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Good for the Soul - Page 6
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.

Native American - Amazing Grace (in cherokee)
About a week ago the people  living in Colorado  Springs who wondered why their water  barrel was almost empty every day. They set up a couple of cameras and  caught a bear bathing.


Crock Whisperer

Rather than trying to tame wild stallions, fearless Costa Rican fisherman Chito prefers a playful wrestle in the water with his best pal Pocho - a deadly 17ft crocodile.
The 52-year-old daredevil draws gasps of amazement from onlookers by wading chest-deep into the water, then whistling for his 980lb buddy - and giving him an affectionate hug.

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LETTER FROM A SHELTER MANAGER
Author Unknown

"I think our society needs a huge "Wake-up" call. ...As a shelter manager, I am going to share a little insight with you all...a view from the inside if you will. First off, all of you people who have ever surrendered a pet to a shelter or humane society should be made to work in the "back" of an animal shelter for a day. Maybe if you saw the life drain from a few sad, lost, confused eyes, you would stop flagging the ads on craigslist and help these animals find homes. That puppy you just bought will most likely end up in my shelter when it's not a cute little puppy anymore. Just so you know there's a 90% chance that dog will never walk out of the shelter itís dumped at? Purebred or not! About 25% of all of the dogs that are "owner surrenders" or "strays", that come into a shelter are purebred dogs.

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Important things to know:

•  Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience.
•  The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But it's still on the list.
•  Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.
•  If I agreed with you we'd both be wrong.
•  We never really grow up, we only learn how to act in public.
•  War does not determine who is right - only who is left.
•  Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
•  Evening news is where they begin with 'Good evening', and then proceed to tell you why it isn't.
•  To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism. To steal from many is research.
•  A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a train stops. On my desk, I have a work station.
•  How is it one careless match can start a forest fire, but it takes a whole box to start a campfire?
•  I thought I wanted a career; turns out I just wanted pay checks.
•  A bank is a place that will lend you money, if you can prove that you don't need it.
•  Whenever I fill out an application, in the part that says "If an emergency, notify:" I put "DOCTOR".
•  I didn't say it was your fault, I said I was blaming you.
•  Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?
•  Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the street with a bald head and a beer gut, and still think they are sexy.
•  Why do Americans choose from just two people to run for president and 50 for Miss America ?
•  Behind every successful man is his woman. Behind the fall of a successful man is usually another woman.
•  A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.
•  You do not need a parachute to skydive. You only need a parachute to skydive twice.
•  The voices in my head may not be real, but they have some good ideas!
Always borrow money from a pessimist. He won't expect it back.
•  A diplomat is someone who can tell you to go to hell in such a way that you will look forward to the trip.
•  Hospitality:  making your guests feel like they're at home, even if you wish they were.
•  Money can't buy happiness, but it sure makes misery easier to live with.
•  Some cause happiness wherever they go. Others whenever they go.
•  There's a fine line between cuddling, and holding someone down so they can't get away.
•  I used to be indecisive. Now I'm not sure.
•  I always take life with a grain of salt, plus a slice of lemon, and a shot of tequila.
•  When tempted to fight fire with fire, remember that the Fire Department usually uses water.
•  You're never too old to learn something stupid.
•  To be sure of hitting the target, shoot first and call whatever you hit the target.
•  Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.
•  Some people hear voices. Some see invisible people. Others have no imagination whatsoever.
•  A bus is a vehicle that runs twice as fast when you are after it as when you are in it.
•  If you are supposed to learn from your mistakes, why do some people have more than one child?
•  Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine.

"Before I Made You Mine"


You chewed the couch, you tracked in mud
you had "accidents" on the Persian rug.
You were too wild to contain.
Just walking you was such a pain.
I d have to lock you in a crate
to keep you from making me go insane.
Once, I tried to train you,
but you were too headstrong.
You wouldn t do what I wanted,
the process took too long.
As soon as I d come home from work,
you d pester me to play.
Couldn t you see how tired I was
after working the entire day?
When I d settle in at night to watch my favorite show
you d start whining at the door.
Of course, you d wait till then to go.
Today it s time to say goodbye.
The shelter will find you a home.
You can be your new family s problem,
and my life can be my own.
I feel relief, my stress is gone.
I can go back to having my own time,
just like I had six months ago,
before I made you mine.

I don t know what I m doing here,
this is not where I want to be.
There s strange people and scary dogs...
when are you coming back for me?
I can tell it s getting dark.
I hope they remember my bedtime bone.
And where is the bed you bought me
the day you brought me home?
You seemed so excited and happy then,
I don t know when it all went wrong.
But I wish you d given me a chance;
six months isn t very long.
You were boring, you were dull,
you had no time to throw the ball.
Yet I loved you anyway-my devotion unconditional.
I wish you knew what you were doing,
I wish you took the time,
to learn what I was all about
before I made you mine.


Footprints

Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering apprehensively
into the kennels. I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her. I
wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she wouldn t be afraid.

As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view from a little accident I
had in the back of my cage. I didn t want her to know that I hadn t been
walked today. Sometimes the shelter keepers get too busy and I didn t want
her to think poorly of them.

As she read my kennel card I hoped that she wouldn t feel sad about my
past. I only have the future to look forward to and want to make a
difference in someone s life.

She got down on her knees and made little kissy sounds at me. I shoved my
shoulder and side of my head up against the bars to comfort her. Gentle
fingertips caressed my neck; she was desperate for companionship.

A tear fell down her cheek and I raised my paw to assure her that all
would be well. Soon my kennel door opened and her smile was so bright that
I instantly jumped into her arms. I would promise to keep her safe. I
would promise to always be by her side. I would promise to do everything I
could to see that radiant smile and sparkle in her eyes. I was so fortunate
that she came down my corridor. So many more are out there who haven t
walked the corridors. So many more to be saved. At least I could save one.

I rescued a human today.

RED MARBLES


I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes.  I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily appraising a basket of freshly picked green peas.

I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new
potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn t help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.

Hello Barry, how are you today? 

H lo , Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus  admirin  them peas. They sure look good.

They are good, Barry. How s your Ma? 

Fine. Gittin  stronger alla  time. 

Good. Anything I can help you with? 

No, Sir. Jus  admirin  them peas.  Would you like to take some home ?  asked Mr.. Miller.

No, Sir. Got nuthin  to pay for em with. 

Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas? 

All I got s my prize marble here. 

Is that right? Let me see it  said Miller..

Here  tis. She s a dandy. 

I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?  the store owner asked.

Not zackley but almost.. 

Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble .. Mr. Miller told the boy.

Sure will. Thanks Mr.Miller. 

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.. With a smile she said,  There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn t like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.. 

I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.

Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr.. Miller had died.


They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.

Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband s casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her, and moved on to the casket.

Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one; each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many
years ago and what she had told me about her husband s bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket

Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim  traded  them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size.....they came to pay their debt. 

We ve never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,  she confided,  but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho.. 

With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

The Moral:
We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds.. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath....

Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ~ A fresh pot of coffee you didn t make yourself..An unexpected phone call from an old friend...Green stoplights on your way to work.....The fastest line at the grocery store...A good sing-along song on the radio...Your keys found right where you left them.

Send this to the people you ll never forget. I just Did....

If you don t send it to anyone, it means you are in way too much of a hurry to even notice the joys of life when they occur.

IT S NOT WHAT YOU GATHER, BUT WHAT YOU SCATTER THAT TELLS WHAT KIND OF LIFE YOU HAVE LIVED

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