what a jerk

So last sat i decided That it was wrong for us to keep rascel being that we can barely afford his food and can not afford to treat his allergys. I cried and prayed very hard over the decision to find him a new home. So I posted it on criagslist a couple days later I got a e-mail fromlady who seems perfect for my baby, Lives in the country with a big yard and is an at home mom with all her kids in school. Ive been very excited about this and feel she is the one for my baby. well this morning I have another email with the subject Golden retrever and here is what is says

HOW COULD YOU?

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 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 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 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. 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


This has had me cryin for the last hour some ppl can be so mean

hi im rhonda and im addicted

To this i drink 2 46oz cans a day. Yes I dink at least 98oz a day. And Up intill about 2 weeks ago i hated the stuff. now i drink it like water. its so odd what being preg will do to you

we have a name& becoming privite

I've also desided that It may be time to turn my blog into an invite only party. So if you want to keep reading my blog leave a comment with your email. So we have decided on a name for this lil boy he will be Logan Ray. Im really excited about pickin a name I love bein able to talk 2 my baby and use there name. Ive finished my registrys for the most part. It was lots of fun. Since We have almost everything we need. We have also decided to leave the nursery alone. This will save alot of money and work. Ive also decided that we will not bring any formula into the house at all. I want to breast feed only this time. Im so ready for this lil one to get here. I know the next few month will pass so fast since we have a bday for sum1 in our family everymonth leasdin up 2 our due date. Davis is next month then mine then robbys then russells then we have a new baby. And oh my Our july is so full the 1st sat is 4th of july then the 2nd sat we are hosting our mommy daddy game night, then the 3rd sat is gonna be davis' bday party then the last weekend we have a fam reunion. i know come aug im gonna be worn out. We will have one weekend that will prob be filled with my best friends sons bday then the next week end ill turn 21. so my life is about to be hecktic lol

this will most likely be long lol.

So the last week has been pretty full. All last week my robby was In new york. That waqs very hard for me I missed him so much. We picked him up right after they got back last night. Ive enjoyed the sound of him runnin around the house more then I ever had. This house just did not feel right without him in it for a whole week. We have spent the day cuddlein and talkin. He loved new york and our family up there. When I asked him what he wanted to do this afternoon he said "go to new york" i think its so cute. He has been tellin me all about every1 up there. Also in case you did not know we found out wensday that we are expecting our 3rd lil boy. We are not shur of names yet but are down to 2. We need help so there will be a new poll and I need you all to vote. well That was not that long. I will do my update on the boys soon. I think I wanna start doin on every month.

flashbacks

Im listenin to the new taylor swift cd and its really good but each song is taken me back to high school and very certen memorys. Ive been I cant help but lol and cry not realy sad tears but im not shur wat kind they are. Its kinda fun rememberin these things