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I wish,
For every dog
searching trash cans for breakfast, a filled bowl with his name printed in bright letters.
For every dog
who slept fitfully last night, chained in a frozen yard, a soft, warm bed with a person snoring gently nearby.
For every shelter dog,
spending Christmas morning in a soiled run, a forever home, filled with sounds and smells of family.
For every “Christmas” puppy given today,
a tolerant, caring owner who won’t abandon you as you grow into a real dog.
For every ailing pet,
enough money for your owner to pay the bills to make you well.
For every lost dog,
a clear, safe road, and well marked path, to lead you home.
For every old and tired friend,
a warm fire, and a soft bed, to ease your aches and pains.
and
For every Heart Dog at the Bridge,
a moment when you know that you are remembered today,
missed again, and loved forever.
- Author unknown
On Christmas Morning…
We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.
~George Eliot
Contrary to popular belief, dogs do not sweat by salivating, they sweat through the pads of their feet.
