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Posted: 7/26/2009 7:49:02 PM | | Write about the best dog you ever had. As many words as you want, no deadline. But at least 5 paragraphs. It can be funny, sad, whatever. I want to know what kind of dog it was, and why it was so special. | |
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Posted: 7/26/2009 11:46:54 PM | Hi Cindiloo2,
I love your writing, Christmas in Vegas has stuck in my mind, it is such a wonderful story of hope and wishes fulfilled...anyway, now that I've buttered you up - lol, can this be about any pet or animal companion? I don't have and haven't had a dog yet, but plenty of other wonderful friends.
Lisa | |
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Posted: 7/27/2009 2:45:43 AM | Springer Spaniel
Like a jack in box , Boing! Swoosh , over the style we go , along the old river bank Weeving and Wagging faster than himself . I dont know how he's still standing when the back legs wiggle faster than the tail.
He cant stop , he wont stop , hes in the zone . Smells the whole feild and everything on the river . He can still smell home . The treats in my pocket and the people in the mill , the smell of traffic , farm , church on the hill.
I call him to me and without disdain he sits up , eager and disciplined in front of my feet. Poised , sharp , 100% tension all fallen into order . Now with a Short high pitched hoot Like releasing a coiled spring .. The release of a Longbow arrow ... Away straight and true along the bank negotiating the thistles onward , sure , true.
The duck flys off startlled with such a suprise the springer gives chase , nothings in his way , running across water Splashdown with instincts intact , chase chase chase.
I'd never tire him out . He works and he loves his job. His nose is bueatiful his ears so unique . his dumpy tail and webbed feet . He's my best freind . He is eager to please and always around ... so sensitive. I watch what I say .
I hid his favourite sock under the bin bags , several of which smelt of a thousand old hags. I called him out and asked him to find .... triangulates in the wind , I knew he would find . Distinguises more smells than I know words , We have an understanding .
Freind of the feild ... | |
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Posted: 7/27/2009 3:03:53 AM | | Hi Lisa, thank you. If you haven't had a dog, go ahead and write about another animal that was special to you. | |
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Posted: 7/27/2009 3:06:45 AM | That's what I'm talking about Jack. Two things got me ...
So sensitive. I watch what I say .
Distinguises more smells than I know words
I love both those lines.
Very good. | |
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Posted: 7/27/2009 8:34:37 AM | THE LIFE STORY OF A DOG NAMED “LUCKY”
Lucky was a magnificent dog. He had mixed breeding, probably Australian Shepherd and Collie. His coat of browns, blacks and tans was still shiny. Despite his age of twelve, (roughly sixty five in human years) he had maintained his weight of seventy five pounds. It took him a little longer to work the kinks out of his joints and muscles in the morning. But once he was up for the day he felt like a teenager.
Lucky lived on a farm in the Ellensburg Valley. His two humans, a male and a female were good to him and he always tried to please them. He had lived with them through four winters and was content.
When the humans got out of the pickup one spring afternoon there was a surprise. The female human was carrying a baby. It was a tri colored Aussie, about six weeks old. Lucky took a couple of quick sniffs and decided that one, it had never been in a cow pasture and two, it was a boy dog. The humans were all excited and they kept making woof, woof, noises at the puppy. Lucky decided it was Wolf, that was his new name.
About a week later, Lucky and Wolf were lying down for the night and Wolf was whimpering. “What’s the matter Wolf, are you sad?”
“I miss my mother, and I miss my brothers and sisters, why did they have to take me away?”
“Humans are like that, they looked at all the puppies and chose you to take home. You were the best.”
Wolf whimpered again, “But they have you, why did they want me? You’re big and strong and I am just a little guy.”
“They want me to teach you to be like me, to teach you all the good traits that I have. Someday you will be alone with the humans and they want you to be strong like me.”
Wolf felt better, “I bet you had a perfect life, that only good things happened to you, right?”
“Well, not quite right. I have been in the dog pound, literally, and no one loved me, I have lost two humans that I thought would care for me forever. I was hit by a car two different times. Once I knocked myself out by running into a steel clothes line pole. It seems funny now, looking back on all that has happened.”
“You’ve been in a dog pound? Tell me more about that!”
“When I was your age, I too was taken from my mother. An old man took me home to his dairy farm. He trained me to be a cow dog and I excelled at it. Other farmers from the valley would come to watch me work a herd. I had just turned two when the old man died. His kids sold all the cows and equipment and eventually the farm. They took me to the pound. I could not understand at the time why no one wanted to keep me. It was awful, the pound was crowded with all kinds of dogs. They all seemed to whine and bark and yelp whenever a human came in looking for a good dog.”
“On the third day a young tow-headed boy and his dad walked in. All the other dogs started their barking and carrying on. I just sat on the dirty concrete with my muzzle against the cage. They walked up and down the rows of cages and finally came to mine. Joey liked me and wanted me.”
His dad said “We live in town Joey, he is a big dog, maybe we should get a small dog.”
“No dad, I want him, he is perfect. And this is my eleventh birthday and you promised I could have any dog I wanted.”
Wolf was listening to every word Lucky said, “Did you get to go home with Joey?”
“Yes I did, thank goodness. Joey was out of school for the summer. He rode his bike all over the little town, to the ball fields, to the pool, to the orchards, everywhere. I went where he went, if he played ball I would sit by his bike, if he went into a store I would wait outside. I liked it when any lady came out of the store, they would pat my head and tell me how beautiful I was.”
“At night when the town was asleep I made my rounds, walked all over the downtown area. I would see cats climbing fences and slinking through the alleys. Mostly I had the town to myself. When Joey woke up in the morning I was always in the back yard waiting for him and his bicycle. Joey liked to trick me, he would hop on his bike and head out the back yard. I would run ahead up the alley, and then he would laugh and turn around and go out the front yard. One morning he started to the back and I was not going to be fooled. I ran ahead but looked back at him. That’s how I knocked myself out, ran plum into the steel pole. Didn’t do that again, ouch!”
“For the next few summers we were inseparable, it was so much fun. In the middle of the fourth summer with Joey, things changed. Joey started to drive a car. Sometimes he would take me in the car but mostly I would lie all day in the back yard. Oh, there would be the occasional bike ride, but not like before.”
“Two summers later, Joey hugged my neck then left with his dad. I never saw him again.”
“For the next few weeks I kept my eyes and ears on the alley and the street waiting for Joey to return. I felt abandoned, what did I do to make him mad at me? I did my best to be a good dog for him. My food lost its taste, I quit going on my night time trips, when is he going to return? I was so lonely.”
Little Wolf had tears in his eyes, “How awful that must have been for you. Please tell me how you ended up here.”
“One day my two people that I live with now came into the back yard with Joey’s dad. They looked me over, petted me and talked to Joey’s dad.”
“I heard them talk about a new leash law, the city demanded that all dogs be tied up or penned in. Joey’s dad did not want me to be tied up all day. The next thing I knew I was in a cage in the back of a pickup with a blanket over it. I could not see anything. About an hour later I was here, I’ve been here ever since.”
Wolf spoke, “Lucky, you have had quite a life, some bad but mostly good. You turned out so good. I will always remember you and put your lessons to good use. Thank you my friend.”
In the next few months, Wolf grew big and strong. He was a good farm dog, alert and energetic. He helped the man in many ways. Lucky new his time was soon approaching. It was harder and harder for him to get up in the morning. He spent his days lying under the big Willow tree in the front yard. He would just watch the road, waiting for the right car to come along. At night Lucky would dream of Joey and the wonderful times they had on their bike rides. He would make little sounds, his eyes would twitch and his legs would move like he was running.
One morning the farmer awoke and went into the kitchen, Lucky was lying still, his life had ended. The old farmer quietly went outside and dug a grave under the Weeping Willow. He carried Lucky to the grave and gently put him in, carefully positioning his head so that it faced the road. “Rest in peace Lucky, you have taught us all, what unconditional love is.”
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Posted: 7/28/2009 4:09:30 AM | | I think you shared this one before, didn't you? maybe made a few little changes? It makes you think about animals and how attached they are to us. Good story, I enjoyed it. | |
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Posted: 7/28/2009 10:17:29 AM | | Oops! Yes I forgot that I had posted this earlier. My bad. | |
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Posted: 7/28/2009 12:26:35 PM | When my mother and I chose him from a bunch of puppies, he was
so sure that he was going to have a free supply of dog food from that
time forward.
All the way home our new brown beagle was crying out and laughing with joy that he had a little boy to call his own for the rest of his life. Today was this little boy's birthday. I named our new brown beagle puppy Fritz, after one of my favorite
dog-like uncles.
As soon as we brought Fritz home he was put to work washing and waxing
the floors, re-upholstering the furniture and painting our address out on the curb.
We enjoyed Fritz immensely, watching t.v. and eating popcorn while the little guy
busily ran around the house in an apron asking us from time to time if we needed
anything.
Soon, my step-father quit his job because Fritz had started working for the same construction company doing the work of three men!
Fritz was bringing home the bacon.
One weekend some time later, our family awoke at around 12:30 in the afternoon ready to go out to the golfing range, and we waited for our breakfasts.
We waited for around a half of an hour, stretching and cracking our knuckles
before we realized that there might be something wrong.
I was the first to run out into our backyard and see that Fritz had snuck out the back
door that night, leaving the gate open to the alley.
There was a note by his food bowl, but none of us could decipher it.
I'm sure it was something about the food. | |
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Posted: 7/29/2009 4:00:58 AM | | You just can't do enough for some dogs. | |
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