Touching Dog  things
Just a dog - Author Unknown

From time to time, people tell me,   "lighten up,
it's just a dog," or, "that's a lot of money for
just a  dog."  They don't understand the distance
traveled, the time spent, or  the costs  
involved
for "just a dog." Some of my proudest moments
have  come about  with "just a dog." Many
hours have passed and my only  company was
"just a  dog," but I did not once feel slighted.

Some of   my saddest moments have  been
brought about by "just a dog," and in  those days
of darkness, the  gentle touch of "just a dog"
gave me  comfort and reason to overcome the  
day. If you, too, think it's  "just a dog," then you
will  probably understand phases like "just a  
friend," "just a sunrise," or  "just a promise."
"Just a dog"  brings into my life the very essence
of  friendship, trust, and pure  unbridled joy.
"Just a dog" brings out the  compassion and
patience  that make me a better person. Because
of "just a  dog" I will rise  early, take long
walks and look longingly to the future.

So for me and  folks like me, it's not "just a dog"
but an embodiment of  all the  hopes and
dreams of the future, the fond memories of the
past, and  the  pure joy of the moment. "Just a
dog" brings out what's good in me  and  diverts
my thoughts away from myself and the worries
of the  day.

I hope that someday they can understand that it's
not  "just  a dog" but the thing that
gives me humanity and keeps me from being   
"just a man or women." So the next time
you hear the  phrase "just  a dog." just smile,
because they "just don't understand.
This page is a collection of Dog things that I think all dog people will enjoy........

Dear Protector of Dogs and Fools:

When that intelligent, hardworking, honest judge
finally sees what I see in this dog I've worked so
hard and long with, help me to accept my win
with grace and dignity.  
And, when that blind, clueless idiot -- I mean,
judge -- somehow fails to see what a fine job
we're done, (well, at least  better than the
so-and-so he placed ahead of us!), help me to
accept mydefeat with some of that same grace
and dignity.

Lord, you alone know how I've sweated blood
over this dog, the hours I've spend getting her
ready (and, Lord, are any of them ever ready?).
You(and probably only you!) understand why
I've spent good money on this animal -- money I
could have spent on lots of other things -- things
that just might have afforded me a little more
pleasure and a lot less frustration. Lord, tolerate
my disappointment when I lose, and help me
keep it all in perspective.  Help me remember
that when some dog show judge gives
me the gate, it's not as if St. Peter just gave me
those pearly ones.

Lord, clear my eyes and help me see, *before* I
open my big mouth, that the so-and-so with the
cow-hocked, pony-gaited dink walking out of the
ring ahead of me is actually a fellow exhibitor
who has also worked hard,maybe even sweated
blood over *his* dog too, and probably deserves
to enjoy this moment to its fullest while it lasts.

Lord, you know there are sometimes -- but not
nearly as often as I tend to suppose when I lose
-- such ugly things as Politics, Prejudice, and
Unethical Practices, which may cause my dog to
get beaten unfairly -- sometimes.  Help me, then,
to remember that several wrongs won't ever
make a right, and that none of the wrongs gives
me an excuse to act like an idiot.

You know I'm a competitor, Lord; I make no
bones about that.  I love to win and I hate to get
beat. There are few things more abhorrent to
me,
Lord, than placing sixth out of six.  If I didn't love
to compete, I'd stay home and knit afghans.  But
then, there are probably afghan shows, and
people who hire professional knitters with
high-tech knitting machines, and most likely
there are afghan show judges who raise sheep
whose wool goes into some of the winningest
afghans, and there I'd be -- still frustrated,
still getting beat, and without a dog to share half
the blame.

This year, Lord, help me to have a little more
faith in my fellow dog folks, and for
Heaven's sake, help me win, or lose, with a little
class.

AMEN.  ANON

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly.  
One day a small opening appeared.
He sat and watched the butterfly for
several hours as it struggled to force
it's body through that little hole.  Then
it seemed to stop making any
progress.  It appeared as if it had
gotten as far as it could, and it could
go no further.   So the man decided to
help the butterfly.  He  took a pair of
scissors and snipped off the  
remaining bit of the cocoon.   The
butterfly then emerged easily.  But it
had a swollen body and small,
shriveled wings.  

The man continued to watch the
butterfly because  he expected that, at
any moment, the wings would enlarge
and  expand to be able to support the
body, which would contract in time.   
Neither happened!  In fact, the
butterfly spent the rest of its life
crawling around with a swollen body
and shriveled wings.  It never was
able
to fly.  

What the man, in his kindness and
haste, did not understand was that the
restricting cocoon and the struggle
required for the butterfly to get
through
the tiny opening were God's way of
forcing fluid from the body of the
butterfly into its wings so that it would
be ready for flight once it achieved its
freedom from the cocoon Sometimes
struggles are exactly what we need in
our lives.  If God allowed us to go
through our lives without  any  
obstacles, it would cripple us. We
would not be as strong as we could
have been.   We could never fly!
Heaven's Doggy-Door - Author Unknown
My best friend closed his eyes last
night,As his head was in my hand.
The Doctors said he was in pain And it
was hard for him to stand.

The thoughts that scurried through my
head,As I cradled him in my arms,
Were of his younger, puppy years,And
Oh...., his many charms.

Today, there was no gentle nudge With an
intense "I love you" gaze.
Only a heart that's filled with tears  
Remembering our joy-filled days

But an Angel just appeared to me.And he
said, "You should cry no more,
God also loves our canine friends. He
installed a Doggie Door!!
special ones!


They say memories are golden
well maybe that is true
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.

A million times I needed you,
a million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved
you
you never would have died.

In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
no one could ever fill.

If tears could build a stairway
and heartache make a lane,
I'd walk the path to heaven
and bring you back again.

Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again.