My Dear Friends,
This story is so beautiful is will melt your heart and confirm for you the intelligence and integrity of our four-legged friends. love, Mr. Hubbard
My Dear Friends,
This story is so beautiful is will melt your heart and confirm for you the intelligence and integrity of our four-legged friends. love, Mr. Hubbard
This is a wonderful story, similar to my personal tale, about how a man’s relationship with an animal saved his soul. I hope you enjoy it.
Dear Friends, You all know how much I care about the relationship between humans and animals and how important I feel it is for the welfare of both- well the book I have been working on for 15 years about my journey to discover compassion- that made me who I am…is now available as a book app on iTunes and Amazon. Here is the trailer. love, Mr. Hubbard
Someone sent me this story. It originated with 97.9 Kiss FM. Who knows if it is true but that doesn’t really matter because the thought is so wonderful. love, Mr. H
"Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month. The day after she passed away my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so, and she dictated these words: Dear God, Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. I hope you will play with her. She likes to swim and play with balls. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her. Love, Meredith We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had. Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’ Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note: Dear Meredith, Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I recognized her right away. Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by. Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find. I am wherever there is love. Love, God “
Ricochet is a therapy dog on a surfboard. He shows amazing intuition for the needs of the people he is helping. Take the time to listen to this and be convinced about canine human bond.
Dear friends, This is from St. Francis of Assisi’s Dog, channeled through Mirah, the director of Lucky Dog Animal Rescue…listen closely ,Mr. Hubbard
10 Things Your Dog Would Tell You….
1. My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from you will be painful: remember that before you get me.
2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.
3. Place your trust in me- it is crucial to my well being.
4. Do not be angry at me for long, and do not lock me up as punishment.
5. You have your work, your entertainment,and your friends. I only have you.
6. Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don’t understand your words, I understand your voice when it is speaking to me.
7. Be aware that how ever you treat me, I will never forget.
8. Remember before you hit me that I have teeth that could easily hurt you, but I choose not to bite you because I love you.
9. Before you scold me for being uncooperative,obstinate,or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I might not be getting the right food, or I have been out too long, or my heart is getting to old and weak.
10. Take care of me when I get old; you too will grow old. Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say: “I cannot bear to watch” or “Let it happen in my absence.” Everything is easier for me if you are there, even my death.
Remember that I love you.
Mirah A. Horowitz
Lucky Dog Animal Rescue
Dear Friends, If you have ever felt sad or been depressed and had an animal instinctively come close and press their warm body against you, urging you to stroke their head or run your hands through their fur, you will understand this beautiful essay. Animals know when extra care is necessary for their human companions.
Thank you Stubby Dog, once again!
March 11, 2013
By Nicole Scrima
The year Capone, my 3 year old pit bull, came into my life things were tough. I had just lost a best friend, my grandma was diagnosed with brain cancer, and I was going through some pretty serious depression. Even though he was only a pup, he somehow knew just what to do to make me feel better. If I was crying or upset he’d just lay by my side as close as he could get. We instantly became inseparable and I finally felt like I had something I could trust. He gave me a reason to leave my bedroom. He gave me a way to get out of the rut I had fallen into. I walked him every day, and took him everywhere I went. He gave me a way to start conversations and I quickly became more confident and for once in my life I was outgoing.
By the time he was a year old my grandma passed away. I was heartbroken, but he lay by me all night long and kissed away my tears. He stayed close by my side and made sure he was always touching me. He made everything better just by being in my life.
He took care of me through everything that happened in the next year. There were breakups, high school graduation, saying goodbye to all my friends, and starting college; he kept me calm and confident through all of it. Then, when my uncle passed away last November, the whole family was devastated. He managed to make his rounds, going from person to person just standing there while they petted him. It’s almost like he knows the therapeutic effect of petting him. I realized that not only can he make my life better, but he can make others smile too. He’s gone to day camps, nursing homes, and rehabilitation centers, and he never fails to make everyone smile. I love seeing him bring other people as much happiness as he brings me.
We started agility classes when he was 10 months old and it made our bond even stronger. We’ve been training endlessly for 2 years. When we’re training every worry I have escapes me. I don’t think about the endless amount of things I have to do, the worries in my life, or what’s going on with my family. We’re a team and we help each other to succeed. All that matters on the turf is the two of us.
I take care of him by feeding him, training him, and giving him a home, but that’s nothing compared to what he does for me. He keeps me strong, he makes me smile every day, and he gives me something to love. I can trust him and I know he’ll be right by my side any time I need him. He’s my best friend, my guardian angel, and I couldn’t make it through without him. He came into my life exactly when I needed him most and he’s been performing miracles nonstop ever since. He is my everything, and I’m so thankful to have such an incredible dog in my life.
With so many deserving dogs in need of a home, how do you choose the right one for you? Use our guide to help.
Adding a dog to your family can be such a rewarding and life-changing experience. They enrich our lives and have the amazing ability to give and receive love unconditionally. A dog is a loyal companion and friend, an instant playmate and a guardian, but also a long-term commitment.
You will be the most special person in your dog’s life and they will be dependent on you. As a member of your family, it will be your responsibility to care and provide for your dog in sickness and in health. Before making this major life decision, it’s important to think it through and find the dog that best fits your lifestyle, personality and family dynamic.
The choice can be overwhelming—there are so many adorable dogs to choose from, and they all deserve to find a loving home. How do you choose the right dog for you? Do a little soul-searching and ask yourself a few key questions:
The ASPCA estimates that the first-year costs of owning a dog are between $1,100 and $1,800, depending on size and grooming requirements. These numbers do not include the costs of unexpected or emergency vet care.
Adding a new dog is a family decision and should include input and buy-in from all its members. Examine your lifestyle and personality, and be honest about the amount of resources and time you can commit to exercising, playing with and grooming your dog. Here are some other factors to consider:
Puppies: Everyone loves a puppy. They are adorable, but they also require the most time, attention and training, especially in the first six months. Do you have the time and patience to train a puppy and deal with frequent potty breaks, teething, chewing, cleaning up messes and their higher energy level? When you adopt a puppy, you don’t necessarily know the personality and energy level the dog will have as an adult, but you do have the opportunity to train them early to live by your rules and shape their behavior.
Adult dogs: Adult dogs over two years old are a great option for most families. They have already grown into themselves and have established personalities, so you know what you’re getting. They’ve typically been “socialized” with people and the outside world, and they understand what it takes to be part of your family pack. They have calmer temperaments, make fewer demands on your time, and are worldlier—many have already experienced car rides or know how to walk on a leash, so they’re ready to be an instant companion.
Senior dogs: Senior dogs also make great pets—they are confident in their skin, grateful for a loving and safe home, and are happy to either walk a sedate mile with you or lounge on the sofa next to you. Just like humans, senior dogs require more frequent veterinary visits, medications and procedures, but there is also a great reward knowing that your senior pup was happy and truly loved when they left this earth. At shelters, older dogs are the least likely to be adopted and the first to be euthanized. Adopting a senior dog is your opportunity to be a hero and get a wonderful companion in return.
The size of the dog that best fits your family is often determined by your family makeup. A very small dog is at risk in a family with young children who may perceive it to be a toy. Small dogs tend to be more delicate and vulnerable, so being mishandled can lead to injury, or to the dog responding in a negative way. If you have younger children in your home, you may want to consider a medium-sized dog more than 6 months old.
Families who live in apartments or condos, or have older or physically challenged members, may do better with a small adult or senior dog because they are calmer and need less space. A young, large dog often plays rough, needs lots of exercise and can be an obstacle in walking paths. Large dogs typically mean more food, exercise and longer walks, and need more space to run and play.
Remember: every adorable puppy starts out small, but they can grow quickly. You can look up the dog’s breed online to get a feel for the different heights and weights of the breeds you are considering.
All dogs need routine exercise to stay healthy and balanced, but some dogs need more than others. If you don’t meet your dog’s exercise needs, they are more prone to behavioral problems, like chewing up things they’re not supposed to or bouncing off the walls with excitement. Be honest and realistic with yourself about the amount of time you can commit to exercising your dog.
Your personal lifestyle and living arrangements factor in too. If you live in an apartment or condo or have a more sedentary lifestyle, you probably shouldn’t adopt a high energy dog that needs to run and play every day. If you are an active family that likes to run and hike, a younger, medium-to-large energetic pup would be a better fit for you than a small toy dog.
You can’t rely on breed alone to gauge a dog’s energy level, because dogs have unique personalities and requirements independent of breed. Age, breed and temperament are all factors that impact a dog’s energy level.
All dogs need basic grooming, but some dogs with longer coats (terriers, shih tzu, spaniels, retrievers, etc.) require more upkeep and routine grooming every four to six weeks. Most dogs shed, but some dogs shed all year round; some shed in clumps for a few weeks, some dogs shed only a little bit. Long-coated dogs are beautiful to look at, but require some effort to stay that way. Short-coated dogs are easier to care for, but may still shed, and require protection in cold or wet weather. Decide how much dog hair you’re willing to put up with, and how much time and money you can afford to dedicate to grooming your dog.
WHERE TO FIND YOUR DOG
As part of the Mutts Matter Rescue team, I have some bias on this topic, and strongly believe in rescuing versus buying your next dog from a pet store or breeder. Sadly, between seven and 11 million unwanted animals are euthanized in the U.S. every year. These are healthy, adoptable pets whose only fault is that they don’t have a place to call home. We have a large overpopulation problem here, and most people are unaware of how many wonderful dogs and cats of all breeds are waiting in shelters and rescues for someone to love them.
Rescues can be a great resource to help you find the right dog for your family. All of Mutts Matter’s dogs live in a foster home; they live with our husbands, wives, kids and other pets too. This personal connection with the dog gives us a better sense of a dog’s personality and level of socialization, and helps us understand the type of home and family that will best suit the dog.
Rescuing a dog in need is a virtuous endeavor and the right thing to do. You can rescue dogs of every age, breed, and temperament, from purebred to mutt, and in all shapes in sizes. Saving an animal’s life is not just a good thing to do, but it will reward you in ways that you may not expect.
The dogs featured in this article’s photos are all in need of loving homes—except for the cover model, Zoë. She’s my pup, and a former Mutts Matter rescue dog. To learn more about theses dogs, or about any of our adoptable pups, check out Mutts Matter’s Available Dogs page, or contact Suzanne at email@example.com
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REGGIE - A BLACK LAB
A Really Great (and true) Story
Well Worth the Reading!
They told me the big black Lab’s name was Reggie,
as I looked at him lying in his pen.
The shelter was clean, no-kill,
and the people really friendly.
I’d only been in the area for six months, but
everywhere I went in the small college town, people
were welcoming and open. Everyone waves
when you pass them on the street.
But something was still missing as I attempted to settle
in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn’t hurt.
Give me someone to talk to. And I had just seen
Reggie’s advertisement on the local news. The shelter
said they had received numerous calls right after,
but they said the people who had come down
to see him just didn’t look like “Lab people,”
whatever that meant. They must’ve thought I did.
But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me
in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted
of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were
brand new tennis balls, his dishes and
a sealed letter from his previous owner.
See, Reggie and I didn’t really hit it off when we got home.
We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter
told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it
was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too.
Maybe we were too much alike.
I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten
about that. “Okay, Reggie,” I said out loud, “let’s see
if your previous owner has any advice.”
To Whomever Gets My Dog:
Well, I can’t say that I’m happy you’re reading this,
a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by
Reggie’s new owner. I’m not even happy writing it.
He knew something was different.
So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes
that it will help you bond with him and he with you.
First, he loves tennis balls. The more the merrier.
Sometimes I think he’s part squirrel, the way he hoards them.
He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get
a third in there. Hasn’t done it yet. Doesn’t matter where
you throw them, he’ll bound after them, so be careful.
Don’t do it by any roads.
Next, commands. Reggie knows the
obvious ones —-“sit,” “stay,” “come,” “heel.”
He knows hand signals, too: He knows “ball”
and “food” and “bone” and “treat” like nobody’s business.
Feeding schedule: twice a day, regular
store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand.
He’s up on his shots. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the e vet.
Good luck getting him in the car. I don’t know how he
knows when it’s time to go to the vet, but he knows.
Finally, give him some time. It’s only been Reggie and
me for his whole life. He’s gone everywhere with me,
so please include him on your daily car rides if you can.
He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn’t bark
or complain. He just loves to be around people,
and me most especially.
And that’s why I need to share one more bit of info with you…
His name’s not Reggie. He’s a smart dog, he’ll get used to it
and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt. But I just couldn’t
bear to give them his real name. But if someone is reading this …
well it means that his new owner should know his real name.
His real name is “Tank.” Because, that is what I drive.
I told the shelter that they couldn’t make “Reggie” available
for adoption until they received word from my company commander.
You see, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could’ve
left Tank with … an d it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call to the shelter …
in the “event” … to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption.
Luckily, my CO is a dog-guy, too, and he knew where my platoon
was headed. He said he’d do it personally. And if you’re reading this,
then he made good on his word.
Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long
as the Army has been my family. And now I hope and pray that
you make him part of your family, too, and that he will adjust
and come to love you the same way he loved me.
If I have to give up Tank to keep those terrible people from coming
to the US I am glad to have done so. He is my example of service and
of love. I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades.
All right, that’s enough. I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter
off at the shelter. Maybe I’ll peek in on him and see if he finally got
that third tennis ball in his mouth.
Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home, and
give him an extra kiss goodnight - every night - from me.
I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. Sure,
I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him,
even new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq a few
months ago and posthumously earning the Silver Star
when he gave his life to save three buddies.
Flags had been at half-mast all summer.
I leaned forward in my chair and rested my
elbows on my knees, staring at the dog.
"Hey, Tank," I said quietly.
The dog’s head whipped up, his ears
cocked and his eyes bright.
He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor.
He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name
he hadn’t heard in months. “Tank,” I whispered.
His tail swished.
I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time,
his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed
as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him. I stroked
his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my face into
his scruff and hugged him.
“It’s me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me.”
Tank reached up and licked my cheek.
“So whatdaya say we play some ball?”
His ears perked again.
“Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?”
Tank tore from my hands and disappeared into the next room.
And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.
If you can read this without getting a lump in your
throat or a tear in your eye, you just ain’t right.
"The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him."
G. K. Chesterton