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A Stump For A Tail
You can't buy loyalty, they say
I bought it though, the other day;
You can't buy friendship, tried and true,
Well just the same, I bought that too.
I made my bid, and on the spot
Bought love and faith and a whole job lot
Of happiness, so all in all
The purchase price was pretty small.
I bought a single trusting heart,
That gave devotion from the start.
If you think these things are not for sale,
Buy a brown-eyed puppy
with a stump for a tail.
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
belly rub. My housebreaking 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 and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be anymore 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, and 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 understood the
realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to prise 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 good-bye 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 realised 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 seperate room. A blissfully quiet room. she placed me on
the table and 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 that 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. And 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 directed at 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.
A note from the author: Jim Wills, 2001 -- If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, It is because it is the composite
story of the millions of formerly owned pets who die every year in Animal Shelters around the world. Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a noncommercial
purpose, as long as it is properly attributed. Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in your newsletters, on animal shelters and Vet office bulletin boards. Tell the
public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for
your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop
the killing, and encourage all spay and neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.
He is your friend, your partner, your
defender, your dog. You are his life, his
love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful
and true, to the last beat of his heart. You
owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.
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"Money can't buy
happiness" doesn't own
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"Won't you buy me? Not because I will be euthanized, abandoned, abused or given up because I wasn't important enough.
Buy me because the wonderful person taking this photo brought me into this world after much thought and careful
planning, sat up with me, night after night, to make sure I was warm, fed, and strong.
She played with me, introduced me to countless experiences, people and places. She sang to me, held me, kissed my face
and my baby paws. She cried when my baby sister didn't make it in the first days of our lives.
She sat, scowl on her face, interviewing potential buyers, some of which didn't measure up. She will be there for me, for
the rest of my life. She has guaranteed my health, and knows the dogs behind me, very well. She knows what those dogs
have the potential to produce, both good and bad, and she willingly shares that with anyone who asks. She will cry when I
go home with that carefully screened family, and she will think of me often.
Isn't that worth a minimal investment, something to cover her time and the money she spent to bring me into the world,
and care for me like none other? A little something to enable her to continue her exceptional care of my parents, and the
other adults she keeps as her own? A little token to keep her going, so she can continue to support the breed she loves, with
all the care and planning with which she used to bring me into the world? There is no profit for her, though she works for
the love of her breed. She is worth your investment...believe me, I know this for sure. Look at how clean I am, how I
smile. Look at my bright and healthy eyes, my clean and tidy surroundings. Look at how happy I am, how much I love
people, and love to play with my toys...all because of her.
When I leave her, I will hope and pray that my new family has the potential to care for me with the same kind of love and
devotion with which she has cared for me over the last 8 weeks. I'm scared, but I trust her. She is a responsible, careful
and loving breeder. There are many others like her. She carries a heavy burden, but she carries it because she loves me,
and she's devoted to others like me."
The next time you feel like it's a crime to purchase a purebred puppy, think of everything that lead to that life. The care,
the planning, the worry, the heart-ache. There are puppies that join this world, and they are worth every penny of the
small pittance their breeders ask. It's *NOT* a crime to purchase a puppy...and it's not a crime to sell one. If I charged
what I felt my puppies were really worth, no one could afford them. Letting them leave is the hardest thing I do. When we
meet, don't bother to ask me to justify what I charge for my puppies. It's the fastest way to find the door, and never again
get your hands on my precious, precious babies. ~ By Leslie Renaud Kuther
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|Recently, AKC has accepted the recognition of a new breed and some
breeders have chosen to take their dogs into AKC as the Miniature
American Shepherd. We have chosen not to seek AKC recognition for
our mini aussies, but stay with our past heritage as an Australian
Shepherd of the smaller variety. The Miniature Australian Shepherd is
still supported by many breeders. There are many show venues as well
as the same registries as in the past. The Miniature Australian Shepherd
remains the same. Miniature Australian Shepherds can still be registered
with MASCA, IMASC, ASDR, NSDR. We choose to register our dogs
with MASCA / IMASC. Show venues include MASCA and it's
affiliate clubs, ARBA, ICKC, IABCA, ICE, ASDR. Have questions
about Miniature Australian Shepherds vs Miniature American
Shepherds? Just ask!
|Miniature australin shepherds of superior quality are raised here at Boldheart. Please come visit the Miniature australin shepherds of superior quality
Arizona,California,Washington, Oregon,on the East Coast or the West Coast. We welcome visitors to see our awesome miniature australian shepherds, miniature
|Australian shepherds are a working / herding
breed. Our Mini Aussies are sold as working
dogs, service, therapy and emotional support
dogs, etc. Aussies are very versitile and they
also do well in the show ring, agility, obedience
and of course herding which they were originally
bred for as well as make wonderful companions
when they are not busy doing their jobs.
* Puppies are placed in the order deposits
are received. I do not place a show home
over a pet home, if the pet family had their
deposit in first.
All our puppies are evaluated at 8 weeks old to
determine if they are show/breed or pet quality.
They are also temperament tested, so they can be
placed in a home that will be a suitable fit for their
personality. All puppies come current on
vaccinations and worming.
All puppies are sold on a pet or show/breed
Available - puppy is available
Pending - puppy is sold if show/breed quality, but
will be available if pet/performance quality.
Adopted - Puppy has a home waiting and is no
Hold - Deposit is on its way and must arrive in 72
hours or the puppy is released and available.