Video 2 – What Makes a Dog Owner Qualified?

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May your dog have a long and happy life,
Andrew

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  1. julie says:

    WOW

  2. Carolyn Bush says:

    This is so sad but please read
    How could you?

    A man in Grand Rapids , Michigan took out a $7000 full page ad in the paper to present the following essay to the people of his community:
    HOW COULD YOU?
    By Jim Willis, 2001
    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 bellyrub.
    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 any more 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’ve 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 understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with “papers”. You had to pry 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 realized 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 separate 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 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 directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you.
    I will think of you and wait for you forever.

  3. Terri Howard says:

    Thanks for the videos………….
    Sorry to hear about your dog Noble. I can’t imagine going through what you have but I know I will eventually. I have a 9 yr. old brindle boxer/pit mix named Roxy who is my little girl and so spoiled that all my friends tell me that when they die they wish to come back as her! You are so right about having dogs as a priviledge and not a right. I am a total dog person which of most of my family is. I have spent a lot of $$$ on my beloved friend due to two torn ACL’s and other health issues and will continue to do so as long as I can afford to. I totally agree about the whole dog food issue and totally think it has to do with all the health problems dogs & cats have these days. I’m 39 and growing up we fed all of our dogs their dry food and our leftovers and we never had any problems with our pets and they lived long lives. Now days it seems they have the same health issues we have and I have asked vets about this with no conclusion as to why. Roxy has a delicate stomach and they have prescibed her meds to take before she eats along with expensive Euakanuba low residue canned food. I have since started cooking for her since reading your books and figuring out I need a part-time job just to feed her with the overwhelming costs of her food and care. Unfortunately, I believe with people treating their pets as family some veterinarians have taken advantage of this field and have made it so costly for people to take care of their pets. A lot of dogs go neglected due to the high costs associated with proper care. Keep up your good work and thanks for getting the word out……….Noble would be proud!!

  4. Bryan Davidson says:

    It’s nice to know that I am not alone in sharing my love for dogs. I have two great buddies named Crystal and Harley. Crystal is a 9 year old Golden Retriever who came into my life when she was only 7 weeks old. She has developed diabetes, and is now 100% blind as a result. One would hardly know that she is blind at all at times. Incredible how she gets around. She even still wants to play fetch the ball. Harley, my 3 year old Golden Doodle, is at her side 100% of the time. He seems to know when she needs something, or is looking for her ball. He will bring the ball to her and drop it at her feet, and several times we have watched him take her by the collar, and guide her. The love that I share with these two best friends cannot be explained on a key board. If only people could be more like these two… what a nicer, more peaceful would this would be. What an honor it is to be loved, unconditionally , by two gentle dogs. Poor Harley will be lost without Crystal when she leaves us. It will be a learning curve both both of us to be able to do new things for him. Like running in the park with me, without our blind friend to slow us down. Or sleeping alone at night, without his mate to cuddle up to. It tears my heart out just to think of our lives without Crystal. She will never be out of our hearts though. I wish that everyone could experience the love handed out by two gentle dogs, like I have enjoyed. Every day troubles in life just seem to fade away when the three of us are together.
    Thank you for caring! Looking forward to #3

  5. Jessica Sanders says:

    Thanks. waiting for #3

  6. Teddi says:

    Andrew!
    You are starting something big here.! It needs to evolve. This is now a community of people united with one common passion. We need a forum to contact each other, if desired. Much information can be shared from all of our common experiences.

    I reread comments from video 1, and someone (Suzie Strandquest) wanted to share info with me. Her dog was a Golden Retriever that had itching problems like my girl, Gypsy. Gypsy’s mom is a Golden and her dad is an Australian Shepard. Suzie, if you read this, my email is xraybear64@msn.com. What was it your chiropractor did for your dog? Thank you for trying to help us.

    I am happy to say, that now that we are almost 3 months inro using the Nzymes products to detox and rebuild her system, I am finally seeing a light at the end of the tunnel. She is scratching much less, smelling better, etc. I look forward to a complete healing. So at this point, I am happy to endorse the http://www.Nzymes.com products. They have helped many other pets and people with joint pain, hair loss, the list is long. It is not a medicine, it detoxifies the body to allow it to heal itself. It can be a long process, but I believe in the benefits now. Gypsy is proof! So hopefully, it may help others. Check out the website.

    Anyway, Andrew, maybe you should consider a setting up a site with blogs and threads, forums, etc. That way, we can help each other. There is a sense of community here. I once went to a seminar by Cesar Milan, the Dog Whisperer. It was a great feeling to be in such a large venue with so many other people who I knew loved their dogs as much as I love mine. (Many of us had our dogs waiting in our cars.) I think we have the same thing here.

    I did enjoy the 2nd video, by the way. Thanks for what you do.

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