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REALLY NICE PEOPLE

27th Oct 2008 13:25

17 years, 8 months & 29 days ago

for me to remember

17th Oct 2008 21:31

17 years, 9 months & 8 days ago

Nick Jonas

7th Oct 2008 15:47

17 years, 9 months & 18 days ago

ANIMAL CRUELTY STORIES

12th Sep 2008 03:02

17 years, 10 months & 14 days ago

angelpup99 10 Comments

ANIMAL CRUELTY STORIES

17 years, 10 months & 14 days ago

12th Sep 2008 03:02

How Could You? by An Animal Lover

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 belly rub.

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 have 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
goodbye 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 you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I
will think of you and wait for you forever.

May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

ANOTHER ONE!

Hi my name is Peachie. I am a small Labrador retriever puppy. I have a pink ball I love to play with my two brothers and two sisters. I used to have three brothers and three sisters but they got taken in a big silver truck with writing all over it.
My mom said in a low sad tone that they were taken to animal testing. I asked here what that was but she wouldn???t tell me.
A few days later the big silver truck with writing all over it came and took my mom, one sister and a brother with them. M y mom tried to bite them when they took my brother and sister. They just hit here and shoved her in the big silver truck.
Now I don???t have a mother or half of my siblings. My world is cold and scary without my mother???s protection. I don???t play with my pink ball and hate everyone I see.
The big silver truck with writing all over it took me away. When they threw me in the back I saw rabbits, cats and other dogs.
When the truck stopped they took me and the other animals into a gray dim factory. When we got in I saw my missing brothers, sisters, and mother. The sight mad me shudder. They had no hair and there skin was red. They were dead.
They put me on a podium and smothered me with shampoo and lipstick. I got rashes that made me scratch. I lost my hair from itching. My skin turned red and flaky. I can???t take it any more.

It???s time for me to say goodbye

ANOTHER

little padding paw steps,
walking all around
happily cheering for them
with a little puppy sound

then one day they left me out in the pouring rain
a sad little face
was soon blue by hail
I walked up to the steps wailing for my mummy
she then cam outside
and kicked me in my tummy
she told me i was horrible
and very noisy too
i cried my eyes out
then she strangled me too

i soon was then there lying
on the wet and rainy ground
she laughed and walked away
with me DEAD on the ground

but then i noticed heaven it was far more great than earth
my puppy god loved me and didn't make me hurt

Animal Strangling..

Little padding pawsteps,
Hardly a step behind,
Comes a little kitten,
Purring, bright and fine.
Then you hear a little scream,
You turn to look behind,
And who else do you see,
But the little kitten being strangled,
As breathless can be.
It struggles,
Then stills,
It's already out of breath,
And what else can you do,
but see its tiny death?

Horse Slaughter...

I let you ride me.
I love you.
I work for you.
I want to live but you won't let me.

Please stop horse slaughter,it's cruel,mean,and just STUPID!

Please try to stop horse slaughter.

It's mean!

~*~*~ animal abuse is real ~*~*~

I'm a puppy gentle and trusting
i thought you were kind and caring
but it turns out you have no heart at all
you beat me and threw me against the wall
so i ran away, far away
i hope someday youll have to pay
for all the things you did to me
i hope someday you really see
what horrible things you did to me
on my way i found a girl
she gave me a coller with a pearl
she was kind
i patted behind
i was stolen that night
i was shaking with fright
it was the guy i did not want to see
it was the guy who beat me and threw me
he killed me yes
for being a pest
she killed me yes
for being a pest
why did i die
a dog so shy
goodbye CRUEL world that sayings true
nor is it old nor is it new.
~~~~~~~~
Animal abuse is real.do something to stop it.animals cant fight for themselves.but we can fight for them. copy and past if you hate ANIMAL ABUSE!!!!

AND YET ANOTHER

My deep soft brown eyes
Unable to tell a lie
My big clumsy paw
Smashed till its raw
My big velvety ears
Pulled till it causes little puppy tears

Now my daddy says
This is the end of my days
I hang down head in worry
Perhaps I should be sorry
For nipping him or licking
Perhaps thats why he calls me sickening
Now we drive up to a place
With people sterned face
He signs some papers with a mad look
Now hes picking me up
One last time I'm shook

Now I'm in big white room
With a big clear box
Theres mist in it
The people grab me
The hard grip won't quit
The they put me inside
And thats where I died.

AND EVEN MORE

I'm laying in a cage
I'm feeling scared and sad
I've been here for a week
I was left by my dad

I joined him as a puppy
He fast became my friend
He cared for me with love
Said he'd love me to the end

Then my dad got older
He found a new mate
She really didn't like me
Said I was out of date

They brought me here a week ago
A lady took me at the desk
She put me in this cage
And left me with the rest

A whole week has passed
I'm still here alone
He hasn't come back
He's left me all alone

The lady's coming to me
Lifting me up
She takes me to a table
And says, "Good pup".

She's pulling out a needle
It stings like a bee
Now she is crying
Saying bye to me

He left me here alone

He stopped loving me
He left me in a cage
But now I'm free.

Don't abandon your pet. They love you, and will be loyal to you till the end. Shouldn't you do the same for them? If you love your pet, or cats and dogs at all, post this poem in your blog.

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angelpup99

well she is the one saying that i dont care about al the dogs that die in shelters, i only care about my dog... and that is right she wouldnt have wanted a pet if its ugly.. i actually got nipper as a surprise when he was a puppy for christmass so i didnt get to pick

17 years, 5 months & 24 days ago

31st Jan 2009 11:54

wtf you guys are so mean

you wouldnt want a pet if its ugly?????????
wth
of curs u would i know i would i adopted a dog

17 years, 6 months & 10 days ago

14th Jan 2009 23:26

angelpup99

well its not the dogs fault of the dogs that die in the shelters fault either, and if your dog was ugly dont lie and say you would have picked her anyways coz i no u wouldnt have

17 years, 6 months & 16 days ago

8th Jan 2009 22:04

i didnt care what she looked like i luv her more then life itself so just because people dont like your dog dont blame bella

17 years, 6 months & 23 days ago

1st Jan 2009 20:49

angelpup99

oh and if you have any other animal abuse stories that arnt on here please mm me about them and i if i like it i will put it on my blog

17 years, 6 months & 30 days ago

25th Dec 2008 18:19

angelpup99

well what if she was kinda old and ugly, then she could have died coz u wouldnt want her coz u think she was ugly...some people think my dogs ugly but i dont care he's mine and i luv him and no one else wanted him so he could have died and what if that had happened to bella?

17 years & 7 months ago

24th Dec 2008 15:51

she was never going to the pound there were 20 people wanting her but we got her so pound wasnt an option

17 years, 7 months & 8 days ago

16th Dec 2008 14:58

angelpup99

yep and if u hadnt taken Bella they could have put her in the pound and died then u would care

17 years, 8 months & 13 days ago

12th Nov 2008 23:02

get over it animals in shelters die all the time go write a poem about every one of them i dont care i only care about my animals

17 years, 8 months & 14 days ago

11th Nov 2008 12:37