BustopherJones

So this is where we part, my friend, And you'll run on, around the bend, Gone from sight, but not from mind, New pleasures there you'll surely find. I will go on. I'll find the strength. Life measures quality, not its length. One long embrace before you leave, Share one last look, before I grieve. There were others, that much is true, But they be they, and they aren't you. And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought, Will remember well all you've taught. Your place I'll hold, you will be missed, The fur I stroked, the nose I kissed. And as you journey to your final rest, Take this with you....I loved you best. --unknown Vaya con Dios, Speedy.

Near Bethlehem some time ago, A flock of sheep was dwelling. To shepherds, sheep, and sheep dog, too, Angel choirs came telling. Good news, not fear, to all the world, A baby in a manger. "We'd leave to see," the shepherds said, "But our sheep would be in danger." "To watch the flock, we'll leave the dog, While seeking mankind's Savior. The dog will guard and keep the sheep From wandering behavior." Though disappointed not to go To Bethlehem's blest stable, The dog felt duty-bound to work As well as it was able. The shepherds came at last and praised God for Christ revealing, Too wonder-struck to praise the dog That gave them time for kneeling. But God Himself spoke to the dog In tones for canine hearing. His words inspired all dogs to serve For ages persevering: "Good and faithful servant, well done." -- Kent Dannen Merry Christmas to all, two-legged or four-legged.

I lost a treasured friend today, The little dog who used to lay Her gentle head upon my knee And share her silent thoughts with me... She'll come no longer to my call, Retrieve no more her favorite ball; A voice far greater than my own Has called her to His golden throne. Although my eyes are filled with tears, I thank Him for the happy years He let her spend down here with me And for her love and loyalty. When it is time for me to go And join her there, this much I know... I shall not fear the transient dark For she will greet me with her bark. ~ Author Unknown Vaya con Dios, Cindy.

High up in the courts of Heaven today A little dog-angel waits. With the other dogs he will not play, His just sits alone at the Gates. ”For I know my Mistress will come”, says he, ”And when she comes, she will call for me.” He sees the spirits that pass him by As they hasten towards the throne, And he watches them with a wistful eye As he sits at the gate alone; "But I know if I just wait patiently That someday my Mistress will come," says he. And his Mistress far down on the earth below, As she sits in her easy chair Forgets sometimes, and she whistles low For the dog that is not there; And the little dog-angel cocks his ears And dreams that his Mistress' call he hears. And I know when at length his Mistress waits Outside in the dark and cold For the hand of Death to open the gates That lead to the Courts of Gold, The little dog-angel's eager bark Will comfort her soul while she's still in the dark. Adapted from a poem by Norah M. Holland, 1870 Vaya con Dios, Tex

I'm sorry, but I don't have the dog version of the poem to which you refer. (There is a cat version.) The poem below is one of my favorites; I hope it brings you some measure of comfort. High up in the courts of Heaven today A little dog-angel waits. With the other dogs she will not play, She just sits alone at the Gates. ”For I know my Mistress will come”, says she, ”And when she comes, she will call for me.” She sees the spirits that pass her by As they hasten towards the throne, And she watches them with a wistful eye As she sits at the gate alone; "But I know if I just wait patiently That someday my Mistress will come," says she. And her Mistress far down on the earth below, As she sits in her easy chair Forgets sometimes, and she whistles low For the dog that is not there; And the little dog-angel cocks her ears And dreams that her Mistress' call she hears. And I know when at length her Mistress waits Outside in the dark and cold For the hand of Death to open the gates That lead to the Courts of Gold, The little dog-angel's eager bark Will comfort her soul while she's still in the dark. ~ Adapted from a poem by Norah M. Holland, 1870 Vaya con Dios, Misty.

I lost a treasured friend today, The little dog who used to lay Her gentle head upon my knee And share her silent thoughts with me... She'll come no longer to my call, Retrieve no more her favorite ball; A voice far greater than my own Has called her to His golden throne. Although my eyes are filled with tears, I thank Him for the happy years He let her spend down here with me And for her love and loyalty. When it is time for me to go And join her there, this much I know... I shall not fear the transient dark For she will greet me with her bark. ~ Author Unknown Vaya con Dios, Kati.

waranta putiya nayri nara taymi krakapaka waranta-tu manta waranta tunapri nara And their absence saddens us. But they will never be dead for us as long as we remember them.

Have you considered a Papillon or Shetland Sheepdog?

As long as you love her, and she loves you, does it really matter? And whether she is a Borderline Collie or not, you will always be welcome here.

What kind of dog is Crunchy? HOD is usually found in young large breed dogs.

waranta putiya nayri nara taymi krakapaka waranta-tu manta waranta tunapri nara And their absence saddens us. But they will never be dead for us as long as we remember them.

Annie is strange about this. With some people, she is very outgoing and affectionate; this is especially true if the other person has a dog. With others, she is very wary; the fur on her back will stand up, and she will shy away and bark. I have yet to figure out a pattern (although she is more likely to take an instant dislike to a man as to a woman); she just seems to make an intuitive snap judgment as to who she likes and who she doesn't. I control her closely when she first meets a stranger, as she immediately sends signals as to which way she is likely to go; and if there is any doubt, I do not allow any interaction.

I've been told that Annie is a "mutt"... Hmmmm...maybe... This was her mother...

What bothers me is the misinformation (or at least distortions) being disseminated about Border Collies on the "Dogs 101" program on Animal Planet with respect to BC's as family dogs. Pit Bulls and Presa Canarios get better reviews as pets than BC's...

THE LITTLE DOG ANGEL High up in the courts of Heaven today A little dog-angel waits. With the other dogs he will not play, But he sits alone at the Gates. "For I know my master will come," says he "And when he comes, he will call for me." He sees the spirits that pass him by As they hasten towards the throne, And he watches them with a wistful eye As he sits at the gate alone; "But I know if I just wait patiently That someday my Master will come," says he. And his Master far down on the earth below, As he sits in his easy chair Forgets sometimes, and he whistles low For the dog that is not there; And the little dog-angel cocks his ears And dreams that his Master's call he hears. And I know when at length his Master waits Outside in the dark and cold For the hand of Death to open the gates That lead to the Courts of Gold, The little dog-angel's eager bark Will comfort his soul while he's still in the dark. ~ Norah M. Holland, c.1870