luckychaos

our neighbours have a 13 week old cairn terrier puppy named Charlie. They had to go away to visit relitives for an emergency, so they asked us to look after him. He's soooooo cute, but I'm pretty sure he has kennel cough. he might also have worms too. So somehow I have to keep him seperated from the other dogs. They never told us he had kennel cough, but they don't know much about dogs (he's from a pet store.) I feel so sorry for him.

Homeward Bound was my faviorite movie when i was 8. I used to watch it over and over again. I still somehow know all the words off by heart. Holz, I'm really glad Boomer is ok, that must have been an unpleasant experience for him :(

[quote name='"Prairie_Gurl"']I think if we (my school) ever protested against ANYTHING (unless it was to hire the teachs' pay) my gym teach would eat us. He's really scarry... swear he's a canibal. Ya whats really funny is we have the scariest science teacher. That morning we were waiting for the bell to ring and he comes outside everyone backs up and is trying to hide behind someone else. But since it was legal to have a protest he couln't do anything exept yell at his first class of the day to get inside.

oops that last post was me :oops:

Were pretty sure Chaos is part greyhound or whippet. she has that lean look to her and the greyhound ears. And even though she's only a puppy shes the fastest dog in the park, and LOVES to run.

I'm a little late on the congrats but :smilecolros: CONGRATULATIONS anyway. He looks SO MUCH luke Lucky when he was a puppy, 'cept he dosen't have as much white.

I thought the West Nile was from mosquito's? can fleas have it too? Thats what we were so worried about since we go to our cottage for the summer, there are so many mosquitos, and theres no prevention 'cept bug spray for them.

First time we went to the cottage with Lucky, The first thing he did was to catch and kill (have no clue how he did it) a frog and a fish. He ate them both then threw them up in the house later.

For easter my family and I went to visit my aunt, uncle and cousins in barrie. They love dogs so we brought them along. Ike got along really really well at their house, he was much better behaved and loved my cousins who are 12 and 6. Even my uncle who is really nervous about dogs he dosen't know thought he was great. Their lab had just died from age, and they were in the process of looking for a new puppy. But they were so pleased with Ike, and he was so friendly to them that it was a perfect match. Ike has a new home. I know he's gonna be very happy. Now I can start looking in the shelters for a new doggy! :D

Nah, i couldn't do it either. Maybe for 500 years or something, but if you lived forever eventually you would just get bored. There would also be no point in living.

I never though of this before, good idea! :D Lucky would be mid-cool. His grades would be average and he would always leave his homework to the last minute. He'd be the one who would daydream about the popular girls but not take action. he would especially like blondes. (I'm serious about this, when we go to the park he's always after the golden retrievers and yellow labs, but not the black or chocolate labs or even the reddish colored golden retrievers.)but when he found a girl he would be faithful to the last. He'd probally try out for the teams but not make it, because he's shy. he get in trouble occasionally, but mostly he'd do exactally what teachers say. Chaos would be a semi-bad girl. Everyone would see she has the ability to be the smartest, but she takes what she learns and pushes it to the back of her head. She'd be a bully, and independent but not a loner. When she makes friends, she'd be a true friend. she'd never back down from a challenge and wouldn't be afraid to make fun of those cheerleaders. In class, instead of copying notes from the board, she'd be writing about how stupied the teacher looked today. she'd be the experimental type, not afraid to try something new, even if it means getting in trouble.

Melissa sat on the floor, unable to sit straight and tall like her mother had always admonished her to do when she was a child. Today, it would be impossible. And tomorrow....it probably wouldn't be possible then either. Her mind was too busy thinking about the dog that laid across her lap. When he came to be with her, he had no name. She remembered that day very well. The first sight of him was enough to break her heart into little pieces. The woman who had taken this dog from the rough streets where he had lived, had tried to save him because she was unable to watch this young dog find his own food in a dumpster outside the crackhouse where he lived. Nobody cared that he was gone. His fur was very thick; so thick that she had to wiggle her fingers down to feel his boney body. And as she pulled her fingers away again, they were coated in old dirt. Black and white, he was supposed to be. But on that day he was beige and dust. He sat in the back of her car panting continuously, ears laid outward for he had lost his courage and couldn't keep them proud and tall. He sat motionless, waiting and limp. But the thing that was the most disturbing was the look in his eyes. They were quiet eyes, sunken into his head - and they watched her. They were alive with thought. He was waiting for her to do something "to" him. Little did he know at the time that, instead, she would "give" something to him. She gave him one of the little broken pieces of her heart. She reached out to stroke his head and he instinctively squinched his eyes shut and dropped his head, waiting for the heavy hand. With that little bit of movement she gave him another one of the broken pieces of her heart. She took him home and gave him a bath. She toweled him dry and brushed some order back into his coat. For that, he was grateful and even though his own heart was loaded with worms, he accepted yet another piece of her heart, for it would help to heal his own. "Would you like some water, big boy?" she whispered to him as she set down a large bowl of cold well water. He drank it up happily. He had been dehydrated for a long time and she knew it would take him most of the week to rehydrate. He wanted more water - but it was gone. Ah...that's how it is, he thought to himself. But he was grateful for what he had been able to get. "Would you like some more?" and she gave him another bowl along with another little piece of her heart. "I know that you are hungry. You don't have to find your own food anymore. Here's a big bowl of good food for you. I'd added some warm water and little piece of my heart." Over the four months that he stayed with her, his health improved. The heart full of worms was replaced piece by piece with little bits of her loving heart. And each little piece worked a very special kind of magic. When the warmth of love and gentle caresses are added, the little broken pieces knit together again and heal the container it resides in. That container becomes whole again. She watched each little broken piece fill a gap in the gentle dog until his quiet eyes radiated the light from the little pieces. You see, kind words gentle spoken, turn the little pieces into illumination for the spirit that resides within. He rested beside her, happy to be with her always. Never had he known such kindness, such gentle caresses; such love. His health had returned, his spirit was playful as a young dog's should be and he had learned about love. Now his heart was full. The healing was complete. It was time to go. There was another person who had another heart that was meant to be shared with him. So she sat shapeless on the floor because all the broken pieces of her heart were with the dog. It is difficult to sit tall when your heart is not with you. She wrapped her arms around the dog who sat with tall, proud ears for her. Lean on me, he said. And she gave him one last thing that would keep him strong; that would keep the pieces of her heart together long after he had gone on to live his new life. She gave him her tears and bound them to the pieces with a simple statement made from the ribbons of her heart. "I love you, Joe." And Joe lived happily ever after. Melissa sat on the floor, straight and tall like her mother had always admonished her to do when she was a child. Today, it would be possible. And tomorrow....it probably would be possible too. Because her mind was busy thinking about this, the next dog that laid across her lap. Where did she get the heart to help yet another dog, you ask? Ahhh....it came with the dog. They always bring a little bit of heart with them. And when the rescuer breathes in that little bit of heart, it quickly grows and fills the void left by the last dog. Grace Saalsaa

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

That puppy looks identical to Chaos! But it is great to rescue a older dog thats in the shelter for no fault of their own. Good for you Encyclopedia and bullygirl for adopting instead of buying. :D

They are precious! :D