space
several fur bodies would need to get comfortable.

I would have money and no guilt to go on a real vacation.

I would not be on a first-name basis with 6 veterinarians,
as I put their yet unborn grand kids through college.

The most used words in my vocabulary would not be: out,
sit, down, come, no, stay, and leave him/her/it ALONE.

My house would not be cordoned off into zones with
baby gates or barriers.
I would not talk 'baby talk'. 'Eat your din din'.
'Yummy yummy for the tummy'..

My house would not look like a day care center, toys
everywhere.

My pockets would not contain things like poop bags,
treats and an extra leash.

I would no longer have to spell the words B-A-L-L,
F-R-I-S-B-E- E, W-A-L-K, T-R-E-A-T, B-I-K-E, G-O, R-I-D-E

I would not have as many leaves (or pine needles) INSIDE my house as outside.

I would not look strangely at people who think having ONE
dog/cat ties them down too much.

I'd look forward to spring and the rainy season instead
of dreading 'mud' season.

I would not have to answer the question 'Why do you have
so many animals?' from people who will never have the joy
in their lives of knowing they are loved unconditionally by
someone as close to an angel as they will ever get.

How EMPTY my life would be!!!

Posted: January 13th, 2009, 10:38 pm
by knitwit45
Gee, Joe, have you been to my house? Almost every one of the above sentences are fact around Chez moi. And to be honest, I wouldn't have it any other way. People come and go in our lives, but our furry friends are a constant source of joy and love.

Posted: January 13th, 2009, 11:10 pm
by Birdy
Joe - I can so sympathize.
...Neither would I spend my spare time deferring,
I could roll over in bed without checking first,
I would not have to meet the ups man in the driveway,
I would not have to leave the bathroom sink dripping,
I wouldn't have to wash the equivalent of 3 beds worth of fur-catchers,
I wouldn't have to worry about stepping out the front door barefoot without checking for rodent parts,
I wouldn't have to use a pill minder for anyone but myself,
and I wouldn't need that bucket of brushes.

On the other hand,
I might think all those strange noises really are ghosts!
I wouldn't have it any other way, haunted or not.
B