In Memory Of All The American Pit Bull Terriers That have died in pounds and shelters, put to sleep for no other reason than being born the wrong breed: That spent their lives chained outside with only a barrel for shelter: That have been bred repeatedly only to be tied and left in vacant buildings when no longer useful: That have been fed ground glass, gunpowder and hot pepper to make them mean: That have died fighting, ripped apart, suffering in agonizing pain: That have been though, mortally injured, on dead piles to die: That have been used as bait because they couldnt/wouldnt fight: That were shot, stabbed, thrown out of windows, and hung because they werent tough enough: That have been shot in the spine and abandoned to die of thirst, starvation, and terror: and that have been set on fire - forgive us all - A Pit Bulls View on Life Never pretend to be something youre not. Everyone knows you are a 70 pound lap dog, so dont pretend that you are not. If you have a stick in your mouth, you automatically switch to super overdrive, and will be compelled to run around like you are insane... If your people wont let you on the bed, cry, whine and look pathetic until they do, and if they dont, jump directly on vulnerable parts when they are sleeping. Be excessive, if they ask you to get a stick, bring back a tree, if they ask for a kiss, drench their face. If someone seems to not want to be friends, follow them around, stare at them, bark at them, cry, and if they are sitting, sit directly on them, and kiss them until they cant breath. Always sit where everyone is, and if they are in the same place, like the couch or bed, make sure to plop yourself in between them, and do not move. If they try to move you, be stubborn, dig in your heels, and if they do move you, refer to the rule above. If you want to add a little excitement to your life...chase something, the cat, squirrels, raccoons, see how your people come running and yelling. I have found that porcupines and skunks work exceptionally well, but dont ever catch them, or youll end up in the bath tub or the vets. Baths are always bad, unless someone is already in there, or its with the hose or the water gun they think is punishment. Act as silly as you can when you do something wrong, and you should get away with it. The trick is to make them laugh... Work that tongue of yours...let them come close enough and then surprise them with a lick snakes style right on the mouth! Make sure to always go for the most comfortable couch in the house... even if it is already occupied. Same thing goes for your favorite lap. When its in your best interest, always practice obedience, keeping a keen eye on the hand that holds the treat, unless there is something more interesting within 100 yards, then ignore everyone and focus entirely on the more interesting person/dog/thing to the point of reaching a trance state. Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy and prompt you to produce copious amounts of drool to leave on all interior car windows. Never miss the opportunity to cuddle with a loved one... Dear Mom and Dad, I died today. You got tired of me and took me to the shelter. They were overcrowded and I drew an unlucky number. I am in a black plastic bag in a landfill now. Some other puppy will get the barely used leash you left. My collar was dirty and too small, but the lady took it off before she sent me to the great beyond. Would I still be at home if I hadnt chewed your shoe? I didnt know what it was, but it was leather, and it was on the floor. I was just playing. You forgot to get puppy toys. Would I still be at home if I had been housebroken? Rubbing my nose in what I did only made me ashamed that I had to go at all. There are books and obedience teachers that would have taught you how to teach me to go to the door. Would I still be at home if I hadnt brought fleas into the house? Without anti-flea medicine, I couldnt get them off of me after you left me in the yard for days. Would I still be at home if I hadnt barked? I was only saying, Im scared, Im lonely, Im here! I want to be your best friend. Would I still be at home if I had made you happy? Hitting me didnt make me learn how. Would I still be at home if you had taken the time to care for me and to teach manners to me? You didnt pay attention to me after the first week or so, but I spent all my time waiting for you to love me. I died today. Love, Your Puppy The Canine Bill of Rights I have the right to give and receive unconditional love. I have the right to a life that is beyond mere survival. I have the right to be trained so I do not become the prisoner of my own misbehavior. I have the right to adequate food and medical care. I have the right to socialize with people and dogs outside of my family. I have the right to have my needs and wants respected. I have the right to special time with my people. I have the right to only be bred responsibly - if not at all. I have the right to some time and space all my own. I have the right to be foolish and silly, and to make my person laugh. I have the right to earn my persons trust and to be trusted in return. I have the right to be forgiven. I have the right to die with dignity. - Carolyn Krause - Misunderstood I would like to tell you my story, Im so misunderstood... Because there is no justice For a dog from the hood. I was raised as I am, Without care, without love. I long to be wanted, To be free like a dove. I didnt know it was wrong.... I would not harm a fly. Twas my master that made me Go after that guy. I was taught by my master That killing was good. I want to change what I did, And if I could, then I would. But now Im in this cage With a muzzle on my snout. Ill go into that room And never come out. Now I sit here and wonder, As I run short on time... Why is it that I must pay For my cruel owners crime? This is the story Of a dog from the hood. He was given no justice. Hes so misunderstood. - Written by Priscilla C. - Strays Prayer Dear God, please send me somebody wholl care! Im tired of running, Im sick with despair. My body is aching, its so racked with pain, and dear God I pray, as I run in the rain. That someone will love me and give me a home, a warm cozy bed and a big juicy bone. My last owner tied me all day in the yard Sometimes with no water, and god that was hard. So I chewed my leash, and God I ran away. To rummage in garbage and live as a stray. But now God, Im tired and hungry and cold, and Im so afraid that Ill never grow old. Theyve chased me with sticks and hit me with stones, while I run the streets just looking for bones! Im not really bad, God, please help if you can, or I have become just a Victim of Man! Im wormy dear God and Im ridden with fleas, and all that I want is an Owner to please! If you find one for me God, Ill try to be good, and I wont chew their shoes, and Ill do as I should. Ill love them, protect them and try to obey.... when they tell me to sit, to lie down or to stay! I dont think Ill make it too long on my own, cause Im getting so weak and Im so all alone. Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry, cause Im so afraid God, that Im gonna die. And Ive got so much love and devotion to give, that I should be given a new chance to Live! So dear God, please answer my prayer, and send me someone who will REALLY care.. That is, dear God, if YOURE REALLY there! I got ALL the authors I could some are listed as unknown kumhomomma 07-19-2009, 06:47 PM How Could You 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, youd shake your finger at me and ask How could you? -- but then youd 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 wouldve 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. Youve 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 sons fingers loose from my collar as he screamed, No, Daddy! Please dont 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 dog speak, she said Im so sorry. She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldnt 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. Written by Jim Willis. Dog, My Friend When God had made the Earth and sky, The flowers and the trees, He then made all the animals And all the birds and bees. And when his work was finished, Not one was quite the same. He said, Ill walk this earth of mine, And give each one a name. And so he traveled land and sea, And everywhere he went, A little creature followed Him Until his strength was spent. And when all were named upon the Earth, And in the sky and sea, The little creature said, Dear Lord, Theres not one left for me! The Father smiled and softly said: Ive left you till the end. Ive turned my own name back to front, And called you DOG, my friend.
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