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I love you, I love you, I love you almighty, I wish my pyjamas were next to your nightie. Don't be misled, I mean on the clothes line, not in the bed! OR We stood kissing on the bridge and I was all aquiver, then suddenly my leg fell off and floated down the river. If my name you wish to know, count the kisses down below. -
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I know this an old film but a beautiful one (1941) if you love old films, which I do. You will need a big box of tissues! Edna Gladney lost her son when he was very young. By chance she discovered the injustice within the law towards children whose parents are unknown, and decided to open an orphanage for these children, despite the stigma. She fought against the unfair laws that discriminated against children born out of wedlock. -
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"Just a little warning regarding the Xmas treat many stores are now starting to stock for dogs at Xmas. Many of these so called treats end up with the dog "enjoying" some time in a veterinary surgery over Christmas. The vast majority of these rawhide products and treats come from China. The chews are made from cattle or horse hides and their journey starts with the hides being soaked in a toxic sodium sulphide to remove the hair and fat. More chemicals are used in order to split the hide into layers which is then washed with hydrogen peroxide to give the white "pure" look and remove the rancid smell. Now comes the pretty festive colours and the glue to form cute shapes. On testing, these chews have shown traces of arsenic, mercury, chromium and formaldehyde. If that wasn't bad enough, they regularly cause intestinal blockages, poisoning from chemical residue and choking. The chews go slippery when wet and are near impossible to get hold of to save a choking dog. Leave them in the shop where they belong or if some well meaning person buys them for your dog put them safely away for later, then dispatch in the bin!!" Always check where made, if China or Any Far Eastern take great care. Only buy from manufactures you know and from respected Pet Stores, and check ingredients, if shown. If not shown then do not buy. -
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Seen on my local Forum, good advice "Just a little warning regarding the Xmas treat many stores are now starting to stock for dogs at Xmas. Many of these so called treats end up with the dog "enjoying" some time in a veterinary surgery over Christmas. The vast majority of these rawhide products and treats come from China. The chews are made from cattle or horse hides and their journey starts with the hides being soaked in a toxic sodium sulphide to remove the hair and fat. More chemicals are used in order to split the hide into layers which is then washed with hydrogen peroxide to give the white "pure" look and remove the rancid smell. Now comes the pretty festive colours and the glue to form cute shapes. On testing, these chews have shown traces of arsenic, mercury, chromium and formaldehyde. If that wasn't bad enough, they regularly cause intestinal blockages, poisoning from chemical residue and choking. The chews go slippery when wet and are near impossible to get hold of to save a choking dog. Leave them in the shop where they belong or if some well meaning person buys them for your dog put them safely away for later, then dispatch in the bin!!" Always check where made, if China or Any Far Eastern take great care. Only buy from manufactures you know and from respected Pet Stores, and check ingreadients, if shown. If not shown then do not buy. Please be safe with your dogs!!! -
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A Dog Named Beau by James Stewart (from Jimmy Stewart and His Poems) Crown Publishers, 1989 He never came to me when I would call Unless I had a tennis ball, Or he felt like it, But mostly he didn’t come at all. When he was young He never learned to heel Or sit or stay, He did things his way. Discipline was not his bag But when you were with him things sure didn’t drag. He’d dig up a rosebush just to spite me, And when I’d grab him, he’d turn and bite me. He bit lots of folks from day to day, The delivery boy was his favorite prey. The gas man wouldn’t read our meter, He said we owned a real man-eater. He set the house on fire But the story’s long to tell. Suffice to say that he survived And the house survived as well. On the evening walks, and Gloria took him, He was always first out the door. The old one and I brought up the rear Because our bones were sore. He would charge up the street with Mom hanging on, What a beautiful pair they were! And if it was still light and the tourists were out, They created a bit of a stir. But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks And with a frown on his face look around. It was just to make sure that the old one was there And would follow him where he was bound. We are early-to-bedders at our house– I guess I’m the first to retire. And as I’d leave the room he’d look at me And get up from his place by the fire. He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs, And I’d give him one for a while. He would push it under the bed with his nose And I’d fish it out with a smile. And before very long He’d tire of the ball And be asleep in his corner In no time at all. And there were nights when I’d feel him Climb upon our bed And lie between us, And I’d pat his head. And there were nights when I’d feel his stare And I’d wake up and he’d be sitting there And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair. And sometimes I’d feel him sigh And I think I know the reason why. He would wake up at night And he would have this fear Of the dark, of life, of lots of things, And he’d be glad to have me near. And Now he’s dead. And there are nights when I think I feel him Climb upon our bed and lie between us, And I pat his head. And there are nights when I think I feel that stare And I reach out my hand to stoke his hair, But he’s not there. Oh, how I wish that wasn’t so, I’ll always love a dog named Beau. By James Stewart
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