Walking Space
I know that you dog may be friendly
But
mine is scared of the world
I can see that your dog loves everyone
But
your dog is stressing mine out
I know that your do was trying to be friendly
But
I warned you that my dog is scared of everything
I wear a red tie on my leash
This
is your warning to give me space
My mom told you to stay back
She
wants you and me to be safe
She knows that not all dogs are nice
Many
are scared and need that extra space
Another Angry Rant!
Another Angry RANT!!
To the one woman I met this morning who felt the need to act
RETARDED, I forgive your IGNORANCE! I will write a story about you and sell it
for free to the world, weather it was said by mistake or not. You are what is
wrong with society, prejudice against a breed you obviously know NOTHING about!
And I forgive your stupidity, for the remark you made about a dog you have
never met.
“I hope your dog is nice...”
No matter what breed
it is... I hate people more and more for their ignorance and their lack of
brain power. Say the words bully breed or pit anything and people turn dumb as
a box of rocks; the rocks would win because they are smarter!
My response was this, “My Chihuahua is meaner and the one to
fear!” At which another classmate responded, “I believe it too.”
How freaking dare you ask what kind of dog it is and then
disrespect him without ever meeting him. She needs to worry about his owner;
who is meaner than a hungry lioness that lost her cub or a momma bear that saw
a human next to her cub!
I wonder what she would have said if I told the class or
just her that he was a rescued from a dog fighting ring of an epic scale.
I wonder what she would think if I said that all old white
ladies with red curly hair and 10 pound dogs are vicious HATERS who needed to be
exterminated.
STOP the prejudice attitudes people! I am only one remark
away from blowing up like a puffer fish and piercing you like a porcupine would
a wolf in the face. POKE, POKE, POKE, ouch, how about met him before you open
that ignorant mouth of yours! I wonder if you really are a dog lover or one of
those people who throw the animal away when it becomes inconvenient. I bet you
are you old battleaxe!
7 Pups Who've Overcome Dog Fighting To Find Their Forever Homes
I am so happy to say that my newest adopted dog Jack-Jack (aka Willie Wonka) was featured in an article by the Huffington Post. The entire article is simple HAPPINESS of how it can be even for an abused dog or a dog that was used as a fighting dog. My dog Jack would only hurt a lizard or a frog :-) He is a great dog :-)
Please take the time to read and share this article (7 Pups Who've Overcome Dog Fighting To Find Their Forever Homes), spread the word "animals do not deserve to be abused or tortured. They deserve to be happy too. I am a voice, but WE can be the voice of MANY to help those who can not speak for themselves. Let us be the voice for the innocent, a voice for the abused, a voice for those who can not speak for themselves, and a VOICE against any kind of ABUSE!
Please take the time to read and share this article (7 Pups Who've Overcome Dog Fighting To Find Their Forever Homes), spread the word "animals do not deserve to be abused or tortured. They deserve to be happy too. I am a voice, but WE can be the voice of MANY to help those who can not speak for themselves. Let us be the voice for the innocent, a voice for the abused, a voice for those who can not speak for themselves, and a VOICE against any kind of ABUSE!
7 Pups Who've Overcome Dog Fighting To Find Their Forever Homes
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/08/26/dog-fighting-recovery_n_5717823.html
Dented Red Bucket!
My bucket has a pale pink heart
in it and attached to that pink heart is a shiny black... WHAT? Only I know
what this means. Can you guess? If not, you will have to read the tail of the
pink heart in my red dented bucket....
I could use a bucket. A bucket can hold many things. The
bucket I want could hold more than simple things, it could hold dreams. My
bucket could help me do chores, I could use it to mop my floors. My bucket
could water things: I could use it to water my plants or fill up Ritta’s water bowl.
It could help me wash her too. The bucket I seek could hold ice and cold drinks
on a day that would make the sun break a sweat. As I was walking around the
pond I thought about that bucket that I did not have, I thought of the dreams
that it could hold. A dream in a bucket, I laughed. Who would have thought that
a simple bucket could change one’s life, it changed mine.
At the corner of the pond,
nearest to the street I saw something different. I could see that it was red
and metal. As I got closer I saw it was a bucket, I thought how odd it was that
someone would leave it here. I got closer to peek inside and before I could
look I heard a whimper, maybe even a cry. I saw a little puppy too small to be
left here, but it was here. It was a little rat dog, not even a pound. It was
all black and ugly and again I thought of a rat. I carefully examined
the pup and saw a tan or pink spot on the pups nose. I decided it was time to
let my Ritta have a friend and keep this puppy, assuming that it would live.To the vet we went and I thought of that dented red bucket that did not hold my cold drinks, but a Chihuahua that we named Martini (We called her Tini for short).
Now safe and sound our dented red
bucket sat on the shelf, the puppy in the house on the bed growing and
changing. She changed colors like the leaves in the fall, she went from black
to tan and she retained her blackness only around her snout, ears, and eyes and
on her tail. She got tall, taller than any Chihuahua that I ever saw. The black
raccoon out liner on her face soon began to fade too. The thing that no one
seemed to notice about this little dog was that she had a tan almost pink spot
on her nose.
I know one thing and no one will ever make me think
differently, that this little girl was sent from a magical place to be a member
of our family. God saw fit to put this dented red bucket by my pond on the day
that I was walking my Ritta through. God marked her so He could check on her
later in life and know it was here, the little Chihuahua that was sent to me in
the red dented bucket of dreams. My dream bucket help something so special that
it was marked by our maker Himself, on the tip of her shiny black nose was a
tan almost pink spot that was shaped like a heart.
The bucket that I thought would hold water or riches, actually held a loving life that made me richer than I could have guessed. With stars in her eyes and a heart on her nose, I was blessed with a dog that acts like a human and never ceases to make me smile. I knew that she was special and I knew that she was meant for me and my family; the birthmark on her nose told me so. No one sees it or notices it at all, but I know it is there shouting out to the world that she is bursting with love to share. Now five years old, I think about that dented red bucket and the dream that it held. I saved her that day and she filled my dented red bucket with so much happiness and love that it overflowed into my pond.
frustrated RANT turned poem :-)
Sadness creeps
inside
Wishing I
could understand why
Wishing I
knew how to stop it
Wishing I
could do more
Anger fills
me up
Thoughts of
what to do are over flowing
Filling me
up
I can’t hide
Action
Makes me
smile
Turn those
thoughts into actions
Start
First one
Then two
Now three
and
Then four
Followed by
five
Six
Seven
And then
eight
Helping cost
nothing
Kindness is
free
Helping others
is sometimes hard
When you’re
filled with anger
Helping thoughts
will later make you smile
Help whenever
you can
If it is a
dog or cat
Turtle or bat
Help when
you can
Even if it
is only your VOICE that you lend out
Speak for
those who cannot shout out
One voice
then two
Anger
Action
High
Voices
All these
things equal
Happiness to
someone somewhere
All these
things equal
Happiness to
something somewhere
Happiness
for others
Leads to
happiness for you
Happiness for
you
Means happiness
for me
Why I am an Animal Lover
How I became an animal lover, I
do not know. What I do know, is that I can see the hurt in their eyes. I can
feel the pain deep in my soul, why I feel that way I cannot explain. Maybe it is what humanity is lacking in the
world today. I know I did not always feel this way. Somehow this inhumane world has created
inside me, deep in my soul an empathy that is stronger than it had ever been
before. This new empathy makes me stronger and wiser, it shows me the how cruel
and evil this world can be. It shows me things that I hate to see and breaks me
inside.
I feel with my eyes the hurt,
abuse and cruelty. I know hurt, abuse and cruelty for I have lived it too. I
can speak out with my voice and fight back for myself without being charged
with a crime. I have in my past had to fight for the right not to be abused. Animals
cannot ask for help and they cannot fight back. If they decide to fight back
they are deemed viscous and pay with their lives. Their only options are to
take the abuse, try and run, or fight back (possibly knowing that they will die).
I do not fear speaking out, I
feel it is our duty to try and help those in need. Any person that has a heart
and any compassion at all would not turn a blind eye to the abuse. There is no
excuse that can make is right or okay for not helping a person or animal who
cannot speak for themselves. I will not be quiet and I will speak out against
cruelty. Ignoring it will not make it go away, ignoring it only makes you just
as guilty and you should also pay.
When an animal looks at you all
burnt and bloody with need in their eyes, how dare you say I don’t want to see
these types of things, which makes it sound like I enjoy looking at such things?
An emaciated dog sit next door and if you do nothing, not even a call to the
police, you are just as guilty as the person who left the dog there to die. When
their eyes ask for mercy and help, who are you to ignore that request? Who are
you to deny God’s creature’s food, shelter or help? Who are you?
I am God’s child with love and
compassion in my heart, I am an animal lover and only God know why or how. I
can look in the mirror and love what I see. I can look in the mirror and know
that I made a difference in some animal’s life. No matter how small that
difference might be, for that one moment, that one animal felt kindness,
compassion, and love from those who were put here to protect it. For that
moment that abandoned, abused and lost pet or stray knew unconditional love.
Kindness costs us nothing. If we
have it to spare, it might cost us a bag of food. Kindness might cost us a
moment in time to make a call that might save a life. Young or old each life is
important. Only God knows why, this evil is allowed to survive. Ignorance is no
excuse for allowing evil crimes against another life to continue to happen.
Trying not to see it or hear it will not excuse you or your responsibility for
allowing it to happen.
I will look in the mirror and be
proud of the things that I did ad continue to do. I will look and see people
like you, who ignore reality, and I will pray that you learn to see and feel
compassion for life. I would also be ashamed of you and others like you, for
you should never be allowed to feel the love of another human or animal. The
other side of that statement is that you need to feel and see that
unconditional love to learn to give it to another life.
When I look in the mirror, what
I see are a cat and three dogs looking back at me. They smile and wag their
tails, as if they were saying I am happy. Their eyes say thank you. Their eyes
tell me that they are grateful, grateful that I took the time to save them.
They are grateful that I love them. For all of what I have given them, they gave
and give me much more. I know what they give me makes me love them even more.
For what we give each other is why I am an animal lover.
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