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WHERE TO BURY A DOG
There are various places in which a dog may be buried. We are thinking now of a Setter, whose
coat was flame in the sunshine and who as far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or unworthy thought. This Setter is buried
beneath a cherry tree, under four feet of garden loam, and at its proper season the
cherry tree strews petals on the green lawn of his grave. Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple tree, or any such flowering shrub, is an
excellent place to bury a good dog. Beneath such trees, such shrubs, he slept in the drowsy summer, or gnawed a flavorous bone, or lifted head to challenge some strange intruder. These are good places, in life or in death. Yet it is a small matter. For if the dog be well remembered, if it leaps
through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, laughing, begging, it matters not at all where the dog sleeps. On a hill where the wind is unrebuked, and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood, or somewhere in the lateness of a pasture land, where most exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to you and nothing is gained, and nothing lost - if memory lives.
But there is one best place to bury a dog.
If you bury him in this spot, he will come to you when you call - come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well remembered path, and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel, they shall not growl at him nor resent his coming, for he belongs there. People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them, for you shall know something that is hidden from them,and which is well worth the knowing.
The one best place to bury a dog is in the heart of his master.
-Anonymous-
Message: 1
Date: Fri, 7 Feb 2003 13:41:06 -0600
From: "tortoise" <tortoise@wi.rr.com>
Subject: ] The Doggie Pledge
The Doggie Pledge
* I will not eat the cats' food, before or after they eat it.
* "Kitty box crunchies" are not food.
* The computer's mouse is, unlike a real mouse, inedible.
* I will not eat the disposable diapers, especially the dirty ones.
* I will not play tug-o'-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet
* I will not eat any more socks and then re-deposit them in the backyard after processing.
* I will not chew my human's toothbrush and not tell them.
* I will not chew crayons or pens, 'specially not the red ones so my people will think I am dying.
* I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc.
* I will not wake Mommy up by sticking my cold, wet nose up her ear.
* I will not burn rubber through the open car window and into the fast food restaurant, no matter how good it smells.
* I will not throw up in the car.
* I will not bite the officer's hand when he reaches in for Mom's driver's license and car registration.
* When in the car, I will not insist on having the window rolled down when it's raining outside.
* I must shake the rainwater out of my fur *before* entering the house.
* I will not drop soggy tennis balls in the underwear of someone who is sitting on the toilet.
* I will not steal my Mom's underwear and dance all over the back yard with it.
* The sofa is not a face towel. Neither are Mom and Dad's laps.
* We do not have a doorbell. I will not bark each time I hear one on TV.
* I do not need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm lying under the coffee table.
* My head does not belong in the refrigerator.
* I will not roll my toys behind the fridge.
The garbage collector is NOT stealing our stuff. Darlene-Read first to make sure its ok. Person sent it to me is an angel.
Does GSP rescue
peg SNYDER
----- Original Message -----
From: dewwels <dewwels@advnet.net>
To: Doreen <dwise@chartermi.net>; Marcy Desmond <nbynwent@nidlink.com>;
Patti <greytracks@worldnet.att.net>; Patty Palmer <roadrunr2@comcast.net>;
peg <canecs@glasscity.net>; <skin-xs@webtv.net>
Sent: Thursday, January 30, 2003 10:34 AM
Subject: Tear Jerker
This is sweet... sad, but awfully sweet...permission to crosspost given (Rec'd from Gail McKenzie)
"Dear God,
Please remember these few things when taking care of my boy. He likes to walk back and forth in the pond, chasing the blue gills, watching close for you to reel in the "big one." He will then "hold" the stringer for you. Please take him fishing.
The lizards in the tree stumps won't be safe anymore, so you'd better hide the lizards. If you put dog bones in your robes, he will "wave" at you until you give him one. Give him two.
His day bed is the one closest to the fireplace. If there is a girl lying in it he will come and rest his head on your knee until you remove her. His bedtime is 8 pm; please help him up the stairs.
Don't leave freshly baked pies on the counter, no matter how crippled he
becomes, he will always eat it. Blueberry is his favorite, with just a little cinnamon.
If there is a child in the water he will bring it out, especially if it is having a good time. If there is a small child walking with a cracker, he will keep the child from overeating. Please give him a child to follow.
Don't leave any ladders leaning against your house, he will be found on the roof. I hope there is a playground nearby with lots of kids, he will wait his turn at the slide, and bark when he gets to the bottom.
Be careful when you spell out words like "C-A-R R-I-DE" and "E-A-T," even "B-U-N-N-Y." He knows how to spell, you had better be ready to follow through.
When you take him on a trip, and stop to rest, just tell him to "be a good Boy," he will lift his leg whether he has to go or not. He can't "go" with a leash on, it makes him cough. In fact don't even show him a leash, he will choke. He also can't go for a walk without his Dummy in his mouth, He can't make it past the gate, he likes the orange one the best.
The top of his head will become pointed if you don't kiss it often during the day. Then his hats won't fit. He can't sleep unless he is on the right side of the bed.
When you give him a marrow bone, make sure his mom is there too, he likes to use her back as a table and get her all slimy.
If you tell him to "stay," make sure you come back to release him, he
will stay there for days.
During the football games, if you get a chip, he gets a chip. He doesn't like the nuts with the shell on them, peel them please.
If you go to the lake then stop for ice cream on the way home, he always gets the first lick and then the bottom of the cone too, please.
Don't use a Buoy to tie off your boat, he will spend all afternoon trying to drag it to shore. If you take him camping, he has to sleep between you and Mrs. God, on the softest part of the foam pad.
Don't get mad at him when you come home and his head is in the dog food bin, He has to stretch his stomach muscles every now and then.
That's all for now God. Tell him we love him, miss him and hope he likes the food up there."
> > "Until he extends the circle of his compassion to all living things, man
> will not himself find peace."
> > Dr. Albert Schweitzer
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