P- presents from Heaven
P- pretty cute cuties
I- important to all that are awesome
E- essentially they are never really gone, just hidden!
S- so sad when they go to heaven... waiting for us to come, out puppies, our friends!
a note from my pup (she's on my keyboard!):
/8welkrfcb/LEFB540 XZSD SHE WISHES YOU A GREAT DAY!
In the wake of its
Its gold and
Rough and ready
Shadow by my side
Ever so playful
Regal little dog
Vicky my cat
I love you are loving and
Caring when you know when I need you
Kind, silly, cute, and
You are my little angel
How varied in color they are
One after another, a palette
Under house cat code
Some will stay true to their species others get spoiled
Everyone has their own individuality.
Cats never slow down
Are hyperactive comets, ricocheting
Throughout a house
Settling down is forgotten completely.
..."Animal abuse should be a felony."
Animal abuse should be a felony.
No creature should be beaten, tortured, and abused.
I have never known how anyone could be
Malicious and demented, so cruel and unforgiving.
And for what, what is the reward for you,
Laughter for a moment, looking big, showing off for your crew.
Animals, I have seen,
Bloodied, beaten within an inch of their lives, dying.
Unloved, unwanted, neglected, abandoned
Starving for food and love, in my head I can hear them crying.
Every little piece of love is needed, every little soul needs fed.
Written by Gina Young
for Write It Deep and Dramatic, Please
Late afternoon, on a June day, I took a stroll.
Another day like any other, but soon no more,
Shaded area before, darkened my heartfelt soul.
Talking to him, just a few minutes before, the roar,
We were pals, my little canine friend, poet and me.
Always together, except, when truck came speeding.
Listening, this terrible sound, how could it be?
Knowing the worst, I carried him, my heart pleading.
Raven-- Jackdaw or Rook,
Adaptable and Intelligent Crook!
Very Black or Black with Gray,
Every Caw-- An Ill-Omen, some say.
Never More: Poe-- such a grave day!
R eady to serve
O pen to kindness and understanding
T otally dedicated and devoted
T olerating only one true master
W illing to learn
E ver faithful
I mmense heart filled with love
L onging only to be loved as he loves you
L oyal and accepting to the end of his days
E xacting in his duties giving what he thinks is expected from him
R ottweiller - A good dog but not for everyone.
The Rottweiller is probably descended from the Italian Mastiff during the Middle Ages
and was originally used as a herding dog.
It was bred in the German town of Rottweill.
It has a massive, powerful body, powerful scissors type bite and dark brown eyes
with an expression of quiet good will and loyalty.
His personality is nervous around others but tranquil, brave and obedient with his
family. He is easily trained with someone who knows what they're doing and has
great desire to please. If he knows what is expected of him that's exactly what you
will get. HE IS A NO NONSENSE DOG and becomes vicious if he thinks he or his master
is in danger. He will give his life in the protection of his master or his master's property.
He is used as a herd dog, in police work, and as a watch dog and body guard.
Extremely affectionate but NOT the dog for everyone.
He needs a master with common sense, not some idiot who wants to beat him into
submission. NO DOG NEEDS THAT!!
THEY HAVE AN INNATE NATURE TO BE CLOSE TO SOMEONE.
DOGS ARE PACK ANIMALS AND NEED TO BE PART OF A PACK OR FAMILY .
IF NOT THEY SUFFER HORRIBLE MENTAL ANGUISH.
DOGS LOVE COMPLETELY AND NEED THAT LOVE RETURNED.
THEY ARE THE NOBLEST OF SLAVES.
Crawling, furry pet
Aggressive, yet so lovable
Trying to get any sign of attention and winning it
No worries planted in their feeble brains
Attractive and a clever animal
Pleasurable extra family member, always keeping me busy!
Was not looking for any more pets,
Although worried about this mutt.
Yes, I fed him, French fries and burger.
What I had not eaten, myself that day,
A stray that everyone thought stupid,
Reluctantly he stayed clear of many.
Daring not get caught, he ran away.
Free spirit, never loved by anyone it seems.
Raining one night, daughter brought him home.
I was surprised and captured, by his remembrance.
Everywhere he followed me; he was my friend.
Never forgot did he, that I gave him some food.
Delightful puppy I named Poet, he was part of me.
Always waiting for me, when I arrived home,
Now and always, his free spirit was his own.
Daring little mutt, not afraid of our bigger dog,
Precious thoughts of his strange habits, always there.
Along with the way, he loved to play and lick my ear.
Love had grown, between Poet and me, remembering here.
Human, is part of the word humane.
Universally, we should all be human.
My worries are; have we become insane.
Animals are to be treated, the best we can.
Nearer to God, we should be without distain.
If you mistreat an animal, that would be inhuman.
Tell me why, we allow so much worldly, human pain.
Yet, we all strive to save animals, with much acumen.