People who really love their dogs are the most kind and giving people.
We are the ones who don’t freak out because gave us a kiss or are off our plate.
We don’t leave our dogs out in the heat or the cold and when we lay down at night, our dogs are on our beds or at least snuggled close by safe from the dark and dangers that roam in the night.
We love all the dogs we have had in the past, especially the ones we have now
The Lord created all living creatures to keep us company
It is our responsibility to care for all creatures large and small
We learn unconditional love, trust and faith from our gift from the Lord
If you think an animal unconditional love has made your life better.
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The researchers discovered that people who identified themselves as dog people tended to be more extraverted and eager to please others, while those who described
themselves as cat people tended to be more introverted and curious.
Animals have distinctive personalities. Animal researchers have found animals from nearly every species, animals have their own personalities with preferences,
behaviors, and quirks that persist throughout life.
A study of 4,500 people, researchers asked participants whether they considered themselves to be more dog people or cat people. These individuals also completed
a personality survey that measured several broad traits including conscientiousness, openness, neuroticism, and agreeableness.
They told me the big black Lab’s name was Reggie, as I looked at him lying in his pen. The shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly. I’d only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open. Everyone waves when you pass them on the street.
But something was still missing as I attempted to settle into my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn’t hurt. Give me someone to talk to. And I had just seen Reggie’s advertisement on the local news. The shelter said they had received numerous calls right after, but they told the people who had come down to see him didn’t look like “Lab people,” whatever that meant. They must’ve thought I did.
But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes and a sealed letter from his previous owner.
See, Reggie and I didn’t really hit it off when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too.
Maybe we were too much alike.
I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that. “Okay, Reggie,” I said out loud, “let’s see if your previous owner has any advice.”
To Whomever Gets My Dog:
Well, I can’t say that I’m happy you’re reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie’s new owner. I’m not even happy writing it. He knew something was different.
So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you.
First, he loves tennis balls. The more the merrier. Sometimes I think he’s part squirrel, the way he hoards them. He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there. Hasn’t done it yet. Doesn’t
matter where you throw them, he’ll bound after them, so be careful. Don’t do it by any roads.
Additional commands. Reggie knows the obvious ones —” sit,” “stay,” “come,” “heel.”
He knows hand signals, too: He knows “ball” and “food” and “bone” and “treat” like nobody’s business.
Feeding schedule: twice a day, regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand.
He’s up on his shots. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet. Good luck getting him in the car. I don’t know how he knows when it’s time to go to the vet, but he knows.
Finally, give him some time. It’s only been Reggie and me for his whole life. He’s gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can. He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn’t bark or complain. He just loves to be around people, and me most especially.
And that’s why I need to share one more bit of info with you…His name’s not Reggie. He’s a smart dog, he’ll get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt. But I just couldn’t bear to give them his real name. But if someone is reading this … well it means that his new owner should know his real name. His real name is “Tank.” Because, that is what I drive.
I told the shelter that they couldn’t make “Reggie” available for adoption until they received word from my company commander. You see, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could’ve left Tank with .. and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call to the shelter … in the “event” … to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption. Luckily, my CO is a dog-guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed. He said he’d do it personally. And if you’re reading this, then he made good on his word.
Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family. And now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family, too, and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he
If I have to give up Tank to keep those terrible people from coming to the US I am glad to have done so. He is my example of service and of love. I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades.
All right, that’s enough. I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at the shelter. Maybe I’ll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth.
Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home, and give him an extra kiss goodnight – every night – from me.
I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. Sure, I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver
Star when he gave his life to save three buddies. Flags had been at half-mast all summer.
I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog.
“Hey, Tank,” I said quietly.
The dog’s head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright.
He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor. He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn’t heard in months. “Tank,” I whispered.
His tail swished.
I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him. I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my
face into his scruff and hugged him.
“It’s me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me.” Tank reached up and licked my cheek.
“So whatdaya say we play some ball?” His ears perked again.
“Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?”
Tank tore from my hands and disappeared into the next room. And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.
BREAKING NEWS: The remains of six animals, missing for days, were found buried today in the yard of a Riverside homeowner.
Among the grisly remains were a pheasant, a mallard duck, a monkey, a fox, an octopus, and one other, too mangled for a positive ID. Still missing but feared dead are a hippo, a bear, and a second monkey. A suspect has been identified but so far she refuses to talk.
Procrastinate on Purpose
Most people engage in unconscious procrastination.
They procrastinate without thinking about it.
As a result, they procrastinate on the big, valuable, important tasks that can have a significant long-term consequences in their lives and careers.
You must avoid this common tendency at all costs.
Your job is to deliberately procrastinate on tasks that are of low value so that you have more time for tasks that can make a big difference in your life and work. Continually review your duties and responsibilities to identify time-consuming tasks and activities that you can abandon with no real loss.
This is an ongoing responsibility for you that never ends
It’s time to stop procrastinating and get more of the important things done!
After all, successful people don’t try to do everything.
They focus on their most important tasks and get those done. They eat their frogs.
Eat That Frog! shows you how to organize each day so you can zero in on these critical tasks and accomplish them efficiently and effectively
This life-changing book will ensure that you get more of your important tasks done today.
A giraffe’s tongue is long so long-neck uses its tongues to clean its ears. The color of the tongue is black. This is one of the weird facts about the giraffe.
Giraffe’s and humans have the same number of bones in their neck. Giraffe’s age can be calculated from its spots. The darker the spots, the older the giraffe.
Snakes smell with their tongue. They have ears inside their heads. Some snakes can survive without the meal for up to two years. Snakes kill 10,000 people every year. Snakes don’t have eyelids.
Rats like to be tickled. High-pitched chirping is how they laugh, and some rats prefer being tickled to eating.
Dolphins are another species that are often focussed on for their smarts. A recent finding that exemplifies this is that dolphins actually have names for one another (which form when other dolphins mimic the sounds they make) – and recognize their own title when it is called by other dolphins.
A pleasant surprise: a woman with a cat in a transparent backpack roamed quietly through the old town. Tristan Tzara would have drooped with envy: it is an amazing dadaist gadget! And the poet will share again agglomerations of obscure images, nonsense syllables, outrageous juxtapositions, ellipses, and inscrutable maxims… the primal seat of creativity, the […]The Monochrome Experience: Dadaist Gadget
How cute is that
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.
For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way.
For this is done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant quickness.
For then he leaps up to catch the musk, which is the blessing of God upon his prayer.
For he rolls upon prank to work it in.
For having done duty and received blessing he begins to consider himself.
For this he performs in ten degrees. For first he looks upon his forepaws to see if they are clean.
For secondly he kicks up behind to clear away there.
For thirdly he works it upon stretch with the forepaws extended.
For fourthly he sharpens his paws by wood.
For fifthly he washes himself. For sixthly he rolls upon wash.
For seventhly he fleas himself, that he may not be interrupted upon the beat.
For eighthly he rubs himself against a post.
For ninthly he looks up for his instructions.
For tenthly, he goes in quest of food.
For having consider’d God and himself, he will find his neighbour.
For if he meets another cat, he will kiss her in kindness.
For when he takes his prey, he plays with it to give it a chance.
For one mouse in seven escapes by his dallying.
For when his day’s work is done, his business more properly begins.
For he keeps the Lord’s watch in the night against the adversary.
For he counteracts the powers of darkness by his electrical skin and glaring eyes.
For he counteracts the Devil, who is death, by brisking about life.
For in his morning orisons, he loves the sun, and the sun loves him.
For he is of the tribe of Tiger.
For the Cherub Cat is a term of the Angel Tiger.
For he has the subtlety and hissing of a serpent, which in goodness, he suppresses.
For he will not do destruction, if he is well-fed, neither will he spit without provocation.
For he purrs in thankfulness when God tells him he’s a good Cat.
For he is an instrument for the children to learn benevolence upon.
For every house is incomplete without him and a blessing is lacking in the spirit, for the Lord commanded Moses concerning the cats at the departure of the Children of Israel from Egypt.
For every family had one cat at least in the bag, for the English Cats are the best in Europe.
For he is the cleanest in the use of his forepaws of any quadruped.
For the ability of his defence is an instance of the love of God to him exceedingly.
For he is the quickest to his mark of any creature.
For he is tenacious of his point.
For he is a mixture of gravity and waggery.
For he knows that God is his Saviour, for there is nothing sweeter than his peace when at rest.
For there is nothing brisker than his life when in motion.
For he is of the Lord’s poor and so indeed is he called by benevolence perpetually–Poor Jeoffry! Poor Jeoffry!
The rat has bit thy throat.
I bless the name of the Lord Jesus that Jeoffry is better.
For the divine spirit comes about his body to sustain it in complete cat.
For his tongue is exceeding pure so that it has in purity what it wants in music.
For he is docile and can learn particular things, for he can set up with gravity which is patience upon approbation.
For he can fetch and carry, which is patience in employment.
For he can jump over a stick which is patience upon proof positive.
For he can struggle upon waggle at the word of command.
For he can jump from an eminence into his master’s bosom.
For he can catch the cork and toss it again.
For he is hated by the hypocrite and miser.
For the former is afraid of detection.
For the latter refuses the charge for he camels his back to bear the first notion of business.
For he is useful to think on if a man would express himself neatly.
For he made a significant figure in Egypt for his signal services.
For he killed the Ichneumon-rat very pernicious by land.
For his ears are so acute that they sting again.
For from this proceeds the passing quickness of his attention.
For by stroking of him, I have found out electricity, for I perceived God’s light about him both wax and fire.
For the Electrical fire is the spiritual substance, which God sends from heaven to sustain the bodies both of man and beast.
God has blessed him in the variety of his movements.
For, tho he cannot fly, he is an excellent clamberer.
For his motions upon the face of the earth are more than any other quadruped, for he can tread to all the measures upon the music.
For he can swim for life. For he can creep. ~
Love me on Xmas day
Love me on New Year’s day
Love has no holiday.
Love me on any day
Of the year
Love me from any place
In the world
Love me at any time
By day or night
Whatever’s the day
Wherever you are
It is the day
It is the place
It is the time
To love me
So just love me
And nothing else
The Donkey Who Would Sing
A wild donkey once lived in the woods. He had no friends and lived all alone.
One day a jackal passing by saw the donkey. He went up to the donkey and said, “What is the matter? Why do you look so sad my dear fellow?”
The donkey turned to the jackal and said, “I have no friends and am very lonely.”
“Well, don’t worry. I will be your friend from today,” the jackal comforted him.
From that day, the donkey and jackal became very good friends. They were always seen together.
One moonlit evening, the jackal and the donkey were strolling through the woods. It was a cool and pleasant evening. As they walked on, they came to the outskirts of a village bordering the woods. There in front of them was a grove of fruit trees.
“Ah. Look! How wonderful and delicious the fruits look,” said the donkey. “Let’s eat some of them.”
“Okay,” said the jackal. “But let’s do it very quietly.”
They entered the grove and silently started to eat the fruits. After eating enough, they lay under a tree happy and content. “That was delicious, but there is something missing tonight,” said the donkey.
“What is that?” asked the jackal. “Why, music of course,” answered the donkey, looking a little surprised.
The jackal asked, “Where are we going to get music from?” The donkey said. “Don’t you know that I am an accomplished singer?”
The jackal was alarmed. “Remember, we are in an orchard. If the farmer hears us, we will be in trouble. If you want to sing let us go away from here,” he advised the donkey.
“You think I can’t sing, don’t you?” asked the donkey in a hurt voice.
“Wait till you hear me.”
The jackal realised that the donkey was not willing to take his good advice. He moved away and hid himself behind a clump of trees. The donkey threw back his head and started his song. “He …haw, hee-haw,” he brayed aloud.
The farmers hearing the loud braying came rushing with sticks and gave the foolish donkey a severe beating that left the donkey feeling sore all over.
Thereupon the farmers had left, the jackal went over to his friend. He said. “Is this the prize you won for your singing?”
“They don’t appreciate good music,” replied a hurt and ashamed donkey.
The jackal replied. “This is what happens when you don’t listen to the advice given by a good friend. I hope you have learnt a lesson.”