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Monday, August 31, 2009

Sue's card

Awesome layout, don't you agree?
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Great Job Erika Martin

Ghosting on Vellum
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Diana Gibb's Great Card!

Party Hearty SU stamp set
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Grace

Great Our Daily Bread Desiger
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Mary's great idea

close up of the fish bowl created by Mary
clipped from 2.bp.blogspot.com
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Mary's OMG fish bowl



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Friday, August 28, 2009

Tri-Shutter Card

What an awesome layout with this set!
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A Great Story

A must read, a HUGE tear jerker though. MAKE SURE YOU HAVE A WHOLE BOX OF KLEENEX.


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.

For some reason, his stuff (except for the tennis balls - he wouldn't go anywhere without two stuffed in his mouth) got tossed in with all of my other unpacked boxes. I guess I didn't really think he'd need all his old stuff, that I'd get him new things once he settled in. but it became pretty clear pretty soon that he wasn't going to.

I tried the normal commands the shelter told me he knew, ones like "sit" and "stay" and "come" and "heel," and he'd follow them - when he felt like it. He never really seemed to listen when I called his name - sure, he'd look in my direction after the fourth of fifth time I said it, but then he'd just go back to doing whatever. When I'd ask again, you could almost see him sigh and then grudgingly obey.

This just wasn't going to work. He chewed a couple shoes and some unpacked boxes. I was a little too stern with him and he resented it, I could tell.

The friction got so bad that I couldn't wait for the two weeks to be up, and when it was, I was in full-on search mode for my cellphone amid all of my unpacked stuff. I remembered leaving it on the stack of boxes for the guest room, but I also mumbled, rather cynically, that the "damn dog probably hid it on me."

Finally I found it, but before I could punch up the shelter's number, I also found his pad and other toys from the shelter.. I tossed the pad in Reggie's direction and he snuffed it and wagged, some of the most enthusiasm I'd seen since bringing him home. But then I called, "Hey, Reggie, you like that? Come here and I'll give you a treat." Instead, he sort of glanced in my direction - maybe "glared" is more accurate - and then gave a discontented sigh and flopped down. With his back to me.

Well, that's not going to do it either, I thought. And I punched the shelter phone number.

But I hung up when I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that, too. "Okay, Reggie," I said out loud, "let's see if your previous owner has any advice.".... .....
To
Whoever 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. If you're reading this, it means I just got back from my last car ride with my Lab after dropping him off at the shelter. He knew something was different. I have packed up his pad and toys before and set them by the back door before a trip, but this time... it's like he knew something was wrong. And something is wrong... which is why I have to go to try to make it right.
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 hordes 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 it, so be careful - really don't do it by any roads. I made that mistake once, and it almost cost him dearly.
Next, commands. Maybe the shelter staff already told you, but I'll go over them again: Reggie knows the obvious ones - "sit," "stay," "come," "heel." He knows hand signals: "back" to turn around and go back when you put your hand straight up; and "over" if you put your hand out right or left. "Shake" for shaking water off, and "paw" for a high-five. He does "down" when he feels like lying down - I bet you could work on that with him some more. He knows "ball" and "food" and "bone" and "treat" like nobody's business.
I trained Reggie with small food treats. Nothing opens his ears like little pieces of hot dog.
Feeding schedule: twice a day, once about seven in the morning, and again at six in the evening. Regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand.
He's up on his shots. Call the clinic on 9th Street and update his info with yours; they'll make sure to send you reminders for when he's due. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the 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. I've never been married, so 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.
Which means that this transition is going to be hard, with him going to live with someone new.
And that's why I need to share one more bit of info with you....
His name's not Reggie.
I don't know what made me do it, but when I dropped him off at the shelter, I told them his name was 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. For me to do that, it seemed so final, that handing him over to the shelter was as good as me admitting that I'd never see him again. And if I end up coming back, getting him, and tearing up this letter, it means everything's fine. But if someone else is reading it, well... well it means that his new owner should know his real name. It'll help you bond with him. Who knows, maybe you'll even notice a change in his demeanor if he's been giving you problems.
His real name is Tank. Because that is what I drive.
Again, if you're reading this and you're from the area, maybe my name has been on the news. I told the shelter that they couldn't make "Reggie" available for adoption until they received word from my company commander. See, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could've left Tank with... and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call the the shelter... in the "event"... to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption. Luckily, my colonel 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.
Well, this letter is getting to downright depressing, even though, frankly, I'm just writing it for my dog. I couldn't imagine if I was writing it for a wife and kids and family. but still, 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 and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he loved me.
That unconditional love from a dog is what I took with me to Iraq as an inspiration to do something selfless, to protect innocent people from those who would do terrible things... and to keep those terrible people from coming over here. If I had to give up Tank in order to do it, I am glad to have done so. He was 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. I don't think I'll say another good-bye to Tank, though. I cried too much the first time. 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.
Thank you,
Paul Mallory
____________ _________ _________ _______
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. "C'mere boy."
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 in the next room. And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

My Boat Blog Candy



You will truly feel blessed when you go visit Angie's blog!

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

This is for YOU



Life is too short to wake up with regrets.


Love the people who treat you right.


Forget about the ones who don't.


Believe everything happens for a reason.


If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands.


If it changes your life, let it.


Nobody said life would be easy.


They just promised it would be worth it.


Friends are like balloons.


Once you let them go, you can't get them back.


So I'm gonna tie you to my heart so I never lose you.


Send these balloons to your friends.


You must also return it to me.


If four balloons are returned to you, something you have been


waiting for a long time will happen! You just never know when that


might be.....so what have you got to lose....pass it on & smile!





Live well. Laugh often. Love much.

Monday, August 24, 2009

RAK

I took my vet postcard w/a pug pic and turned into a surprise RAK card for my friend Carol Masterson. Let me tell you she was so surprised!


August OCS



Go check out my August's partner blog:

www.marisafaylimdesigns.blogspot.com

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Awesome Blog Candy



Hurry, go check it out!

http://priscillastyles.blogspot.com

Monday, August 10, 2009

Blog Candy!



Found this blog candy thru Kristine:


Hello everyone! For those of you who read Women to Women you know that I recently wrote a devotional "Who Do You Follow". In that devotional I drew an analogy between the concept of "following" someone on their blog or Twitter, etc. and the words of Jesus when He said "Follow Me". I also mentioned the idea of blog candy, and how often people who are giving away a gift will ask you to "tell others" about their candy. I drew the paralell to Jesus when He said to his disciples "Follow me and I will make you fishers of men". Networking is the best way to get information, and to share information! As an illustration of my devotional thoughts, I decided to give some BLOG CANDY myself.

http://th-ink-ingofyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-candy.html

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Big Shot Blog Candy

http://priscillastyles.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-blog-candy-post-will-stay-at-top.html

Check this out.
I am excited about--finding a HUGE blog candy giveaway they have going on. You better get over there and sign up. The badge is now on my sidebar so you can play along when you want.

The giveaway is this....





Why are you still here? You need to get over there to add your name to the giveaway!


ps. good luck. If I win you can come and play--keeping my fingers crossed.

Bella & Sissy (2nd & 3rd Litters)

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Sympathy Card for Carol



OMG, Lindsay, YOU ARE SO AWESOME! I love your card and your willingness to come to my beck and call when I asked for a Sympathy RAK. I am so blessed to have found you and have you as a friend. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

Here's Lindsay's blog, go check it out & have fun while you're there!

http://allkindsofstamps.blogspot.com

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

RAK Request

Hi Peeps!

I have a sympathy RAK request to make of you. My friend, Carol, just had to put her cat "Elsie" to sleep this past Saturday. The same day we had our club meeting that night, go figure.

If you have the time and can find it in your heart to send her a card, please email me and I'll send you her snail address. It would truly lift her spirits because lately her own personal health hasn't been good either. She has been facing one problem after another everyday.

Thanks!

Christ's Peace & Love,
Gina

Monday, August 3, 2009

Please vote for Zorro




Please vote (EVERYDAY) for Zorro at
Direct link to your photo...
http://www.cutestdogcompetition.com/vote.cfm?h=0CB7E6A262C71AFAD127F3A975A0495D

Thanks!