Puppies for Sale and Remembering My "Strays" and New Pictures!

Here's a CLEAR idea of how I freaked out when I woke up to find my baby's arms swollen up! (The IV came out and filled his arm up) It took 8 hours for it to go down!!! If you ever have to get an IV, always check for puffiness!!! This happened while we were asleep!


Here a pic I took of Matthew Medical File. This is ONLY from neurology.





Puppies for sale !! (My sister sent me this.)
Let me tell you this, then you can read the poem. lol
It reminds me of myself when I was a little girl. I loved animals (and still do!) Most of the pets I brought home were stray dogs and cats. Some were beautiful and some were so very pitiful looking. My mom even compares my ex-husband to me "pickin up another stray". lol It didn't matter if they had all four legs or no legs at all! I remember finding a bird nest that fell from a tree with baby birds. I dropper fed those birds until they died. lol I remember having a miniature collie. (another stray that came up) . We were walking down the road and a car ran over it. It was crying and not moving but he was alert and his eyes were open. I took him home and put him in a box beside my bed. I don't recall making him eat or giving him any medicine but I do remember praying for him A LOT. He layed around for about two days and I woke up one morning and he was walking around and had a full recovery .. It could have been prayer or maybe the fact that our preacher's wife was the one that ran over him. She did a lot of praying too!

When I was 10 years old I probably had 5 dogs,, all strays. We didn't have much money and mom was "sick" of all them strays messing up her yard and getting into the garbage..We didn't have a Humane Society so the "humane" thing to do back then was take them to another part of town and drop them off! Without me knowing anything about it, Mom took them all the way from Chickasaw Subdivision to downtown vickburg. I think she was heading for the City Pound but they were closed so she just booted them out.

I walked around for days wondering where the heck my pets were! I especially missed my GREAT BIG WHITE MUTT SnowBall. About the size of Saint Benard! When I brought him home, I told mom that the guy down the street said I could have him and he was a few weeks old. He also said that it was a poodle! I used to take hours to cut his hair.. He looked a scary site when I got through with him. I had to cut his hair because we had a cuckaburrow patch in a field across from our house... ANYWAY...
A few WEEKS later we decided to go to town. We got to Fred's Dollar store. As we are loading up the car, guess who should appear? I turned to get into the car and I saw him running toward me as fast as he could.. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was SnowBall!! I told mom that it was a miracle that we found him!! I'll never forget the surprise look on her face! She let him come back home with us but I can't recall what happened to him after that. He probably was ran over by an 18 wheeler because they did a lot of logging on our street and those truckers didn't stop for nobody, especially for a dog.

Except for one time. lol
I had a black chiuauauauau?? He was mixed with "something". I think this was my mom's dog because we took better care of him. I jumped off the porch and landed on this poor dog's leg and broke it right into! He was lucky because we had the money to take him to the vet. We brought him home and he had an white splint on his leg. It looked like a real human leg cast. It was longer than his other legs so he walked really funny. You know, up and down up and down.

To his "bad luck" he ran out to the mailbox for the last time. We called him and called him. I saw the logging truck coming. I just closed my eyes and yelled for mom!! It was too late. I heard the truck slam on his breaks AFTER he had ran over and killed our dog. He grinded gears and backed up about 500 feet. He got out and saw me standing there over the dog. He looked at the dog and said . "What the $#%^ is that on his leg??" I said, it's a cast. It's broke.
He said, Oh, okay. I was just wondering what the $%$%^ that was on his leg. And he left.
No sorry, no nuttin!!!
Anyway.. I could go on and on about dog and cat stories but I'll save them for later.
The next one will be called, The Bloody Bustop.. Involves a Catahoula Curr dog and a Log Truck. It's funny now, but it wasn't then!

HERES YOUR STORY FINALLY




A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups. And set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of little boy. "Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies." "Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, "These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money." The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket,> he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. "I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?" "Sure," said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle.

"Here, Dolly!" he called. Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight. As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up...."I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt.

The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would." With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands." With tears in his eyes, farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. Holding it arefully handed it to the little boy. "How much?" asked the little boy. "No charge," answered the farmer, "There's no charge for love."

The world is full of people who need someone who understands.