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Anything Non-Dog Related / Crocodile Hunter died today
« on: September 03, 2006, 07:54:31 pm »
About an hour ago it was reported that he had died. I think this is so sad, I really enjoy watching all his shows, and he left two young children. :'(

Anything Non-Dog Related / Christmas Shopping
« on: August 23, 2006, 07:33:19 am »
I figured out how I am going to do my christmas shopping this year and help needy animals. Petfinder has a shop button at the top and if you go there, they have all kinds of things to buy. I figured I can do to things at one time.

I just found this on petfinder. Anyone in the area that can help this dog?

Saint Bernard General Discussions / Molly hurt her leg
« on: August 23, 2006, 04:04:14 am »
Molly some how hurt her leg this morning and is not putting pressure on it. Ahe has a vet appointment at 5:40. Just pray that it is nothing major.

Anything Non-Dog Related / BPO T-shirts
« on: August 18, 2006, 09:29:23 am »
Can you still get them? I loved mine but I think it got packed up and is in storage.

Remembering those no longer with us. / Rebel
« on: August 18, 2006, 09:10:35 am »
I know that Rebel was just a beagle but he always thought he was a big Saint Bernard, The only 25lb dog I knew that could takeup half a king size bed. Rebel past away in june due to cancer. When the vet told me that was what was wrong with him they gave him 4 to 8 weeks, that was on a monday, that friday he was ready to go. It took him fast. Today is Rebel's birthday and he would have been 10 years old. I had he sense he was 8 weeks old and he was my best friend. Here are a few of the last pictures we took of him. I miss him very much and he will always be in my heart. One day Rebel we will be togather again old man.

Saint Bernard Pictures / New Pictures
« on: August 18, 2006, 09:00:26 am »
Sense I haven't been on here for almost 5 months I thought I would post some new pictures.

General Board for Big Dogs with Big Paws / How Could You ....Warning Sad
« on: August 17, 2006, 07:20:21 am »
How Could You?

A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan took out a $7000 full page ad in the paper to present the
following essay to the people of our community. It  really  touched my heart and I hope it will yours

By Jim Willis 2001

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 bellyrub.

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
disappointment s, 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  have 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

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 you, My
Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will  think of you and wait for you forever.

May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.  The End

A note from the author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to
 mine  as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of  formerly owned pets
who die each year in American and  Canadian animal shelters. Anyone is welcome to distribute
the essay for a  noncommercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the  copyright 
notice. Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on  animal
shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the  decision to add a pet to
the family is an important one for life, that  animals  deserve our love and sensible
care, that finding another appropriate home  for  your animal is your responsibility and
any local humane society or animal  welfare league can offer you good advice, and  that
all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and  encourage all spay &
neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted  animals. 

Groans, Gripes, Brags & Boasts / All the Wonderful Things That...
« on: August 16, 2006, 04:51:34 am »
my dogs, aunts have taught them sense we have moved here

1. to steal my daughters while she is eating - at our house I had my dogs trained to lay down while we ate

2. to chase the cats - they never did this before but now are obsessed about it

3. to chew on shoes - again never happened before in fact they only chewed on thier toys now they chew on everything

4. to belch

5. to jump on bushes

6. to ignore commands

I could go on. Their aunts are a Irish Setter and some small mixed breed (this is the one that growls at everyone, luckly my dog just ignore her). This is driving me crazy, I trained them so well and my mom's dogs have destoryed all my hard work. Please tell me that when we finally finish building our house they will go back to the nice obediant dogs they once were.

Anything Non-Dog Related / My Husband is Awsome
« on: August 14, 2006, 05:23:28 pm »
Today was our wedding anniversary and he got me an ipod. I had looked at them but it was not practical to buy one. So he got me one. He has a hard time suprising (sp?) me, I usually figure it out or just tell him what to get. This time I just said no power tools (I got a chainsaw for mothers day, which we need). I got him a 16 foot car used trailer so we don't have to borrow one anymore. He is the greatest husband and I love him so much. He has always tried so hard to make me happy. Both times I was on bedrest with both my kids he took such good care of me. Sorry so long.

Helpful Groups & Dogs in Need / Lady Update
« on: August 13, 2006, 02:16:56 am »
I just got an email from Lady's rescue and besides me there are 6 other applications for her. Yah

Anything Non-Dog Related / Great News
« on: January 23, 2006, 06:49:21 pm »
after our house being listed for 1 week and 1 day we have sold it, but I;m not sure for how much because we have 2 poeple fighting over it. Yeah.

So we have put in another ofter on our dream house, but I'm not sure they will take it.

I am just so excited I had to share.

General Board for Big Dogs with Big Paws / Dog Locks Kids in Van
« on: January 15, 2006, 03:08:15 pm »
Yep my beagle, Rebel locked my kids in the van.

We were leaving because someone was going to come and look at the house and I ecided to take Rebel with us because who wants to look at a house with this dog barking at you the whole time (my other 2 dogs are not like this). So I took my kids out and straped them in their cars seats, I started the van so they can listen to some music (Veggie Tales, then went back in got  Rebel and put him in the van. Then I went back in one last time to get my phone and some movies I needed to return, got to the van pulled the handle and nothing. I look in the window and there Rebel just smiling like ain't done nothing and all the door are looked, and the spar keys and in the glove compartment. So I had to call my husband to come home open the car. It was quit funny when the peolpe come to look at the house, me sitting on an a bench  and my kids in a runnning van. Now that I think of it, it is funny.

Anything Non-Dog Related / I have exciting news
« on: January 13, 2006, 03:15:22 pm »
We are selling our house and moving farther south in Virginia. our area is getting so built up because so many poeple from Northern Virginia and Maryland are moving down here. I am so excited. We had always said somday we would do this and decided that someday is now. We have found a house we love but I don't want to get my hopes up until we are moving in but it is on 17 acres and we only have 1 acre now. The house is also out in the middle of no where. My husband would have a longer drive to work and me and longer drive to school but we think it would be worth it. So keep us in your prayers please.

Meet & Greet BPOers / Spring East Coast Get Together
« on: January 13, 2006, 02:54:59 am »
Just wondering if anyone still wants to have a spring get together? My husband enjoyed the last one so much he wants me to do it again. Also would we want to try the same place or have it farther south so other poeple might be able to come? Just let me know.

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