Please allow me to share a bit of Doggie WISDOM, with a dose of humor

Grow Old With Dogs

 

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple with a red hat
 which doesn’t go…….No No No…….
 
When I am an old woman… I shall wear soft gray sweatshirts… and a
bandana over my silver hair….. and I will spend my social security checks on wine and my dogs.
I will sit in my house on my well-worn chair and listen to
my dogs’ breathing. I will sneak out in the middle of a warm summer
night and take my dogs for a run, if my old bones will allow… When
people come to call, I will smile and nod as I show them my dogs… and
talk of them and about them… …the ones so beloved of the past and
the ones so beloved of today…. I will still work hard cleaning after
them, mopping and feeding them and whispering their names in a soft
loving way. I will wear the gleaming sweat on my throat, like a jewel
and I will be an embarrassment to all… especially my family… who
have not yet found the peace in being free to have dogs as your best
friends…. These friends who always wait, at any hour, for your
footfall… and eagerly jump to their feet out of a sound sleep, to
greet you as if you are a God. With warm eyes full of adoring love and
hope that you will always stay, I’ll hug their big strong necks… I’ll
kiss their dear sweet heads… and whisper in their very special
company…. I look in the Mirror… and see I am getting old…. this is
the kind of person I am… and have always been. Loving dogs is easy,
they are part of me. Please accept me for who I am. My dogs appreciate
my presence in their lives… they love my presence in their lives……
When I am old this will be important to me… you will understand when
you are old…. if you have dogs to love too. ~Author Unknown
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Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
Take naps.
Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough.
Be loyal. Never pretend to be something you’re not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.
Being always grateful for each new day and for the blessing of you.
ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY!
 
The above poem was a favorite of my dear friend Lois Swanson, whom I only knew for one short year,
but who was a true inspiration to me. She raised many a child, puppy and pony, and was able to spend her
final years in her beloved home, still with dogs and ponies!  Despite her failing eyesight she always turned to her
front door with a huge smile on her face, happy to greet any and all who entered her home.
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Dear Dogs and Cats:

 
The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food.  The other dishes are mine and contain my food.  Placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
 
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack.  Racing me to the bottom is not the object.  Tripping me doesn’t help because I fall faster than you can run.
 
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed.  I am very sorry about this.  Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort, however.  Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep.  It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other, stretched out to the fullest extent possible.  I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out on the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.
 
For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom! If, by some miracle, I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge in an attempt to open the door.  I must exit through the same door I entered.  Also, I have been using the bathroom for years – canine/feline attendance is not required.
 
The proper order for kissing is:  Kiss me first, then go smell the other dog or cat’s butt.  I cannot stress this enough.
 
Finally, in fairness, dear pets, I have posted the following message on the front door:

 

TO ALL NON-PET OWNERS WHO VISIT AND LIKE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT OUR PETS:
 
(1)  They live here.  You don’t.
(2)  If you don’t want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture.  That’s why they call it FUR-niture.
(3) I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
(4)  To you, they are animals.  To me, they are adopted sons/daughters who are short, hairy, walk on all fours and don’t speak clearly.
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Remember, dogs and cats are better than kids because they:

 
(1) eat less,
(2) don’t ask for money all the time,
(3) are easier to train,
(4) normally come when called,
(5) never ask to drive the car,
(6) don’t hang out with drug-using people;
(7) don’t smoke or drink,
(8) don’t want to wear your clothes,
(9) don’t have to buy the latest fashions,
(10) don’t need a gazillion dollars for college
(11) if they get pregnant you can sell the children