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Title: Discount Dog Sweaters –A Savvy Buyer’s Guide
Posted: Feb. 24 '06

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Discount <a href="http://www.dog-sweaters-coats-and-jackets.com/dog_sweaters.htm">dog sweaters</a> get their ‘discounted dog sweater’ status when they no longer sell due to low stock, less consumer demand or the season changing. Therefore, finding discount <a href="http://www.dog-sweaters-coats-and-jackets.com/dog_coats.htm">dog coats</a> and sweaters on the web or in-store does not mean you have to sacrifice quality; it just means you (and your dog) get to reap the benefits of being a savvy shopper. With that in mind, here are some tips on when and how to buy the best marked-down <a href="http://www.dog-sweaters-coats-and-jackets.com">dog apparel</a>: • Buy after holidays Buying after holidays like Christmas and Valentines provides great values and relatively good selection. Because retailers tend to overproduce holiday stock, they often have many sizes left once the holiday has passed. Savvy Shopping Tip: Make sure to shop for these holiday deals the day of, or a day or two after the holiday. This is when you’ll get your ‘pick of the litter’ from a selection and size standpoint. • Buy off season Off season purchases are fabulous because they are perfectly wonderful clothes –your pup might just have to wait to wear them. With that said, there are two types of off-season shopping. The first occurs at the tail-end of a season and the second is nowhere near the season. In the first circumstance, if you buy winter dog coats in February/March you’ll likely get a discount as retailers are trying to liquidate to make room for spring styles. The benefit of this type of off-season shopping is that your pup can still wear their winter warm-ups before you’ll need to retire them until the following year. In the second circumstance, for whatever reason, many stores don’t always sell out of their seasonal stock post-season, therefore, they’ll continue to mark it down and sell it until it’s liquidated. Savvy Shopping Tip: Best selection and sizes are available mid to late season; best prices but less selection and sizes are available off-season. • Check both big and little retailers When hunting for dog apparel best buys, it’s not always the big box stores who have the best deals. Although their discounts are normally great, if there’s a dog poncho or jersey you’ve wanted for your pup for awhile, it very well may go on sale –even at the most posh pet boutiques. Savvy Shopping Tip: Search for doggie apparel that’s been price-cut at both big and small stores. • Look for more expensive doggie couture items first Even high-end design houses like Burberry have to liquidate doggie stock at some point, that’s why it’s best to scope out these hot-ticket items first. Finding highly sought after couture such as designer dog wear should not be a ‘save the best for last’ mentality, but rather a ‘me first’ mentality when it comes to discount doggie apparel shopping. Savvy Shopping tip: Find hot items first, semi-hot items second. • Plan, plan, plan If you want to get the best duds for your four-legged companion, it’s wise to do a little planning. Knowing the day and time you’ll hit certain online retailers for deals will ensure you get the best of everything. When it comes to discount shopping, it pays to wait until items go on sale, but once they do, they’re snatched up fast –hence the need for a plan. Savvy Shopping Tip: Make a plan in advance and take 5 minutes to pre-schedule the best dates to buy. This way they’ll be in your palm or organizer and prompt you when it’s time to shop! • Auction anyone? Finally, price-cut dog sweaters can usually be found year-round at online auctions. If you like the rush of bidding then this discount shopping avenue may be for you. Savvy Shopping Tip: Buy low, sell high!

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Erin Coal -a regular content contributor at www.dog-sweaters-coats-and-jackets.com

Title: Photo Contest..please vote for Guinness
Posted: october 20, 2005

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Hi, Will you please take a moment of your time and vote for GUINNESS the Labrador in this photo contest. Here is the link: http://www.jeanesholistics.com/PhotoContest.html Just scroll down to the bottom and vote. You can send this link to your family and friends so they can vote too :) We can't let him loose to a little dog..... Thanks!

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Guinness's Mama

Title: Adopting a Dog
Posted: Sunday, August 03, 2003 03.02 PM

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One of the best ways to get a dog is by adopting one from a shelter. There are numerous shelters, such as those run by the Humane Society. The people at the shelter will be very helpful in helping you find a dog that is suited to your needs and temperament. They will ask you such things as whether you have children, other dogs, other pets, whether you work outside the home, have a yard, etc. This is all to narrow down what kind of dog would be good for you. They will also have all kinds of tips for you on caring for your dog and some even offer dog training courses. It is very heartwarming to adopt a dog at a shelter and know that you have done your part to give a dog a good home! Also, these dogs are often of mixed breed, and I feel that mixed breed dogs are the best.

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Pat Doyle of <a href="http://www.doggiewoggie.com">www.doggiewoggie.com</a>

Title: 'THE PRETTY ONE"
Posted: March 04, 2005

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THE PRETTY ONE (Story titled "THE LAST PUPPY" in "Chicken Soup for the Dog Lover's Soul") It had been a very long night. Our black Cocker spaniel Precious was having a difficult delivery. I lay on the floor beside her large four-foot square cage, watching her every movement. Watching and waiting, just in case I had to rush her to the veterinarian. After six hours the puppies started to appear. The first-born was black and white. The second and third puppies were tan and brown in color. The fourth and fifth were also spotted black and white. "One, two, three, four, five," I counted to myself as I walked down the hallway to wake my wife, Judy, and tell her that everything was fine. As we walked back down the hallway and into the spare bedroom, I noticed a sixth puppy had been born and was now laying all by itself over to the side of the cage. I picked up the small puppy and laid it on top of the large pile of puppies, who were whining and trying to nurse on the mother. Precious immediately pushed the small puppy away from rest of the group. She refused to recognize it as a member of her family. "Something's wrong," said Judy. I reached over and picked up the puppy. My heart sank inside my chest when I saw the little puppy had a cleft lip and palate and could not close its little mouth. I decided right there and then that if there was any way to save this animal I was going to give it my best shot. I took the puppy to the vet and was told nothing could be done unless we were willing to spend about a thousand dollars to try and correct the defect. He told us that the puppy would die mainly because it could not suckle. After returning home, Judy and I decided that we could not afford to spend that kind of money without getting some type of assurance from the vet that the puppy had a chance to live. However, that did not stop me from purchasing a syringe and feeding the puppy by hand. Which I did every day and night, every two hours, for more than ten days. The little puppy survived and learned to eat on his own as long as it was soft canned food. The fifth week I placed an ad in the newspaper, and within a week we had people interested in all of the pups, except the one with the deformity. Late one afternoon I went to the store to pick up a few groceries. Upon returning I happened to see the old retired schoolteacher, who lived across the street from us, waving at me. She had read in the paper that we had puppies and was wondering if she might get one from us for her grandson and his family. I told her all the puppies had found homes, but I would keep my eyes open for anyone else who might have an available cocker spaniel. I also mentioned that if someone should change their mind, I would let her know. Within days, all but one of the puppies had been picked up by their new families. This left me with one brown and tan cocker as well as the smaller puppy with the cleft lip and palate. Two days passed without me hearing anything from the gentleman who had been promised the tan and brown pup. I telephoned the schoolteacher and told her I had one puppy left and that she was welcome to come and look at it. She advised me that she was going to pick up her grandson and would come over at about eight o'clock that evening. That night at around seven-thirty, Judy and I were eating supper when we heard a knock on the front door. When I opened the door, the man who had wanted the tan and brown pup was standing there. We walked inside, took care of the adoption details and I handed him the puppy. Judy and I did not know what we would do or say when the teacher showed up with her grandson. At exactly eight o'clock the doorbell rang. I opened the door, and there was the schoolteacher with her grandson standing behind her. I explained to her the man had come for the puppy after all, and there were no puppies left. "I'm sorry, Jeffery. They found homes for all the puppies," she told her grandson. Just at that moment, the small puppy left in the bedroom began to yelp. "My puppy! My puppy!" yelled the little boy as he ran out from behind his grandmother. I just about fell over when I saw that the small child also had a cleft lip and palate. The boy ran past me as fast as he could, down the hallway to where the puppy was still yelping. When the three of us made it to the bedroom, the small boy was holding the puppy in his arms. He looked up at his grandmother and said, "Look, Grandma. They found homes for all the puppies except the pretty one, and he looks just like me.” The schoolteacher turned to us, "Is this puppy available?" “Yes,” I answered. “That puppy is available.” The little boy, who was now hugging the puppy, chimed in, "My grandma told me these kind of puppies are real expensive and that I have to take real good care of it." The lady opened her purse, but I reached over and pushed her hand back down into her purse so that she would not pull her wallet out. "How much do you think this puppy is worth?" I asked the boy. "About a dollar?" "No. This puppy is very, very expensive," he replied. "More than a dollar?" I asked. "I'm afraid so," said his grandmother. The boy stood there pressing the small puppy against his cheek. "We could not possibly take less than two dollars for this puppy," Judy said, squeezing my hand. "Like you said, it's the pretty one." The schoolteacher took out two dollars and handed it to the young boy. "It's your dog now, Jeffery. You pay the man." Still holding the puppy tightly, the boy proudly handed me the money. Any worries I’d had about the puppy’s future were gone. The image of the little boy and his matching pup stays with me still. I think it must be a wonderful feeling for any young person to look at themselves in the mirror and see nothing, except "the pretty one." Stories from The Life and Times of Roger Dean Kiser http://www.rogerdeankiser.com

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Roger Dean Kiser

Title: "HONEY"
Posted: March 04,2005

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By the time I was eight years old, I did not ever remember being loved, held or hugged by anyone, not even one single time. But that is just the way it was when you have been discarded and locked away in a Jacksonville, Florida orphanage. I guess I thought that being loved or cared about really did not matter very much. I did not know that such a feeling even existed. One day I was playing in the dirt pile out behind the boys' dormitory, when I heard this strange noise coming from behind me. I immediately jumped up quickly and spun around, afraid I was in trouble with the matron, as usual. When I stood up, I saw the most beautiful, kind and loving face looking directly at me. The eyes of an angel stared only at me, and my heart skipped a beat for the first time in my young life. I placed both of my hands over my cheeks, took in a deep breath. My eyes and mouth were opened wide like saucers. I backed up slowly against the oak tree and waited to see what would happen next. She just stood there like a statute, looking at me, and didn’t say anything at all. My eyes rolled and rolled as I looked her up and down from head to toe. I noticed the beautiful brown and white coat that she was wearing. After a minute or so, I slowly reached out and touched it. She opened her mouth, but then closed it again without making any sound. I quickly withdrew my hand, because I did not want to get into trouble, and placed it behind me to show her that I was sorry for touching her, and that I would not do it again. Still, she said nothing. I sat back down in the dirt pile and kept my eyes on my task. Finally, she came over to where I was sitting and touched me gently on the face. It was very warm, and it felt good to be touched by something that did not want to hurt me, for a change. I kept looking down because I did not want to look her directly in the eye. You were not allowed to look anyone in the eye at the orphanage, because that was a sign of defying authority. I could take it no longer; I threw my arms around her neck and hugged her as hard as I could until she let me know that she really did like me, by licking my face. That was the first and only dog we ever had at the orphanage, and I had no idea where she came from. Later that day, we boys named her "Honey," a big old ugly looking bird dog who was brown and white. We orphans loved that dog, and that dog loved all us. It was absolutely wonderful. About two weeks later one of the boys came running to my room, crying his little eyes out, and told me that Honey had been run over by a car outside the orphanage gate. I ran downstairs as fast as I could and locked myself in the telephone-room. I stood there against the locked door, breathing in and out as fast as I could, and would not come out, not even for supper. I stayed there and cried all night long. The next day I could not even go out the front gate for fear of seeing Honey lying dead in the road, so I climbed over the orphanage fence in order to get to school. After school, Mrs. Winters, the head matron, called me to the office and told me to go with old Mack, the black grounds keeper, to get a wheelbarrow and pick Honey up out of the road. I will never forget that sight for as long as I live; it was worse than horrible. Her insides were all over the place. I will always remember the look on Honey's face as she lay there dead with her tongue hanging out. I knew that beautiful old dog would never, ever love me again. I stood there and cried the entire time as I tried not to smell the odor of death. Old Mack, who was a very kind old man, told me not to look at her. All by himself he moved her into the wheelbarrow and picked up all the pieces, then took her some place to bury her. I don't know where he buried her, and I did not want to know. Mrs. Winters never did like me very much and I really don't know why she did this to me. I always bought her a statue of a horse every Christmas, with the two dollars that I got from the Jacksonville Kiwanis Club. But, I guess the presents really did no good. There was never anyone to hold us or to tell us that everything was going to be al-right. There was never anyone who really cared if our little hearts were torn apart. All that Mrs. Winters saw was just a dead dog lying in the middle of the road, and "a bunch of whining, crying little kids." Poor old Honey was just another thing that got in her way....JUST LIKE US KIDS. Stories from The Life and Times of Roger Dean Kiser http://www.rogerdeankiser.com

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Roger Dean Kiser

Title: FOR YOU ALICE
Posted: Sunday March 01,2003 03:34 PM

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Alice you were the greatest dog in the world I wish I never got that call that Sunday. When I arrived you were already gone but I know in my heart that you are in a better place, how could a creature so pure of heart as you not live on in a wonderful after life? We all cried that day and felt awful I hope the person who killed you and left you there to die that day feels just as bad. There were so many things left unsaid and I'm trying to express them as best I can right now. Girl you were like a human being, you did everything and were everything we ever could expect from a dog, plus much much more. Though you really didn't belong to me I guess I should admit that I loved you more than my own dog. Don't get me wrong he is amazing, but you just grew on me and we spent a lot of time together. But you spread so much joy, in a way you belonged to all of us. Remember the summers we all spent together, not just you and me but the whole family and thats just what we were, a family. The pain seems like it will never go away and what made it worse was when I heard the other dogs cry and whine when they saw you lying there. It was like someone shoved a knife in my back when I saw Cooper nudge and nip at you t play with him and you didn't get up. Its hard saying this because I'm trying to speak for all of us and its hard to make sure I sum up all our feelings for you. You have no idea how much we loved you, whatever you thought we loved you, take that and multiply it forever. People think it's dumb to cry over a dog but you were more than a dog you were a part of a family and all our lives. Alice, if you can hear me please I'm begging you not to ever forget us because we'll never forget you. I don't want to say goodbye so I won't, all I can say to you is please ask god to save a place up there with you for all of us in the end so we can be together forever. I'm glad you stayed up stairs with me the last nite we had together, and I'm even more glad that I said goodbye and gave you a kiss the next morning before I left the house. The house got really quiet the day you passed on, its like the life in all of us was taken away too, and I have no idea how we will continue on this difficult path of life without you. But I'll look at it like this, we were together on the path of life and you just wandered off and got lost. So please Alice just try to wait for us until we can find you once again, and if by some twist of fate we can't, never forget us Alice...

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A member of A deeply depressed family...

Title: MY BEAUTIFUL BOY
Posted: Sunday, August 03, 2003 12:02 PM

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For DIGGER (Indoc ARGUS- GSD) 02/03/1990 - 02/02/2002 I sit here stunned , this cant be true. Such pain like this, I never knew. In the hallway lies my only joy. Silent and cold. my beautiful boy. His last breath fell a gentle tide as I begged him not to leave my side He didn't hear me at all, Cos I know if he could, he'd find a way back to me, I know that he would. Please God, I beg you, look after my friend. Keep him close by your side 'til I find him again. o\\\\\\O/////o

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p.k.

Title: MY BEAUTIFUL BOY
Posted: Sunday, August 03, 2003 12:02 PM

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For DIGGER (Indoc ARGUS- GSD) 02/03/1990 - 02/02/2002 I sit here stunned , this cant be true. Such pain like this, I never knew. In the hallway lies my only joy. Silent and cold. my beautiful boy. His last breath fell a gentle tide as I begged him not to leave my side He didn't hear me at all, Cos I know if he could, he'd find a way back to me, I know that he would. Please God, I beg you, look after my friend. Keep him close by your side 'til I find him again. o\\\\\\O/////o

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p.k.

Title: MY LITTLE DOG ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD
Posted: Feb. 2, 2003 7:34 PM

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It was about 9 oclock on a summer night. My mom, my sister, and me were riding through town when i spotted a little dog on the road. I said "mom look! a little dog without a collar!" Usually she never stops when i see and animal on the road, but i guess something told her to stop. We were in the middle of town and on the highway. Mom pulled over at an old abandon restraunt near the little dog. The little dog had matted up fur and sticks in her hair. My mom went over to it but it stepped on to the road. A car was headed straigh for the little dog, so my mom ran out to the road and stopped the car. My mom picked up the little dog and brought her back to the car, she sat in the floor board and wag her tail all the way home. At first we called her Rosco because we didnt think of her gender. So after we found out it was a girl we decided on the name muffie. When we took her to the vet for shots ,We found out she was a kind of mixed Yorkshier terrior. We combed out her matted hair and gave her a bath we let her sleep in side that one night. Through the next couple of days we kept her inside when mom was away, we noticed she was house train and she also new how to "sit". she was the sweetest thing. And we our family has never been to good with keeping dogs, they have all ran away with other neighborhood dogs. My older brother teased me about how she wouldnt stay around either, but suprisingly she stayed around for a about 3 or 4 years. She went through many of our other dogs too. On day or night we were all going places my mom to a party, me to a friends party and then cbringing a friend back to stay at my house, and my sister, well she was staying witha babysitter. That night muffie stayed around the house like usual, but the next morning ( my friend was still asleep) so i went down staris and was talkin to my mom and dad. They seemed to be acting normal and then after we had talked awhile my mom said "i went to get the newspaper and i found muffie and she has passaway." I was speechless. We had no idea how, when , or why she was dead. Mom thinks the babysitter aciddently hit her last night when she was driving to get my sister something to eat. "Muffie usually gets under the car when we leave or come down the drive way but she always gets out of the way." I said to my mom. She said "well i dont know." So i went upstaris to wake my friend up and i was crying when she said "whats the matter with you?" I just said "Muffie past away last night and we dont know when or how!" She started crying too! i couldnt believe it! So we went to the store bout some flowers, a wooden headstone kinda thing, and some new paint brushes. My friend and I went homa and painted a Beautiful head stone for her grave. We planted the flowres, but stillhavent gotten around to puting up the headstone. I was so sad, after all the years of us playing in the yard, and running around. I also feel angry with my self for calling her stupid and taking my anger out on her and everyone always told her she smells bad and told her to go away. But im sorry and i really hopes she accepts my apolige. I miss her sooooo Much! NO dog can ever replace her.

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by: Jaime Harkins

Title: MY LITTLE DOG ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD
Posted: Feb. 2, 2003 7:34 PM

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It was about 9 oclock on a summer night. My mom, my sister, and me were riding through town when i spotted a little dog on the road. I said "mom look! a little dog without a collar!" Usually she never stops when i see and animal on the road, but i guess something told her to stop. We were in the middle of town and on the highway. Mom pulled over at an old abandon restraunt near the little dog. The little dog had matted up fur and sticks in her hair. My mom went over to it but it stepped on to the road. A car was headed straigh for the little dog, so my mom ran out to the road and stopped the car. My mom picked up the little dog and brought her back to the car, she sat in the floor board and wag her tail all the way home. At first we called her Rosco because we didnt think of her gender. So after we found out it was a girl we decided on the name muffie. When we took her to the vet for shots ,We found out she was a kind of mixed Yorkshier terrior. We combed out her matted hair and gave her a bath we let her sleep in side that one night. Through the next couple of days we kept her inside when mom was away, we noticed she was house train and she also new how to "sit". she was the sweetest thing. And we our family has never been to good with keeping dogs, they have all ran away with other neighborhood dogs. My older brother teased me about how she wouldnt stay around either, but suprisingly she stayed around for a about 3 or 4 years. She went through many of our other dogs too. On day or night we were all going places my mom to a party, me to a friends party and then cbringing a friend back to stay at my house, and my sister, well she was staying witha babysitter. That night muffie stayed around the house like usual, but the next morning ( my friend was still asleep) so i went down staris and was talkin to my mom and dad. They seemed to be acting normal and then after we had talked awhile my mom said "i went to get the newspaper and i found muffie and she has passaway." I was speechless. We had no idea how, when , or why she was dead. Mom thinks the babysitter aciddently hit her last night when she was driving to get my sister something to eat. "Muffie usually gets under the car when we leave or come down the drive way but she always gets out of the way." I said to my mom. She said "well i dont know." So i went upstaris to wake my friend up and i was crying when she said "whats the matter with you?" I just said "Muffie past away last night and we dont know when or how!" She started crying too! i couldnt believe it! So we went to the store bout some flowers, a wooden headstone kinda thing, and some new paint brushes. My friend and I went homa and painted a Beautiful head stone for her grave. We planted the flowres, but stillhavent gotten around to puting up the headstone. I was so sad, after all the years of us playing in the yard, and running around. I also feel angry with my self for calling her stupid and taking my anger out on her and everyone always told her she smells bad and told her to go away. But im sorry and i really hopes she accepts my apolige. I miss her sooooo Much! NO dog can ever replace her.

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by: Jaime Harkins

Title: MY LITTLE DOG ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD
Posted: Feb. 2, 2003 7:34 PM

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It was about 9 oclock on a summer night. My mom, my sister, and me were riding through town when i spotted a little dog on the road. I said "mom look! a little dog without a collar!" Usually she never stops when i see and animal on the road, but i guess something told her to stop. We were in the middle of town and on the highway. Mom pulled over at an old abandon restraunt near the little dog. The little dog had matted up fur and sticks in her hair. My mom went over to it but it stepped on to the road. A car was headed straigh for the little dog, so my mom ran out to the road and stopped the car. My mom picked up the little dog and brought her back to the car, she sat in the floor board and wag her tail all the way home. At first we called her Rosco because we didnt think of her gender. So after we found out it was a girl we decided on the name muffie. When we took her to the vet for shots ,We found out she was a kind of mixed Yorkshier terrior. We combed out her matted hair and gave her a bath we let her sleep in side that one night. Through the next couple of days we kept her inside when mom was away, we noticed she was house train and she also new how to "sit". she was the sweetest thing. And we our family has never been to good with keeping dogs, they have all ran away with other neighborhood dogs. My older brother teased me about how she wouldnt stay around either, but suprisingly she stayed around for a about 3 or 4 years. She went through many of our other dogs too. On day or night we were all going places my mom to a party, me to a friends party and then cbringing a friend back to stay at my house, and my sister, well she was staying witha babysitter. That night muffie stayed around the house like usual, but the next morning ( my friend was still asleep) so i went down staris and was talkin to my mom and dad. They seemed to be acting normal and then after we had talked awhile my mom said "i went to get the newspaper and i found muffie and she has passaway." I was speechless. We had no idea how, when , or why she was dead. Mom thinks the babysitter aciddently hit her last night when she was driving to get my sister something to eat. "Muffie usually gets under the car when we leave or come down the drive way but she always gets out of the way." I said to my mom. She said "well i dont know." So i went upstaris to wake my friend up and i was crying when she said "whats the matter with you?" I just said "Muffie past away last night and we dont know when or how!" She started crying too! i couldnt believe it! So we went to the store bout some flowers, a wooden headstone kinda thing, and some new paint brushes. My friend and I went homa and painted a Beautiful head stone for her grave. We planted the flowres, but stillhavent gotten around to puting up the headstone. I was so sad, after all the years of us playing in the yard, and running around. I also feel angry with my self for calling her stupid and taking my anger out on her and everyone always told her she smells bad and told her to go away. But im sorry and i really hopes she accepts my apolige. I miss her sooooo Much! NO dog can ever replace her.

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by: Jaime Harkins

Title: We Miss You "Pit Stop"
Posted: November 21, 2002 at 9:22am est.

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Our dog, "Pit Stop", died this morning at approximately 6am est. He was hit by a car. Randy rushed him to the vet'. The vet' tried everything in order to save our beloved Pit Stop but his injuries were too severe. (He had massive internal head trauma.) Pit Stop was a mix with his German Shepherd part showing the most. He was slightly over 5 years old. Please keep our family, Randy, myself (Bell) and our 3 children, in your thoughts and prayers during this very difficult time for us.

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Bell