I Won an Honorable Mention!

Dis is the best Christmas.........

After posing for numerable camera shots wearing different antlers I won an honorable mention in the:

FIDO Friendly Holiday Dog Photo Contest

The winning picture of me was........

I so love to pose for the camera....even if I had to wear those silly antlers!

Here are the many pictures that mom took of me that she did not submit:

Mom tried to get pic with Bucky and I, but Bucky is camera shy.

Here is Kira and I..... but Kira decided to walk off the set. See how sad I look!
Nobody wanted to take pic with the Christmas card.

Okay it is just me with the Christmas card from a dear friend of mine @PrincessGwenie  on Twitter.
You must join all the Anipals on Twitter for a fun time each month at the #PawPawty all donations go to the charity of the month!

I told mom the moose antlers clash with my fur! 

Bucky was not happy when mom put the Santa hat on him while he was bundled in his blankie.
But she did get a picture of him!

Christmas at the Shelter

Author Unknown

If you can't give a donation, think about donating time or maybe some warm blankets and towels!

'Tis the night before Christmas and all through the town,

every shelter is full - we are lost but not found,

Our numbers are hung on our kennels so bare,

we hope every minute that someone will care.

They'll come to adopt us and give us the call,

Come here, Max and Sparkie - come fetch your new ball!

But now we sit here and think of the days..

we were treated so fondly - we had cute, baby ways.

Once we were little, then we grew and we grew -

now we're no longer young and we're no longer new.

So out the back door we were thrown like the trash,

they reacted so quickly - why were they so rash?

We jump on the children, don't come when they call,

we bark when they leave us, climb over the wall.

We should have been neutered, we should have been spayed,

now we suffer the consequence of the errors THEY made.

If only they'd trained us, if only we knew...

we'd have done what they asked us and worshiped them too.

We were left in the backyard, or worse -left to roam-

now we're tired and lonely and out of a home

They dropped us off here and they kissed us good-bye...

"Maybe someone else will give you a try."

So now here we are, all confused and alone...

in a shelter with others who long for a home.

The kind workers come through with a meal and a pat,

with so many to care for, they can't stay to chat,

They move to the next kennel, giving each of us cheer...

we know that they wonder how long we'll be here.

We lay down to sleep and sweet dreams fill our heads..

of a home filled with love and our own cozy beds.

Then we wake to see sad eyes, brimming with tears --

our friends filled with emptiness, worry, and fear.

If you can't adopt us and there's no room at the Inn --

could you help with the bills and fill our food bin?

We count on your kindness each day of the year --

can you give more than hope to everyone here?

Please make a donation to pay for the heat...

and help get us something special to eat.

The shelter that cares for us wants us to live,

and more of us will, if more people will give.

A Song for All of the Abused Animals!

I just saw this video and have to share it with everyone. Please excuse the language...but for those of us that have been abused even the language is not strong enough to express how we feel about our abusers.

I was a chained bloodhound that was rescued by my "Forever Family." My previous owners could not handle me so they placed me outside at 3 months old, chained to my doghouse by only a 4 foot chain in a low area that collected water when it rained. I could not reach my water bowl and sat in water when it was wet outside. Finally at age 8 months my previous owner spoke to my mom about me. That very night in freezing sleet and snow my current owners drove over 100 miles on back country roads to get me. I am so glad they did. Having been chained to a doghouse for so long I was a wild child and many times I am sure my "Forever Family" questioned why they took me in. But with their love and training I have become a very good house dog and a very happy dog too.

Bucky our dachshund was also a rescue. He was dumped in the middle of a cold snowy winter at a local lake to fend for himself. Poor little guy only weighed about 8 pounds when he was finally caught. Covered in dirt, fleas, and emaciated he was adopted by my "Forever Family" as well. Now he weighs about 14 pounds and is a little love bug.

And our most recent addition is Ronan who luckily will never know the abuse. Ronan's pregnant mom was rescued from a Missouri puppy mill bust. The puppy mill bred double dapple dachshunds. The problem in breeding double dapple dachshunds is that there is a very high risk in birth defects. Yet regardless of this risk if some are born without any birth defects they bring top dollars because of their markings. Unfortunately, Ronan is deaf and blind in one eye and who knows the terrible things that could have happened to him at the puppy mill because of these birth defects. However, Ronan is learning sign language quite quickly and you would never know he has these problems.

Poor AK (short for Annie's Kitty) was dumped in a WalMart parking lot. Rescue's could not take her in because they are already overwhelmed with cats. So she too has made it to our "Forever Family."

So please before you consider buying a pet ADOPT FIRST! There are so many that need your help. If you can't adopt help by reposting adoptable pets on social networks, volunteering your time at your local rescue, or even giving a few dollars to your local rescue helps tremendously.

PLEASE SPAY OR NEUTER YOUR PET!