The difference between a cat and dog. A dog thinks to itself about its owner: This person pets me, feeds me, plays with me, brushes me, and loves me. Takes complete care of me. He (she) must be a god!!!!!! A cat thinks: This person pets me, feeds me, plays with me, brushes me, and loves me. Takes complete care of me. I must be a god!!!!
Enjoy our animals, and hope they enjoy us. While friends and family sometimes find fault with us at times, and maybe we don't get along with them anymore. Our animals, both dogs and cats, accept us for who we are. They see us thru the rough times and THEY KNOW when we may be down. And when we are down, they surely can lift our spirits. Who among us has not had a pet, and cried when something happed to that pet? To this day, when I think of my precious dog Toby, or someone mentions him, I have a lot of trouble not tearing up. Wnston Allison
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My 4-legged little girl (Sophie) is going in to the dentist on Tuesday to have a tooth extracted. I'm sure I won't be her "person" of choice for a while after that. When a person gets all teary-eyed over a departed pet, to me that just proves that the pet was very loved, and anyhow, if you don't have some kind of emotion then I guess that pet didn't figure into your life, or perhaps was just an animal!!! Here's my girl:
That's an interesting piece you have on your deck Mom'45,.........I can't figure out how your reflection is not in it,.....you can see the back of a deck chair ,.and the outline of a door ,......it's really a neat photo,.....but you must have been lower than the red ball .......Good Shot though........ Here's a sign from MaggieMck's area,.......and it keeps in line with the topic ; hahahahahah .........Have Fun & Remember Verdun
Linda....Sophie is an adorable pup....to me all dogs are pups even if they are older dogs....good luck with the tooth extraction, lets know how how Sophied made out and you too of course!.....Di
Okay Linda. Tell me that Sophie isn't spoiled. YA RIGHT!!!!!
Hi all, Spoiled?????? Naaaa......just special! Well, she faired very well and the dentist was very happy to inform me that the rest of her teeth were just fine, thank you. I was estatically happy.....can't afford too many more cavaties/extractions at $450 a pop! Cheers.
If cats could talk.......they wouldn't! Cheers
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Tribute from an American lawyer on the murder of a dog. Gentlemen of the Jury: The best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most. A man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us, may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads. The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog. A man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer. He will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings, and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens. If fortune drives the master forth, an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him, to guard him against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes his master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even in death. George Graham Vest - c. 1855
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