Sorry, for the first time I am at a loss for something valuable to add. But I dare you to post the following for us dog lovers.Remember dogs can't do a lot of things for themselves so they depend on us to make their lives filled with contentment and with plenty of love to pass around! A PET'S TEN COMMANDMENTS:1. My life is likely to last only 12-15 years. Any separation from you will be painful.2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.4. Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainment, but I have only you.5. Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me. When you are angry, I know it, when you are angry with me, I feel it.6. Be aware that however you treat me, I never forget.7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember, I choose to love you no matter what you might do to punish me!8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, maybe I have been in the sun too long, or my heart and my breathing might be getting old and weak. Or maybe I just want you to stop what you are doing, love me and pay attention to me.9. Please take care of me when I grow old. I move much slower now, and every joint hurts me when I move, but please be patient with me, knowing someday You too, will grow old and move much slower.10. On the ultimate difficult journey, you must go with me! Never say you can't bear to watch. Don't make me face this sad day alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there. And when you hold me and tell me that last good bye, know this; because I love you so much I won’t hurt. I will rest peacefully, knowing what a great life I had because you were my master and you loved me. ~Take a moment today to thank GOD for your pets. Enjoy and take good care of them. Life would be a much duller, less joyful experience without God's wonderful critters~
Good for you Brother! But when you got to #10, did you cry?
~Take a moment today to thank GOD for your pets. Enjoy and take good care of them. Life would be a much duller, less joyful experience without God's wonderful critters~Amen! My little buddy Rico (Malti-Poo) definitely makes my life more joyful. But, Pastor, all I want to know from you is: Do dogs go to heaven? :-0
Roger,I don't know where dogs go...but I do know they're FROM Hell.LOL
Hope Fluffy isn't looking and listening to you
I hope you have been praying for Raylene's grand doggy baby sitting throughout the week.
I don't know where dogs go...but I do know they're FROM Hell.That is just so wrong! Your mother never should've let you watch The Omen when you were young...it has done lasting and irreversible damage! :-)And, Woody, I've never cried in my life! What are you talking about? ;-) But I probably will when Rico dies...
Listen to your mother!
You dog lovers need to check out the various references for dogs in the bible. Here's a site that lists them all:http://www.openbible.info/topics/dogsThey are good for eating vomit and licking leperous sores...I'll give them that much.As you probably know, the "Lassie" picturings of dogs is an American thing. As I'm sure you further know the various lore around the hounds of hell...in Catalan myth, there is an evil, black, hairy dog, an emissary of the Devil, who sucks people's blood. Like other figures associated with demons in Catalan myth, he is lame in one leg. Just sayin' :)
Hmmm, I thought dogs might be God's creation. Just what did Fluffy do to you anyway. She must have scarred you terribly.
Well sure...but Satan was created by God too. The Fall was especially tough on dogs. :)Fluffy was special, she doesn't count.
Why my Minie is the best darn tree ratter in the world. Just yesterday she treed one of the nasty creatures and with one beautiful shot from my old trusty Remington 552, from high atop the Cotton Wood, I blew the darn thing off the limb, and my trusty Minie caught it just as it hit the ground! With her usual rat-killing instinct she grab it by the neck shook the tar out of it, but in doing so, she got blood all over her white coat. That was too cool for me! And I was so proud of her catch & kill, but Cheri wasn't real happy with me. Yet Minie rules over the tree rats! See they are good for something.
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