Hi everyone. Since Easter weekend is about redemption and new life, I thought I'd give some of my insights. Animals look forward to a day of redemption too.
One of Mom's friends once looked at her Newfoundland and said "hey, this one would feed a whole village." Yikes! It's hard to imagine for Americans that many of the world's cultures once thought of "pet" dogs as food sources. Even the really skinny ones!
In America, whole causes are built around saving pets from euthanasia. But the fact remains that many of my cousins die in shelters. I know that being inside of a shelter is frightening. There are cats and dogs and stinky cages and a constant din of noise everywhere. While the people who run the shelter are usually very nice, there is an emptiness that comes over the dogs who come in there. I know because that's what happened to me.
My owners couldn't take me to their new home. I don't know why and I don't understand, but they dropped me off at the shelter and I never saw them again. I felt abandoned and lonely. It was like being dropped in the middle of prison with no preparation. And I was surrounded by strangers.
Then one day this couple came in with a big black Newfy. They specifically asked for me! They said they read about me on the internet and wanted to take me home with them. So the shelter lady came and took me out of the cage and walked me into the lobby area. No problem. I took one look at Mom and knew they were my friends for life.
She bent down and scratched my ears and ran her fingers through my fur...I knew this was my home forever. After a short walk with my new housemate "Zeke," the shelter folks let me go home with them. And I have been happy ever since. I know that I am loved!
Point is, that this is Easter weekend. Easter is about redemption and the giving of life. Jesus came to save people, and give them His love. Animals, too need salvation. Won't you think about adopting a shelter pet? There are so many who need love and caring people to save them from death. They would be so grateful!
Red Dog
Showing posts with label rescue. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rescue. Show all posts
Friday, April 22, 2011
Monday, November 8, 2010
Pleased to Meet You!
My name is Red Dog. I will be writing this blog to encourage you each week. Ok, my Mom will write it for me, as my paws on a keyboard are a little sloppy. She also says I drool on the keys, which messes up the computer. So she's going to do the typing.
The other day I did something very unusual. My Aunt Allison said she couldn't believe it when I actually barked at someone who came to the front door. I'm pretty easy-going normally and wouldn't hurt a fly. So I thought I'd let my family know why I sounded so gruff.
Great Pyrenees are bred as protectors of the flock. It's in my genes.And I know all of the sound of the regulars who come to the door. Most of the time I sleep through that stuff because Mom and Dad do the protecting at my house. My friend Riley Sue lives with us- she's a red colored border collie and not very good at protecting either. (She's pretty foxy, though.) So sometimes I have to keep a watchful eye. (But I refuse to go swimming, Riley, so I'll watch, you swim-- Unless you get in trouble, then I'm on it.)
The other day a new mailman came. He wasn't the usual guy (the normal guy Lou is really a nice man and I like him). This one had a different smell. His energy wasn't very good. And instead of using the doorbell, he just dumped a package at the front door and left. It was all very unsettling. So I barked. Really, I would protect the family if necessary. I just prefer to be a lover.
Riley and I went to the groomers the other day. Mom says we smell good now. It's important to have good hygiene, I guess. Although a fresh roll in some dead fish guts would be great once in a while. Mom won't let us do that. I don't know why.
You can ask me questions, or if you have a problem, I'm here to help.I have lots of experience in things. I was abandoned at the dog pound in Spokane, and it just so happened that my parents were searching for a new dog that day. So I got lucky. Many of my relatives aren't so fortunate.
So I'm all about redemption and rescue.
The other day I did something very unusual. My Aunt Allison said she couldn't believe it when I actually barked at someone who came to the front door. I'm pretty easy-going normally and wouldn't hurt a fly. So I thought I'd let my family know why I sounded so gruff.
Great Pyrenees are bred as protectors of the flock. It's in my genes.And I know all of the sound of the regulars who come to the door. Most of the time I sleep through that stuff because Mom and Dad do the protecting at my house. My friend Riley Sue lives with us- she's a red colored border collie and not very good at protecting either. (She's pretty foxy, though.) So sometimes I have to keep a watchful eye. (But I refuse to go swimming, Riley, so I'll watch, you swim-- Unless you get in trouble, then I'm on it.)
The other day a new mailman came. He wasn't the usual guy (the normal guy Lou is really a nice man and I like him). This one had a different smell. His energy wasn't very good. And instead of using the doorbell, he just dumped a package at the front door and left. It was all very unsettling. So I barked. Really, I would protect the family if necessary. I just prefer to be a lover.
Riley and I went to the groomers the other day. Mom says we smell good now. It's important to have good hygiene, I guess. Although a fresh roll in some dead fish guts would be great once in a while. Mom won't let us do that. I don't know why.
You can ask me questions, or if you have a problem, I'm here to help.I have lots of experience in things. I was abandoned at the dog pound in Spokane, and it just so happened that my parents were searching for a new dog that day. So I got lucky. Many of my relatives aren't so fortunate.
So I'm all about redemption and rescue.
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