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    Where Are All The Cookies?

    in Internet Cafe

    Posted

    I believe it is that time again....... and I have wonderful, beautiful BOYS!

    I need cookies!! Lots & Lots of COOKIES!

     

    Where are the girl scouts? I know they are out here somewhere..... with my cookies! Please............... I need cookies...............

    Will You Help Me Unpack?

    in Archive of Four Legged Friendzy

    Posted

    "Will You Help Me Unpack?"

     

    Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed,

    and all nicely tucked in my warm new bed,

    I should unpack my baggage, lest I forget,

    There is so much to carry, so much to regret...

     

    Hmm...Yes there it is, right on top, let's first unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss,

    And there by my leash hides Fear and hides Shame,

    As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave,

    I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain.

     

    I loved them, the others, the ones who left me,

    but I wasn't good enough for they didn't want me.

    Will you add to my baggage? Will you help me unpack?

    Or recoil from my things and take me right back?

     

    Do you have the time to help me unpack?

    To put away my baggage, and never repack?

    I pray that you do, for I'm so tired you see,

    But I do come with baggage — do you still want me?

     

    - Unknown

    HOW COULD YOU?

    in Archive of Four Legged Friendzy

    Posted

    "How Could You?"

    by Jim Willis

    When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh.

     

    You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?"- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.

     

    My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

     

    Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her.

     

    I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch--because your touch was now so infrequent--and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

     

    There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

     

    Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.

     

    You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

     

    They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind-that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.

     

    As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself--a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.

     

    And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

     

    Copyright © Jim Willis. All Rights Reserved.

    small dog for sale wanted

    in Archive of Four Legged Friendzy

    Posted

    Please go up to the shelter when you get a chance. There are MANY wonderful puppies & dogs looking for someone like you. :)

     

    They are open Monday - Friday 9-5 (closed Wednesday)

    Saturday 10-5 & Sunday 2-5

     

    Adoption fees are $35.00 (this includes a micro chip)

     

    You may get lucky & find a "not too old, not too young" pup that has already been spayed/neutered!! Many of them have!!

     

    I have a few pics from today, if you can tell me an idea of what breed you hope to find, I will post a pic.

    Adopted?

    in Internet Cafe

    Posted

    This is only my opinion, so take it for what it's worth to you.

    I myself would NOT be comfortable with an open adoption.

    I think it would leave too many doors open that may be better off closed. I think all you really need is history, medical & mental.

    Imagine if you will, the teenage years, when most kids can't stand their parents anyway, what would be hiding behind that open door?

    Could you imagine your child telling the "birth parent" how awful you are? What could that lead to?

    I also think it would make growing up a bit more confusing than it would have already been. It's hard enough when you think that you weren't "wanted". I can only see the negative behind having a "2nd mommy" in the picture.

    I always knew that my "egg incubator" was young. (16 or 17) That's all I needed to know, the rest was self explainitory.

    My parents could have benefited from having a medical history. (and a mental history for my brother :))

    Again, just my opinion.

    Whatever you decide, good luck!

    Adopted?

    in Internet Cafe

    Posted

    Speaking of adoptions, I am a step parent who is very interested in adopting my stepson. Does anyone have any experience with this issue?

     

    I don't, but I would think you could contact Department of Family & Children Services. They should be able to start you in the right direction.

    Good Luck!!!!

    Adopted?

    in Internet Cafe

    Posted

    Feels like an AA meeting  :lol:

     

    Hello, I am ANG and I am adopted.

     

    In West Germany 1964. Adopted also in the womb. Don't want to know anythig but TOM my hubby was also adopted in California. :)

    :lol: :lol: :lol:

     

    I found out many details about my conception that I would rather have never known, many details in general that I would have rather not known. But honestly, I think she needed me to find her more than I needed her to be found.

     

    She has a daughter. Drives me CRAZY when someone refers to her as a "sister" or to the birth mother as a "mom" Some people may be comfortable with that, I am NOT.

    My MOM is my MOM, noone else.

     

    We have a standing comment in this house: my hubby's bioligical father is known as "the sperm donor" & my biological mother is known as "the egg incubator"

     

    Nothing negative intended, it's just how I see it.

     

    I will say that all of our phone conversations have been pleasant. She seems nice enough. But do I have any emotional attachments? How could I? I don't know her.

     

    For many years I had decided that I wouldn't seek them out, simply because I didn't know if I was a "secret" I would never want to disturb anyone's life with a knock on the door or a letter in the mail. I was fortunate enough to talk to a woman that had told her daughter everything. I don't have any info on the "sperm donor" I don't know his last name, but I do know that he has other children.

     

    I worried about telling my mom about my phone conversations, but she didn't seem too upset. She knows she is my mother. If she was upset, she hid it well.

    Adopted?

    in Internet Cafe

    Posted

      I've never had any wants to locate my biological parents.

     

    I only decided after my son was born with a cleft..... I couldn't help but to blame myself, I think it's the natural response from a mother that she must have done something wrong..... geez, that alone would make a new topic.

     

    Point is: It took me many years after he was born to decide & then I was only seeking the medical history. I was shocked when the State Adoption rep called me within days of registering to tell me that the birth mother had registered 11 years earlier.

     

    I agree, My parents are my ONLY parents. But aren't you a tad curious about the medical side of your life? When you have to leave all those little boxes unchecked because you don't know the answers to them?

    Adopted?

    in Internet Cafe

    Posted

    This is a spin off from another topic....... we all seemed to get side tracked... imagine that :D

     

    I was adopted before I popped out. My parents never met my birth mother, it was arranged by others & all records closed.

     

    I admire my parents for always telling my brother (also adopted, but does not have the same birth parents as I) & I that we were special because we were chosen :wub:

     

    We grew up this way, always knowing. If I had a question (many by the time I was in middle school) I would just ask.

     

    I was only seeking my medical background when I registered with the state.

    The birth mother had registered the same year I turned 18. She wanted to be sure that if I did search, she would be available.

     

    I have spoken to her on the phone. No, I haven't met her in person.

     

    That's all the gut spilling from me for the moment.... someone else's turn :p

    Racism

    in Internet Cafe

    Posted

    I am curious what the wait limit is for an infant?

    When my hubby & I inquired (at least 5 yrs ago) it was approx 4 years for an infant girl. (race unimportant)

    Racism

    in Internet Cafe

    Posted

    Afterall when was the last time you heard of the green folks with gills being denied the simple right to coexist. (yup that's sarcastic feseciasm)(OMG fecesiam -- that might be a new word for the dictionary police).

     

     

     

    Actually, I saw a few of those little green folk hiding out in my back yard just the other day! Wow, I didn't realize they had gills.... ewwww.... I won't invite them inside if that's the case.

    ^_^

    Racism

    in Internet Cafe

    Posted

    I myself strongly believe that all men (and Women) are created equal with the exception of my sisters, because brothers are always smarter than their sisters.

     

    Bubba

    :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

     

    we will save this one for a different topic!!!!!!

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