My Happy Canines
My brother had two dogs that he couldn’t take care of because of his crazy life style. He told me that he was going to take his dogs to the humane society and have them put to sleep. He knew that I had, had a Labrador retriever that was my constant companion for 14 years. He also knew that I had this great affection for all animals. When he approached me with the proposition that I take the Lab. I gave him a positive no. No, No, No! This was on a weekend, he planned to take them to the pound on the following Monday.
Needless to say, that weekend I didn’t get much sleep, thinking about those two poor animals that were going to be killed. How could I not give them a home, not just the Lab. but both of them? Their survival was left entirely up to me. Well, the first thing Monday morning, I called my brother and told him to bring both dogs over. I told him I’d keep them until I could find them a home.
Since they were young adults they were pretty set in their habits and ways. It was obvious that they had not been given much love and affection because they feared me and were suspicious of all my efforts. It was empathy and compassion that drew me to them at first. The more I worked with them the more I started to care for them.
Charley was a mongrel about four years old and Lady was a pure bred right around three. Both dogs were plumb full of love but they didn’t show it because they didn’t know what love was. It took me about a year to earn their trust and respect before they could really show their love. When they had confidence in themselves and me they started learning in leaps and bounds. Now, there is an unconditional love that has bound us together forever and ever. Charley and Lady have both become a part of me as well as I them. My home is their home and their home is mine.
Little Charley is really quite an exceptional guy. He shows his love in a good many ways, to Lady, to me and to the neighborhood kids. For example; he’ll wait for Lady to eat her food and if Lady’s still hungry he’ll step aside and let her have his. He’ll lay and lick Lady for hours until her whole body is clean. He loves all children and lets them do anything they want when they’re playing with him. When it comes to me, he follows me where ever I go. When I’m working in my office he’s always right there at my feet, wagging his tail, wiggling his ears and making funny little noises that sound like a purring kitten.
Lady is also real neat, she is always a lady and she struts like a queen. She loves to be mauled and she’ll maul you right back. As big as she is she’s as gentle as can be and she also likes to lay or sit right next to me. She’s somewhat spoiled and likes attention all of the time and you better believe that she gets it, and that’s just fine.
I love my dogs and my dogs love me.
Together we make a happy family.
There’s Charley, Lady, then there’s me
The three of us enjoy each others company.
With these guys in my life I’m never alone.
They both wait at the door for me to get home.
They love to take long walks to the park.
And sometimes we walk the streets after dark.
Ladies a Lab as sweet as she can be.
And my little Charles’s a mystery.
They have their own room in our domain.
A yard where running and romping is their game.
We take care of stray cats in our neighborhood.
We feed and love them and show brotherhood.
Yes there’s lots of love in my little family.
And it’s right up front for all to see.
I think that is how Lady and Charley would tell their story if they could talk Let’s see, I’ve told you about Lady and Charley but that‘s only the beginning of my story. It’s time for me to tell you about Bear my golden retriever.
I have a huge back yard surrounded by a 7 foot fence and a double gate with links and steel. I keep the gate locked always so it’s a safe haven for my animals. I’ll have to paint you a picture to get you in the proper frame of mind. Picture this; it’s the middle of the winter, there’s four feet of snow on the ground and the winds are having conniption fits. Low and behold this 200lb dog shows up just outside the gates but I wouldn’t let him in because I figured he’d eventually go home where he belonged. He was hungry so I put dry food out for him and that seem to appease him. Then I went in the house and forgot all about him. The next morning I grabbed my snow shovel and went outside the gates to clear the driveway and I noticed a large pile of snow along side my truck. I didn’t give it a second thought because the snow had been drifting all through the night leaving large drifts all over the place.
I finished cleaning my driveway then went over to clean my truck and low and behold that big pile of snow started to move. You got that right!! It was Bear (I named him Bear because he looked like a big polar bear). Bear adopted us and now he’s a part of our happy family. “Bear was a gift from God and a real blessing in disguise.”
If you have love in your heart to share the gifts that you give will let the whole world know that you care and if you have love in your home I can promise you that you’ll never be alone. Yes I love one liners and yes, that was mine…
Okay, now you know about Charley, Lady and Bear but my family keeps growing and growing so there is more to this story. Each member is as important as the last and each one with a story.
Sweetheart is comfortably stretched out in her lounge chair making eyes at me so I wink at her and say; “Don’t worry Sweetheart your story is next.”
So now the main focus is on my little sweetheart, Sweetheart. Sweetheart is named Sweetheart because she truly is a sweetheart (Sure a lot of sweethearts laying the foundation). When I was telling you about Lady and Charley she climbed up on the upper most part of her lounger with one ear perked up and the other hanging lazy over her cheek. She kept her big brown eyes on me the whole time I was writing. I think that somehow she knew I wasn’t writing about her. It was like she was jealous in wonderment. I had to keep assuring her that her turn was coming.
Just looking at her with those big brown eyes, one ear up and one ear down and a painted on smile you can’t help but know that she’s a sweetheart.
Any way she’s colored pure gold with a white mask on her face that goes from her snout to her forehead. She’s got what looks like a lazy ear, her tail is shaped like an L and she walks with a slight limp. This is what I’m about to explain…
In 2004 I rented one of my apartments to a young couple who raised Pit Bulls. The young man was Steve his wife’s name was Nicole and they had a 5 year old daughter named Brittney. I’m mentioning this because it will make it easier to tell Sweethearts story.
Sweetheart’s life began with this family and now I am going to reveal the shocking truth.
Sweetheart’s original name was “Fighting Bitch”. What I didn’t know when I rented to Steve was that he raised Pit Bulls to be fighters. The meaner he could make them the better fighters they’d become. It turned out that Steve was a drug addicts a thief and a liar, but that’s another story.
The “Fighting Bitch” as Sweetheart was called was beaten, starved and chained. The beatings were often and torturess and starving her would make her fight for her food. They called her the Bitch and her life was really a BITCH.
Sweetheart had one professional fight and lost to a larger and meaner Pit Bull. Her ear was almost torn from her head, her tail was broken in the middle and her left hind leg had multiple fractures. Had I known what was going on right under my nose I surely would have stopped it, called the humane society and had Steve arrested for animal abuse.
I knew nothing!!
At least not until a domestic problem surfaced. It appears that Steve had a lot of money bet on the “Fighting Bitches” fight, when she lost Steve celebrated by getting obnoxiously drunk, came home and severely beat is wife and daughter. His neighbor called the police and he was arrested for child abuse. I didn’t see Steve again and Nicole took her daughter Brittney, left in the middle of the night and hasn’t been heard or seen since.
When I went in to clean up the apartment a week later I found Sweetheart chained in a closet more dead then alive. She has been a gift and a pleasure given to us through the mercy of God and a prize member of my family ever since.
She is sitting here beside me looking me right in the eye she’s pleased that I finally told her story. For a dog that was trained to be mean she’s got to be the sweetest most loving creature in all of humanity.
Next it’s time for Bobby! I don’t know too much about Bobby only that he was a runaway feeding out of all the garbage cans in the neighborhood and the dog catchers couldn’t catch him. I guess he heard that I loved animals and decided that my place was a good place to settle down. One step ahead of the law and tired of running he jumped the 7 foot fence and refused to leave. This left me with two choices, take him in or turn him over to the law and the law in my neck of the woods executes Pit Bulls.
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Since they were young adults they were pretty set in their habits and ways. It was obvious that they had not been given much love and affection because they feared me and were suspicious of all my efforts. It was empathy and compassion that drew me to them at first. The more I worked with them the more I started to care for them.
Charley was a mongrel about four years old and Lady was a pure bred right around three. Both dogs were plumb full of love but they didn’t show it because they didn’t know what love was. It took me about a year to earn their trust and respect before they could really show their love. When they had confidence in themselves and me they started learning in leaps and bounds. Now, there is an unconditional love that has bound us together for ever and ever. Charley and Lady have both become a part of me as well as I them. My home is their home and their home is mine.
Little Charley is really quite an exceptional guy. He shows his love in a good many ways, to Lady, to me and to the neighborhood kids. For example; he’ll wait for Lady to eat her food and if Lady’s still hungry he’ll step aside and let her have his. He’ll lay and lick Lady for hours until her whole body is clean. He loves all children and lets them do anything they want when they’re playing with him. When it comes to me, he follows me where ever I go. When I’m working in my office he’s always right there at my feet, wagging his tail, wiggling his ears and making funny little noises that sound like a purring kitten.
Lady is also real neat, she is always a lady and she struts like a queen. She loves to be mauled and she’ll maul you right back. As big as she is she’s as gentle as can be and she also likes to lay or sit right next to me. She’s somewhat spoiled and likes attention all of the time and you better believe that she gets it, and that’s just fine.
I love my dogs and my dogs love me.
Together we make a happy family.
There’s Charley, Lady, then there’s me
The three of us enjoy each other’s company.
With these guys in my life I’m never alone.
They both wait at the door for me to get home.
They love to take long walks to the park.
And sometimes we walk the streets after dark.
Ladies a Lab as sweet as she can be.
And my little Charles’s a mystery.
They have their own room in our domain.
A yard where running and romping is their game.
We take care of stray cats in our neighborhood.
We feed and love them and show brotherhood.
Yes there’s lots of love in my little family.
And it’s right up front for all to see.
I think that is how Lady and Charley would tell their story if they could talk Let’s see, I’ve told you about Lady and Charley but that‘s only the beginning of my story. It’s time for me to tell you about Bear my golden retriever.
I have a huge back yard surrounded by a 7 foot fence and a double gate with links and steel. I keep the gate locked always so it’s a safe haven for my animals. I’ll have to paint you a picture to get you in the proper frame of mind. Picture this; it’s the middle of the winter, there’s four feet of snow on the ground and the winds are having conniption fits. Low and behold this 200lb dog shows up just outside the gates but I wouldn’t let him in because I figured he’d eventually go home where he belonged. He was hungry so I put dry food out for him and that seem to appease him. Then I went in the house and forgot all about him. The next morning I grabbed my snow shovel and went outside the gates to clear the driveway and I noticed a large pile of snow along side my truck. I didn’t give it a second thought because the snow had been drifting all through the night leaving large drifts all over the place.
I finished cleaning my driveway then went over to clean my truck and low and behold that big pile of snow started to move. You got that right!! It was Bear (I named him Bear because he looked like a big polar bear). Bear adopted us and now he’s a part of our happy family. “Bear was a gift from God and a real blessing in disguise.”
If you have love in your heart to share the gifts that you give will let the whole world know that you care and if you have love in your home I can promise you that you’ll never be alone. Yes I love one liners and yes, that was mine…
Okay, now you know about Charley, Lady and Bear but my family keeps growing and growing so there is more to this story. Each member is as important as the last and each one with a story.
Sweetheart is comfortably stretched out in her lounge chair making eyes at me so I wink at her and say; “Don’t worry Sweetheart your story is next.”
So now the main focus is on my little sweetheart, Sweetheart. Sweetheart is named Sweetheart because she truly is a sweetheart (Sure a lot of sweethearts laying the foundation). When I was telling you about Lady and Charley she climbed up on the upper most part of her lounger with one ear perked up and the other hanging lazy over her cheek. She kept her big brown eyes on me the whole time I was writing. I think that somehow she knew I wasn’t writing about her. It was like she was jealous in wonderment. I had to keep assuring her that her turn was coming.
Just looking at her with those big brown eyes, one ear up and one ear down and a painted on smile you can’t help but know that she’s a sweetheart.
Any way she’s colored pure gold with a white mask on her face that goes from her snout to her forehead. She’s got what looks like a lazy ear, her tail is shaped like an L and she walks with a slight limp. This is what I’m about to explain…
In 2004 I rented one of my apartments to a young couple who raised Pit Bulls. The young man was Steve his wife’s name was Nicole and they had a 5 year old daughter named Brittney. I’m mentioning this because it will make it easier to tell Sweethearts story.
Sweetheart’s life began with this family and now I am going to reveal the shocking truth.
Sweetheart’s original name was “Fighting Bitch”. What I didn’t know when I rented to Steve was that he raised Pit Bulls to be fighters. The meaner he could make them the better fighters they’d become. It turned out that Steve was a drug addicts a thief and a liar, but that’s another story.
The “Fighting Bitch” as Sweetheart was called was beaten, starved and chained. The beatings were often and torturess and starving her would make her fight for her food. They called her the Bitch and her life was really a BITCH.
Sweetheart had one professional fight and lost to a larger and meaner Pit Bull. Her ear was almost torn from her head, her tail was broken in the middle and her left hind leg had multiple fractures. Had I known what was going on right under my nose I surely would have stopped it, called the humane society and had Steve arrested for animal abuse.
I knew nothing!!
At least not until a domestic problem surfaced. It appears that Steve had a lot of money bet on the “Fighting Bitches” fight, when she lost Steve celebrated by getting obnoxiously drunk, came home and severely beat is wife and daughter. His neighbor called the police and he was arrested for child abuse. I didn’t see Steve again and Nicole took her daughter Brittney, left in the middle of the night and hasn’t been heard or seen since.
When I went in to clean up the apartment a week later I found Sweetheart chained in a closet more dead than alive. She has been a gift and a pleasure given to us through the mercy of God and a prize member of my family ever since.
She is sitting here beside me looking me right in the eye she’s pleased that I finally told her story. For a dog that was trained to be mean she’s got to be the sweetest most loving creature in all of humanity.
Next it’s time for Bobby! I don’t know too much about Bobby only that he was a runaway feeding out of all the garbage cans in the neighborhood and the dog catchers couldn’t catch him. I guess he heard that I loved animals and decided that my place was a good place to settle down. One step ahead of the law and tired of running he jumped the 7 foot fence and refused to leave. This left me with two choices, take him in or turn him over to the law and the law in my neck of the woods executes Pit Bulls.
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