"Blessed is the person who has earned the love of an old dog"
I love being a mom!!!! Our daughter was born May 21st 2008 and we are so happy!!!!!! I love to help animals any way I can.I have fostered dogs for many years. I can't do it anymore becasue I fall in love with too many.I also love to do crafts and reading. I love chrocheting blankets and scarfs for family and friends. I love to bake. I LOVE Yoga!!!I love reading a good book. I like watching Nascar and Jeff Gordon is my fav driver of all time. I just started watching baseball last year. I love the Yankees!!!!A-Rod is my fav. I went to my first Yankees game last summer.I also love going to the cottage in the summer at the thousand islands. Winston makes me take him on a million walks while John is fishing.
Kenny Chesney, I had 2nd row seats for Kenny and Tim McGraw and it was the BEST CONCERT EVER!!!!!a>Tim McGraw, Rascal Flatts,Big and Rich they ROCK!!!!Garth Brooks fav song is Shameless. Bryan White he used to be my fav until Kenny came along... Chris Cagle, George Strait, and Carrie Underwood My new fav country group is Little Big Town. Sugarland is good too and I still like The Dixie Chicks and always have.I prety much love country music the most.I also love Nickelback they were great in concert 3 doors down and Train.I love all the eighties and nineties music like Whitesnake,Cinderella, Poison,Guns and Roses, Van Halen, Def leppard, Bon Jovi all the big hair groups. Also Dan Fogelberg the best and saddest love songs. I love the group Chicago. Also I love Celine Dion her music helped me through some rough times.Oh I forgot Travis Tritt too.....I used to love dance music when I went outin my younger days...Stevie B was the best. Chris Daughtry is great!! He should have won American Idol. his new cd is really good.
I LOVE DISCO music all kinds....The Bee Gees are the best. I pretty much like all kinds of music.
Movies
A walk to remember, Forrest Gump, My Dog Skip,My GirlThe Notebook Pride and Predjudice and of course Grease The Wedding Singer the one movie my husband I both love.
Television
Greys Anatomy,Lost and Friday Night Lights. I love reality shows too any kind.I love American Idol.I know.. I know.. I can't help it. I loved Invasion and Everwood until they had to go and cancel them. That sucked. Sex and the City reruns are good too.I love Food Net work shows. My new favorite show is Brothers and Sisters. I love Animal Cops on Animal Planet.
Books
Gone With the Wind,Any book by Nicholas Sparks My favorite by him is Message in a Bottle(better then the movie),A Walk to Remember and Three weeks with my Brother. I think his older books are better then the newer ones.Also Chicken soup for the dog lovers soul. Marley and Me was so good. I cried my eyes out. James Herriot dog stories or any of his animal stories are wonderful. For Bea The story of the beagle who changed my life Kristen von Kreister. Beverly Lewis any of her amish series are really good.
Heroes
I would have to say my Dad. I love him so much.I really hate that he has had to go through so much in his life. He is such a loving person and his family has not treated him well. I know that he will be reunited with his mom again someday up in heaven. I wish everyone could love like he does with all his heart.
Also my hero is Diane a lady that I met through her beagle rescue. She introduced me to fostering and rescuing.I then realized how many unwanted pets end up in shelters. To those that dedicate your live to animal rescue you are all a heroes to me.
"Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened."
~Anatole France~..
My Love For Animals
by Katherine James....
Animals are loyal,
loving and obedient.
Caring and affectionate,
Gorgeous as can be!
Animals are friends,
Best friends to me.
Always standing by you,
As willing as can be.
Always underestimated,
But still they exist.
Nothing will ever hurt them more,
Than hatred and mistrust.
Always there to talk to,
Although they don't reply.
You see it in their eyes,
And know that they'll stand by.
They save life's,
And help the blind.
But still we do not see,
That animals weren't made as slaves,
But as friends for you and me
About me: I'm 33 years old and have been married since June 2002 to my husband John. He and I were set up on a blind date in 1998 and have been together ever since. I work part time as a dental receptionist. Anyone who knows me knows I love dogs!!!I love beagles the most but love all breeds of dogs. We share are home with many dogs. Most of them were rescue dogs I fell in love with. They are so lovable but so many end up in shelters. It is so sad. I wish I could save them all. It breaks my heart. We have probably fostered at least thirty dogs (not all at once)mostly beagles over the last five years. Rescuing and helping animals has been so rewarding for me. UPDATE*** Madeline Rose was born on May 21st at 12:41 p.m. at 7lbs 7 ozs. We are so excited and so in love with her!!!!! We have waited so long and gone through so much to get here. She is our miracle baby girl. I'm so happy to be a mommy!!!!>
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Who I'd like to meet: On myspace..to meet friends that have some of the same intersts I have. In REAL life hopefully my baby someday SOON. And JEFF GORDON BECAUSE I LOVE HIM EVEN THOUGH EVERYONE HATES HIM. Of course mom met him and got his autograph. Do you think she gave me the autograph? No.... LOL Mark Wahlberg and A-Rod">>
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Copyright Jim Willis 2001, all rights reserved
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 housetraining 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, 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. 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 or cat, 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 goodbye 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, 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. 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 meant for 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
I'm truly honored to have you as a new friend. I look forward to getting to know you and to our friendship. Please stay in touch!
Take Care & God Bless, Sharon† *Proud Army Wife & Military Supporter *Bulldog Mom To Winston, Gracie & JJ *"Carolina’s PI" and Animal & Child Protection Advocate *NC, SC & GA State Director of Ms. Christian US Pageants “Celebrating the beauty inside and out of virtuous women!” *NC & SC State Director For Association Of Christian Investigators *Owner/Founder of Bulldog Co Network
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