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Renewed…

Ok, I have been a narcissistic, selfish, self-centered, egotistic, egocentric, and all other self-something and ego-something a$$h0le the past week or two. (Unfortunately though, I’d probably be one again in another couple of weeks and at least 1 whole week a month.)

Anyway, now that I have overcome that pain-and-hormone-induced mental and emotional affliction, and the walls I have unwittingly built around me now lay crumpled around my feet, with renewed eyes, I see what has been happening around me more clearly.

I am not the only one who is going through a difficult time, or has problems, or is hurting. But even though I was aware of this before, it has always been “I am hurting because someone I know is hurting“, or “I am sad because someone I know is going through a tough time“. It is not always about me. I shouldn’t be the one fishing for sympathy when it isn’t me whose heart is broken, or whose son is on the operating table. But now that I know better, I want to be more actively involved in their struggles, rather than making the struggles my own and reaping the empathy.

I want to be responsible in helping them and not just feel their pain because a sturdy, strong hand can do more than a sympathetic word could. Yes, that’s what I will do.

Save Stitch

Reblogged from Two Little Pigs:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d5ivYdGGgzw&feature=g-upl

From Stitch's Adoptive Family's Website::

Three years ago, we adopted a sweet little dog named Stitch. The woman who owned him told us his sad story. Stitch had been passed around to several people in his first year of life - a group of young kids who were part of the Hollywood club scene. The woman's teenage daughter had ended up with Stitch, but the girl was wild and out of control, partying, disappearing for weeks at a time with her adult boyfriend.

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Reblogging this post is my little way of trying to help Stitch and his caring adoptive family. Ownership only applies to property and things. Pets are part of the family and if you aren't capable of taking care of them, let other people give them the love, care and respect they deserve as living things.

For love of dogs…

cutest dog of my heartA DOG

‘Tis pity not to have a dog,
for at the long day’s end,
The man or boy will know the joy,
Of welcome from a friend.

And whether he be rich or poor,
Or much of little bring,
The dog will mark his step and bark,
As if he were a King.

Though gossips whisper now and then,
Of faults they plainly see,
And some may sneer, from year to year,
My dog stays true to me.

He’s glad to follow where I go,
And though I win or fail,
His love for me he’ll let me see,
By wagging his tail.

Now if I were to list the friends
Of mine in smiles and tears,
who through and through are staunch and and true,
And constant down the years.

In spite of all my many faults,
Which critics catalog,
Deserving blame, I’d have to name
My ever-faithful dog.

‘Tis pity not to have a dog,
Whatever be his breed,
for Dogs possess a faithfulness,
Which humans sadly need.

And whether skys be blue or gray,
Good luck or ill Attend,
Man’s toil by day, a dog will stay,
His ever-constant friend…….

— Egdgar A. Guest —

NO CHARGE FOR LOVE

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell.
He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups.
And set about nailing it to a post on the
edge of his yard. As he was driving the
last nail into the post,he felt a tug on
his overalls. He looked down into the
eyes of a little boy. “Mister,” he said,
“I want to buy one of your puppies.”
“Well,” said the farmer, as he rubbed the
sweat of the back of ! his neck,
“These puppies come from fine parents and
cost a good deal of money.”
The boy dropped his head for a moment.
Then reaching deep into his pocket,
he pulled out a handful of change and held
it up to the farmer. “I’ve got thirty-nine
cents. Is that enough to take a look?”
“Sure,” said the farmer, and with that he
let out a whistle. Here, Dolly!” he called.
Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran
Dolly followed by four little balls of fur.
The little boy pressed his face against the
chain link fence. His eyes danced with
delight. As the dogs made their way to the
fence,the little boy noticed something else
stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another
little ball appeared, this one noticeably
smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a
somewhat awkward manner, the little pup
began hobbling toward the others,doing its
best to catch up…. “I want that one,”
the little boy said, pointing to the runt.
The farmer knelt down at the boy’s side and
said, “Son, you don’t want that puppy.
He will never be able to run and play with
you like these other dogs would. ” With that
the little boy stepped back from the fence,
reached down, and began rolling up one leg
f his trousers. In doing so he revealed a
steel brace running down both sides
of his leg attaching itself to a specially
made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer,
he said, “You see sir, I don’t run too well
myself, and he will need someone who
understands. ” With tears in his eyes,
the farmer reached down and picked
up the little pup. Holding it carefully
he handed it to the little boy.
“How much?” asked the little boy.
“No charge,” answered the farmer,
“There’s no charge for love.”

— Author Unknown —

Poem and story borrowed from here.  Warning though, keep that box of tissue nearby   


“They are just my dogs…”

“He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.) When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me… whenever… wherever – in case I need him. And I expect I will – as I always have. He is just my dog.” – Gene Hill

I don’t really care if other people couldn’t understand my love and devotion to these furry babies, but they are my life and they give me back that love and devotion a hundred fold.