• Just A Dog
  • Dog Wisdom
  • A Dog's Purpose
  • My Dogs Live Here
  • Pets In Heaven
  • Dog's Notes to God
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    From time to time, people tell me, "lighten up, it's just a dog," or "that's a lot of money for just a dog." They don't understand the distance traveled, the time spent, or the costs involved for "just a dog."

    Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog."

    Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog," but I did not once feel slighted.

    Some of my saddest moments have been spent with "just a dog," and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of "just a dog" gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day.

    If you, too, think it's "just a dog," then you will probably understand phases like "just a friend," "just a sunrise" or "just a promise."

    "Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust, and pure unbridled joy.

    "Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience that make me a better person.
    Because of "just a dog" I will rise early, take long walks and look longingly to the future.

    So for me and the folks like me, it's not "just a dog" but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment.

    "Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day.

    I hope that someday they can understand that it's not "just a dog" but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being "just a person."

    So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog," just smile.... because they "just don't understand."
           - Anonymous

  • Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn stuff 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.

  • Out of the mouth of babes: Psalms 8:2

    leftBeing a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.

    I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.

    As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for four-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt Shane might learn something from the experience.

    The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion.

    We sat together a while after Belker's death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, "I know why." Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation.

    He said, "People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life -- like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?" The four-year-old continued, "Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long."

  • My dogs live here,
    They're here to stay.
    You don't like pets?
    Be on your way.
            They share my home,
            My food,
            My space.
            This is their home,
            This is their place.
    You will find dog hair on the floor,
    They will alert you're at the door.
    They may request a little pat,
    A simple "no" will settle that.
    It gripes me when I hear you say,
    "Just how is it you live this way?
    They smell,
    They shed,
    They're in the way."
          ...is all I can say.
    They love me more than anyone.
    My voice is like the rising sun,
    They merely have to hear me say,
    "C'mon, time to go and play."
    Then tails wag, and faces grin,
    They bounce and hop and make a din.
    They never say, "No time for you,"
    They're always there, To GO and DO.
    And if I'm sad,
    They're by my side.
    And if I'm mad,
    They circle wide.
    And if I laugh,
    They laugh with me.
    They understand,
    They always see.
    So, once again, I say to you, "Come visit me," but know this, too...
    My dogs live here,
    They're here to stay.
    You don't like pets?
    Be on your way.
    They share my home,
    My food,
    My space.
    This is their home,
    This is their place.        - Author Unknown
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    A man and his dog were walking along a road.
    The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.
    He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years.
    He wondered where the road was leading them.

    After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road.
    It looked like fine marble.
    At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.

    When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold.

    He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
    When he was close enough, he called out, 'Excuse me, where are we?'

    'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered.
    'Wow! Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked.
    'Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up.'
    The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

    'Can my friend,' gesturing toward his dog, 'come in, too?' the traveler asked.
    'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'
    The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.

    After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.

    As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
    'Excuse me!' he called to the man. 'Do you have any water?'
    'Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in.'
    'How about my friend here?' the traveler gestured to the dog.
    'There should be a bowl by the pump.'
    They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.
    The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.
    When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.
    'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked.
    'This is Heaven,' he answered.
    'Well, that's confusing,' the traveler said.
    'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'
    'Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell.'
    'Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that? '
    'No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.'

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    I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it, or after they throw it up.

    I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like the way they smell.

    The Litter Box is not a cookie jar.

    The sofa is not a 'face towel'.

    The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.

    I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's in the bathroom.

    Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is an unacceptable way of saying 'hello'.

    I don't need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm under the coffee table.

    I should never use Mom's bra as a pillow, even if it does smell sooo much better that those dead seagulls, fish, and crabs!

    I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house - not after.

    I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch.

    The cat is not a 'squeaky toy', so when I play with him and he makes that noise it's usually not a good thing.

    When I get to Heaven, may I have my testicles back?