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If I did not have dogs...
1. I could walk around the yard barefoot in safety.
2. My house could be
carpeted instead of tiled and laminated.
3. All flat surfaces, clothing, furniture, and cars would be free of dog hair.
4.
When the doorbell rings, it wouldn't sound like the NCDL kennels.
5. When the doorbell rings, I could get to the door
without wading through dog bodies who beat me there.
6. I could sit on the couch the way I wanted, without taking into
consideration how much space several fur bodies would need to get comfortable.
7. I would not have strange presents
under my Christmas tree - like dog bones, stuffed animals or have to answer to people why I wrap them.
8. I would not
be on a first name basis with three vets.
9. The most used words in my vocabulary would not be:
"out", "sit", down",
"come", "no", "stay", and "leave him/her/it ALONE".
10. My house would not be cordoned off into zones with baby gates
or barriers.
11. My pockets would not contain things like poo bags, dog treats and an extra leash.
12. I would
no longer have to spell the words B-A-L-L or
C-O-O-K-I-E or W-A-L-K.
13. I would not have as many leaves INSIDE my house as
outside.
14. I would not look strangely at people who think having their ONE dog ties them down too much.
15.
I'd look forward to Spring and the melting of the snow instead of dreading "mud season".
16. I would not have to answer
the question "Why do you have so many dogs?" from people who will never have the joy in their life of knowing they are loved
unconditionally by something as close to angel as they will ever get.
17. How empty my life would be...
~author
unknown~
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Twas The Night Before Christmas - Boxer Style
"Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
except a wide-eyed Boxer named Mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
Not knowing the fawn furry Boxer
would soon be there;
The Lab and kitty cat were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of secret treasures
danced in the Boxer's head;
And Mamma in her 'kerchief', and I in my cap,
Had no idea the Boxer was getting ready to
pull all of this crap,
When downstairs I heard such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Down
the stairs I flew like a flash,
But the Boxer had already tore open the presents and was having a bash.
He lay their
proud of himself as he chewed the fake snow
I looked back down at the damage below. When, what to my tired eyes should
appear,
But the Boxer had decided to get up and eat our plastic reindeer.
With a hint of innocence, he was so lively
and quick,
I thought it was a dream and gave myself a prick.
More rapid than a bear, his terror had already came,
And
I shouted and called him a few choice names;
"Now Mouse! I asked him to listen, but off he went!
Around the house
I chased him totally bent!
To the top of the stairs! Around the wall!
He dashed away! Dashed away like he was
laughing at us all!
His eyes full of joy---how they twinkled! How merry!
His cheeks puffed out from the mouth
full of paper, me so mad I turned red like a cherry!
The drool from his mouth dropped down in a steady flow,
And his
chin white with toy stuffing looked like snow;
The ornament he held tight in his teeth,
Was just a preview of the
damage as he tore down the wreath;
Glancing up into the kitchen I seen the eaten Santa doll with the round belly,
He
even ate our Christmas grape jelly.
It was just so much to take in, a right jolly night itself,
And I laughed when
I saw him, in spite of myself;
With a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon let em know I had a lot more to
dread;
He barked not a sound, but went straight to his work,
Ripped down all the stocking; with one jerk,
And
laying a paw aside his nose
And giving a nod, up the tree he rose;
He tore down the tree, making a sound almost
like a whistle,
And down it came, breaking our crystal.
But I heard him exclaim, as he ran out of sight,
"WOO, WOO, WOO AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT"
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