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by VanessaT on 20 January 2010 - 16:01
The more people I meet, the more I love my dogs! Not sure who said it first.
by ShadyLady on 20 January 2010 - 16:01
"The most affectionate creature in the world is a wet dog." --Ambrose Bierce
by Bob McKown on 20 January 2010 - 16:01
Quote:
There is nothing worse then going to a trial and whatching a dog that you once owned out score you because you got rid of him because "he would,nt do the work".
There is nothing worse then going to a trial and whatching a dog that you once owned out score you because you got rid of him because "he would,nt do the work".
by MaggieMae on 20 January 2010 - 17:01
Why We Like Dogs Better Than People
Most dogs are less exasperating than people. Think about it:
Has your dog ever asked you for your car keys?
Has your dog ever asked you for a loan?
Has any dog borrowed your tools and then not returned them?
Has your dog ever ignored you when you come home from work? (If so, get a new dog.)
Has your dog ever not thanked you for what you do? (Well, didn’t you see his tail wagging?)
Has your dog ever asked you why you want him to do unnatural things like walk between your legs while you are walking, to stand on his hind legs, to jump through your arms when you hold them like a loop, or to play dead?
Did your dog ever ask you if you wanted him to guard your property?
Dogs are perfect except I have never got one to pay board and room─except by unconditional love.
Okay, the article was rejected for too few words. Let’s try a poem if I can dream one up here.
If your dog bites your hand
When you feed him,
It’s not a dog,
It’s a ferret.
If your dog hates your cats,
Barks all night,
And poops on your rug,
It’s a dog.
That aught to do it!
The End
by John T. Jones, Ph.D.
Most dogs are less exasperating than people. Think about it:
Has your dog ever asked you for your car keys?
Has your dog ever asked you for a loan?
Has any dog borrowed your tools and then not returned them?
Has your dog ever ignored you when you come home from work? (If so, get a new dog.)
Has your dog ever not thanked you for what you do? (Well, didn’t you see his tail wagging?)
Has your dog ever asked you why you want him to do unnatural things like walk between your legs while you are walking, to stand on his hind legs, to jump through your arms when you hold them like a loop, or to play dead?
Did your dog ever ask you if you wanted him to guard your property?
Dogs are perfect except I have never got one to pay board and room─except by unconditional love.
Okay, the article was rejected for too few words. Let’s try a poem if I can dream one up here.
If your dog bites your hand
When you feed him,
It’s not a dog,
It’s a ferret.
If your dog hates your cats,
Barks all night,
And poops on your rug,
It’s a dog.
That aught to do it!
The End
by John T. Jones, Ph.D.
by GSDtravels on 20 January 2010 - 17:01
"If it's not a German Shepherd, it's not a dog."
by GSDtravels
by GSDtravels
by DebiSue on 20 January 2010 - 18:01
George Graham Vest (1830-1904) served as U.S. Senator from Missouri from 1879 to 1903 and became one of the leading orators and debaters of his time. This delightful speech is from an earlier period in his life when he practiced law in a small Missouri town. It was given in court while representing a man who sued another for the killing of his dog. During the trial, Vest ignored the testimony, but when his turn came to present a summation to the jury, he made the following speech and won the case.
Gentlemen of the Jury: The best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most. A man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us, may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads.
The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog. A man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer. He will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings, and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.
If fortune drives the master forth, an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him, to guard him against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes his master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even in death.
George Graham Vest - c. 1855
Gentlemen of the Jury: The best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most. A man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us, may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads.
The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog. A man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer. He will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings, and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.
If fortune drives the master forth, an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him, to guard him against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes his master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even in death.
George Graham Vest - c. 1855
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