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Good for the Soul - Page 5
We often stumble across videos and writings that just leave us with a good feeling.  It may not be rescue related, it may not be "Bully" related, but it's a good feeling to have one of the "Awwww" moments, or a good laugh.

This page is dedicated for this purpose.

September 11th at The Rainbow Bridge
by Alexander Theodore, Bouvier, Fourth Year Resident
(written September 2001)

On the morning of September 11, 2001, there was an unprecedented amount of activity at the Rainbow Bridge. Decisions had to be made. They had to be made quickly. And, they were.

An issue, not often addressed here, is the fact that many residents really have no loved one for whom to wait. Think of the pups who lived and died in hideous puppy mills. No one on earth loved or protected them. What about the many who spent unhappy lives tied in backyards? And, the ones who were abused. Who are they to wait for?

We don't talk about that much up here. We share our loved ones as they arrive, happy to do so. But we all know there is nothing like having your very own person who thinks you are the most special pup in the Heavens.

Last Tuesday morning a request rang out for pups not waiting for specific persons to volunteer for special assignment.. An eager, curious crowd surged excitedly forward, each pup wondering what the assignment would be.

They were told by a solemn voice that unexpectedly, all at once, over 4,000 loving people had left Earth long before they were ready. All the pups, as all pups do, felt the humans' pain deep in their own hearts. Without hearing more, there was a clamoring among them - "May I have one to comfort?" "I'll take two, I have a big heart." "I have been saving kisses forever."

One after another they came forward begging for assignment. One cozy-looking fluffy pup hesitantly asked, "Are there any children coming? I would be very comforting for a child 'cause I'm soft and squishy and I always wanted to be hugged." A group of Dalmatians came forward asking to meet the Firemen and be their friends. The larger working breeds offered to greet thePolice Officers and make them feel at home. Little dogs volunteered to do what they do best, cuddle and kiss.

Dogs who on Earth had never had a kind word or a pat on the head, stepped forward and said, "I will love any human who needs love."

Then all the dogs, wherever on Earth they originally came from, rushed to the Rainbow Bridge and stood waiting, overflowing with love to share - each tail wagging an American Flag.

Seagull Steals From World's Laziest Cat's Food

My Parents Drugged Me
You aren't looking for them, but I found your 2 dogs

Sigh. No one is looking for these guys. And I see why.

They hump everything in sight, try to dominate our old doggies, try to
eat our cats and pee on everything and bark at everything. Neurotic,
lick constantly. They know no commands, either in English or Spanish.
They are aggressive and most likely lived in a puppy mill.

You dumped them, probably, and we picked them up before they were killed
by traffic. Unneutered, no tags, two small males under a year old.

I hate you, person who dumped these dogs.

There are no lost ads on phone poles, no lost ad on Craig's list, no
lost ad in the paper.

We put signs up all over, put a found notice in at the local pounds. If
you were looking for these filthy little ragamuffins, you would have
found them.

We are afraid to take them to the pound because under stress, your dogs
were snappy and horribly afraid, and dogs are judged by temperament for
adoption placement. They would not have passed that test.


They are, under their filth, mats and horrible habits, adorable.

They have learned "Quiet," "Come," "Sit."

They have stopped being so neurotic and we have broken most of their bad
habits in just a few days.

They are smart and sweet and are looking for guidance and WANT to be
good little dogs.

One is a purebred little white and buff guy with an under bite, the
other is a brown little dog that looks almost exactly like a miniature
version of a larger breed dog. They know each other and were obviously
(by the same bad habits) raised (poorly) together.

We will get them neutered, train them and get them into a good, loving
home with people who use the brains God gave them.

If these are your dogs, come on by. Not so you can have them back. So I
can kick your ass.

Thereís a seed of power beneath a flower thatís trying to rise to the sun
She knows itís there, but canít connect through all the damage thatís been done
The strength she seeks in others is all within herself
But just like all her dreams it sits upon a shelf
As time goes by her dreams fade into distant memories
She uses all her energy acting like she wants to please
People who exploit her just so she can make a living
But deep down inside she knows that her true talent lies in giving
Giving the beauty of nature to those who havenít seen it
Giving the gift of spirit to those who donít believe it
Giving everything she has to help an injured pet
Or a shoulder to a sister to help them both forget
The damage

Deborah LaBarr 06/2007

A Doggy Summer

Mamma cat adopts Baby Bunny

Man Pulls a Reverse Lassie, Rescues Puppy From Canyon
By Reagan Alexander | Wednesday, July 7, 2010 11:58 AM ET

350 feet beneath the Earth's surface, Zak Anderegg goes from vacationing canyoneer to dog's best friend.
The slot canyons along the Arizona-Utah border often appear on the surface as nothing more than dark, jack-o-lantern grins carved into the landscape. What draws adventurers and lovers of the outdoors to these natural wonders is what lies beneath the surface, sandstone waves, arches and curls which are the work of centuries of wind and rushing water.

Like many that flock to these sites, Zak Anderegg was on vacation, and armed with a Flip camera he planned to take in all the subterranean wonders that these canyons had to offer. The overhangs, the rock formations, the alleys of darkness punctuated by sunlight that is bounced from wall to limestone wall until it has achieved an otherworldly glow ... the abandoned puppy ...?

~Click HERE to read more~
Just a Dog?
'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.
Puppy Size

This is one of the neatest stories you will ever hear. You will know precisely what this little girl is talking about at the end (you'll want to share this one with your loved ones and special friends)! 
'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?'


Little Cowboy with a big message

A phone call from a 13-yr old boy to  Houston radio station KSBJ FM 89.3.  So profound, the station has it posted on their website.  Click above (or cut and paste to your browser) to listen to it.   It's short.

Jesus and the  Dog

Here is a heart warming  photo from the news in Santa Catarina, Brazil.     A Nativity Scene was erected in a church yard. During the night the folks came  across this sight. An abandoned dog was looking for a  comfortable, protected place to sleep. He chose baby Jesus  as his comfort.  No one had the heart to  send him away so he was there all  night.

Wonderful!  ...........................
We should all have the  good sense of this dog and curl up in Jesus' lap from time  to time!!!

Here in this house... I will never know the loneliness I hear in the barks of the other dogs 'out there'.

I can sleep soundly, assured that when I wake my world will not have changed.

I will never know hunger, or the fear of not knowing if I'll eat.

I will not shiver in the cold, or grow weary from the heat.

I will feel the sun's heat, and the rain's coolness, and be allowed to smell all that can reach my nose.

My fur will shine, and never be dirty or matted.

Here in this house... There will be an effort to communicate with me on my level.

I will be talked to and, even if I don't understand, I can enjoy the warmth of the words.

I will be given a name so that I may know who I am among many.

My name will be used in joy, and I will love the sound of it!

Here in this house... I will never be a substitute for anything I am not.

I will never be used to improve peoples' images of themselves.

I will be loved because I am who I am, not someone's idea of who I should be.

I will never suffer for someone's anger, impatience, or stupidity.

I will be taught all the things I need to know to be loved by all.

If I do not learn my lessons well, they will look to my teacher for blame.

Here in this house... I can trust arms that hold, hands that touch...
knowing that, no matter what they do, they do it for the good of me.

If I am ill, I will be doctored. If scared, I will be calmed. If sad, I will be cheered.

No matter what I look like, I will be considered beautiful and known to be of value.
I will never be cast out because I am too old, too ill, too unruly, or not cute enough.

My life is a responsibility, and not an afterthought.

I will learn that humans can almost, sometimes, be as kind and as fair as dogs.

Here in this house... I will belong. I will be home.