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Switter’s World's avatar

My Dougie dog makes those promises and she wants to mean well when she makes them, but it’s not her fault that we left a loaf of fresh baked bread on the counter within reach. That was simply a case of entrapment. And what would I do if the bread smelled a hundred thousand times more intense because one of my super powers is my sense of smell? And that fresh donut on the car seat? How was Dougie to know it was for my old guy and not trash she saved me the trouble of throwing away, including the paper wrapper?

I believe God created people to build fences for meadowlarks to stand on when they sing and fireplaces for dogs to sleep beside when it’s cold outside. That’s our primary purpose; everything else is just fluff.

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A.T. Symeonidis's avatar

Rescues are God's chosen creatures. I lived with four of them--two doggies, and two kitties-- for eight years until I was jettisoned by my conspiring "family." Bear and Charlie (the doggies) and Puff and Mandy (the kitties) were my daily best and most loving buddies in a "home" that was surreptitiously becoming unwelcoming and, sadly, toxic. They snoozed next to, or on, me innumerable times and EVERY time it was obvious they were literally "reading" my thoughts and emotions. I am heart broken that they were taken away from me by heartless humans... and I'm trying to get news about them by circuitous and desperate efforts. I am not ashamed to say I CARE MORE ABOUT THEM than all of three of my estranged members of my ex-family. I pray daily for all my four dearest buddies to be well and their usual delightful shelves... and perhaps the Good Lord might give me a (remote) chance to see them again before anyone of us FIVE expires... I pray.

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