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THE TRUTH Yes I am intelligent! I'm a Poodles... Yes I am stunningly attractive... I'm a Poodle... Yes I am a piece of cake to train... I'm a Poodle... Yes I'm proud... I'm a Poodle... Yes I can jump across a king size bed in one single leap... I'm a Poodle... Yes I bring joy to all those in my human pack... I'm a Poodle... It's my job! |
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MY TURN Ok, you've gotten away with it for years... It's derogatory and it's mean... In fact, we consider it a hate crime, So just quit calling us "frufru" dogs!!! We are not a wimpy breed. We have fur not hair and it grows like mad, so we have to have it cut often... Just because there's no accounting taste in some humans doesn't make us open season for prejudiced thinking. (I know of certain bald men who comb their hair halfway across their head to cover up spot... just because they think it helps the obvious.) Well sometimes we are at the mercy of the same kind of design decisions. There have been mistakes made in this world... but poodles are not one of them!!! So live with it! Fur means we don't shed... get it? We are very clean and ladies like that... people with allergies like that too... If my fur is cut into a fifties style women just go nuts over it... Think of it... did you ever see a Labrador Retriever vacationon Lake Como because his owner couldn't be with out him? It's using what you got you see. It's smart sometimes to be agreeable. I gets you what you want. |
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WHEN GOD CREATED DOG When God had made the earth and the heavens,the flowers and trees, He then made all the animals, the fish, the birds and the bees and when at last He finished not one was quite the same. He said I'll walk this world of mine and give each one a name. And so He traveled far and wide and everywhere He went, a little creature followed Him until its strenght was spent. When all where named upon the earth and in the sky and in the sea. The little creature said, "Dear Lord, there's no name left for me." Kindly the Father said to the little creasure, "I've left you to the end, I've turned my own name back to front and called you DOG, my little friend." |
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CUTE STORY One day a little girl came into our grooming shop with her grandmother to pick up grandmothers dog. The little girl was just standing there looking at all the dogs In there cages. She was really in deep thought as she was looking at all the dogs. All of a sudden, she looked up at me. And said, "Why do you have them all in jail?" |
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A DOG'S PRAYER by Beth Norman Harris Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me. Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick you hand in between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me to do. Speak to me often, for your voice is the worlds sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps fall upon my waiting ears. When it is cold and wet, please take me inside... for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer use to the bitter elements... and I ask no greater glory than the privilege of setting at your feet beside the heart... though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than to rest upon the softest pilow in the warnest home in all the land... for you are my god... and I am your devoted worshiper. Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach when it dry, I can not tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger. And, beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of my health and sight, do not turn me away from yo. Rather hold me greatly in your arms as the skilled hands grant me the merciful boom of eternal rest... and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands. |
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A DOG POEM Why own a dog? There's a danger you know, You can't own just one, for the craving will grow. There's no doubt they're addictive, wherein lies the danger. While living with lots, you'll grow poorer and stranger. One dog os no trouble and two are so funny, the third one is easy; the forth one's a honey. The fifth one is delightful; the sixth on is a breeze, You find you can live with a household with ease. So how 'bout another? Would you really dare? They're really quite easy but oh Lord the hair! With dogs on the sofa and dogs on the bed, And crates in the kitchen, it's no bother you said. They're really no trouble; their manners are great, What's one dog and just one more crate? The sofa is hairy; the windows all nose prints, the floor is all footprints. The housekeeper suffers, but what do you care? Who minds a few more nose prints and a little more hair. So let's keep a puppy, you can always find room, And a little more time for dust cloth and broom. There's hardly a limit to the dogs you can add, The thought of a cut back sure makes you sad. Each one is so special, so useful, so funny, The vet and the food bill grows larger, you owe money. Your folks never visit; few friends come to stay, Except other dog folks, who live all the same. You lawn has now died, and you shrubs are dead too, But your weekends are busy; your off with your crew. There's dog food and vitamins, training and shots, And entries and travel and motels which cost lots. Is it worthit, you wonder? Are you caught in a trap? Then that favorite dog comes and climbs in you lap. His looks says you're special and you know that you'll, Keep all of the critters in spite of all the bills. But winter's a hassle; the dogs hate it too, But they must have their walks though they're numb and you're blue. Late evening is awful, you scream and you shout At the dog on the sofa that refuse to go out. The dogs and the dog shows, the travel, the thrills, The work and the worry, the pressure, the bills. The whole thing seems worth it, the dogs are our life Your lifestyle has changed - things won't be the same. Yes, those dogs are addictive and so is the game. Oh what the heck, go out and get another dog! |
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THE BACKYARD DOG You see in every community, a dog tied day after day to a tree or a porch or fence, lying lonely on a bed of bare, packed dirt. The water bowl, if there is one, is usally empty or just beyond reach. Abandoned, but chained up in the backyard, dog cannot move to confort or shelter themselves. In winter they shiver, in summer they lauguish... year round they suffer. Ofcourse, dogs can be forced to live outside, alone and always from the human pack, but to force this kind of life on a dog is the worst thing you can do. Being alone goes against the dog's most basic instinct. If you doubt this, think of all the whining, barking, and clawing dogs you have seen outside. These dogs are trying desperately to get the attention of their human family. People who keep their dogs constantly tired outside rationalize it, saying that they do spend time with them. But even the most well - meaning among them do not spend significant time with their animal companions. Under the best circumstances, the backyard dog gets a bowl of food and water, a quick pat on the head and just maybe a few minutes of contact with another living being each day. Dogs can offer people the gift of steadfast devotion, abiding love and joyful companionship, Unless people except these offering and take time to return them in kindness, it would be best not to get a dog. A sad, lonely, bewildered dog tied out back only suffers, what sort of people wants to maintain suffering? |
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THE BACKYARD DOG You see in every community, a dog tied day after day to a tree or a porch or fence, lying lonely on a bed of bare, packed dirt. The water bowl, if there is one, is usally empty or just beyond reach. Abandoned, but chained up in the backyard, dog cannot move to confort or shelter themselves. In winter they shiver, in summer they lauguish... year round they suffer. Ofcourse, dogs can be forced to live outside, alone and always from the human pack, but to force this kind of life on a dog is the worst thing you can do. Being alone goes against the dog's most basic instinct. If you doubt this, think of all the whining, barking, and clawing dogs you have seen outside. These dogs are trying desperately to get the attention of their human family. People who keep their dogs constantly tired outside rationalize it, saying that they do spend time with them. But even the most well - meaning among them do not spend significant time with their animal companions. Under the best circumstances, the backyard dog gets a bowl of food and water, a quick pat on the head and just maybe a few minutes of contact with another living being each day. Dogs can offer people the gift of steadfast devotion, abiding love and joyful companionship, Unless people except these offering and take time to return them in kindness, it would be best not to get a dog. A sad, lonely, bewildered dog tied out back only suffers, what sort of people wants to maintain suffering? |
