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Name: The Pommie Pack
Country: United States
State: New Jersey
Interests: all of us love car rides, napping, gnawing chewies, watching TV, showing off, annoying our feline "siblings" Tommy, Angel and Ziggy, digging holes, playing in the yard, barking at everything ... and especially ... being the center of attention!...our other individual interests vary, including: giving people tongue baths, cuddling with the humans, begging for belly rubs, hit-and-run kisses, stealing things, shredding papers and tissues, camping, hiking, beachcombing, wading, going to obedience classes and playing Rally-O
Expertise: giving and receiving love, being cute, guarding mommy, making noise, finding dropped crumbs, snuggling, getting in trouble, making people laugh ... and in general ... being spoiled Princes and Princesses
Occupation: Retired - some of us were empl
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
4/24/2003
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| This would be funny if it wasn't so true: Hello: You have reached 123-4567, Tender Hearts Rescue. Due to the
high volume of calls we have been receiving, please listen closely to
the following options and choose the one that best describes you or
your situation:
Press 1 if you have a 10-year-old dog and your 15-year-old son has
suddenly become allergic and you need to find the dog a new home
right away.
Press 2 if you are moving today and need to immediately place your
150 pound, 8-year-old dog.
Press 3 if you have three dogs, had a baby and want to get rid of
your dogs because you are the! only person in the world to have a
baby and dogs at the same time.
Press 4 if you just got a brand new puppy and your old dog is having
problems adjusting so you want to get rid of the old one right away.
Press 5 if your little puppy has grown up and is no longer small and
cute and you want to trade it in for a new model.
Press 6 if you want an unpaid volunteer to come to your home TODAY
and pick up the dog you no longer want.
Press 7 if you have been feeding and caring for a "stray" for the
last three years, are moving and suddenly determine it's not your
dog.
Press 8 if your dog is sick and needs a vet but you need the money
for your vacation.
Press 9 if you are elderly and want to adopt a cute puppy who is not
active and is going to outlive you.
Press 10 if your relative has died and you don't want to care for
their elderly dog because it doesn't fit your lifestyle.
Press 14 if you are calling at 6 a.m. to make sure you wake me up
before I have to go to work so you can drop a dog off on your way
to work.
Press 15 to leave us an anonymous garbled message, letting us know
you have left a dog in our yard in the middle of January, which is
in fact, better than just leaving the dog with no message.
Press 16 if you are going to get angry because we are not going to
take your dog that you have had for fifteen years, because it is
not our responsibility.
Press 17 if you are going to threaten to take your ten year old dog
to be euthanized because I won't take it.
Press 18 if you're going to get angry because the volunteers had the
audacity to go on vacation and leave the dogs in care of a trusted
volunteer who is not authorized to take your personal pet.
Press 19 if you want one of our PERFECTLY trained, housebroken, kid
and cat friendly purebred dogs that we have an abundance of.
Press 20 if you want us to take your dog that has a slight
aggression problem, i.e. has only bitten a few people and killed your
neighbor's cats.
Press 21 if you have already called once and been told we don't take
personal surrenders but thought you would get a different person this
time with a different answer.
Press 22 if you want us to use space that would go to a stray to
board your personal dog while you are on vacation, free of charge,
of course.
Press 23 if it is Christmas Eve or Easter morning and you want me to
deliver an eight week old puppy to your house by 6:30 am before
your kids wake up.
Press 24 if you have bought your children a duckling, chick or baby
bunny for Easter and it is now Christmas and no longer cute.
Press 25 if you want us to take your female dog who has already had
ten litters, but we can't spay her because she is pregnant again and
it is against your religion.
Press 26 if you're lying to make one of our younger volunteers feel
bad and take your personal pet off your hands.
Press 27 if your cat is biting and not using the litter box because
it is declawed, but are not willing to accept the responsibility
that the cat's behavior is altered because of your nice furniture.
Press 28 if your two year old male dog is marking all over your house
but you just haven't gotten around to having him neutered.
Press 29 if you previously had an outdoor only dog and are calling
because she is suddenly pregnant.
Press 30 if you have done "everything" to housebreak your dog and
have had no success but you don't want to crate the dog because it
is cruel.
Press 31 if you didn't listen to the message asking for an evening
phone number and you left your work number when all volunteers are
also working and you are angry because no one called you back.
Press 32 if you need a puppy immediately and cannot wait because
today is your daughter's birthday and you forgot when she was born.
Press 33 if your dog's coat doesn't match your new furniture and you
need a different color or breed.
Press 34 if your new love doesn't like your dog and you are too
stupid to get rid of the new friend (who will dump you in the next
month anyway) instead of the dog.
Press 35 if you went through all these 'options' and didn't hear
enough. This press will connect you to the sounds of tears being
shed by one of our volunteers who is holding a discarded old dog
while the vet mercifully frees him from the grief of missing his
family.
~Author Unknown
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Our foster 'sister', Sandy, has some serious medical issues. Mommy is spending lots of time taking care of her and trying to keep her alive and get her well. This has also cost our mommy and daddy a lot of money that the rescue group mommy volunteers for is not able to pay back because they have financial trouble now too. So Mommy has started a fund to try and raise money for Sandy's vet bills. It is for a limited time, and there are only a few more days to go, and we are far from our goal. Won't you please click on the photo and read Sandy's story, and consider making a donation to help with her vet care? 
Thank you very very much. - Missy Pearl and the rest of the Pommie Pack | | |
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Hi! -- Pearl here, I get to speak for the Pack today... Here in NJ we are having what the humans call the first heat wave of the year. That means that we are having a bunch of days in a row that are so hot nobody wants to go outside. Mommy is complaining that she has so much to do, including mowing our lawn (it's about up to my eye level in a few places back there!) but she can't work outside in this weather or she will have trouble breathing. It's scary when she gets that way and has to suck on thatinhaler thing and sit in the chair panting with her face all red. So it's a good thing she isn't trying, and we don't need the lawn much right now either. When we go out to potty during the day, we just stick to the shady parts around the edges. Later on, when the sun is down we can check out all the smells in the grass to see if anything is new out there that we should know about. But mommy thought it would be a good time for us to get back to blogging too. A lot of changes have happened here. For almost two years now, we have been a foster home for rescued Poms (and a few not-Poms) I think there were eight so far that have gotten permanent homes. Rocky had to come back once, when his first adoption didn't work out, but then he got adopted again. And then he came back two weeks ago and we all got worried for him, but he was just here for a week's vacation. His new mommy and daddy said it was like he was going to camp. Well, they obviously never went to the camp we used to go to!! There are a lot more nice places to sleep here, and a lot less biting bugs!! If you read our profile you would see that there are four of us now, and that Dolly isn't here anymore. She went to the Rainbow Bridge this winter, and we were all very sad. I thought Mommy would never stop crying, and I was pretty sad too for a long time. After all, Dolly was my real mommy (my dog mommy, not my human mommy) and we have been together pretty much my whole life. But last winter mommy and daddy adopted Rudy, and then in the summer Miss Peanut. And not too long after Dolly went to The Bridge, Jayarr came to live with us. He is a handsome guy... as a matter of fact, he looks a lot like me, only more boy-ish. He can be bossy and we get in arguments now and then, I think he wants to be the boss. So we pretty much let him think he is, as long as he remembers that Mommy and Daddy are the real bosses, and I am second-in-charge! I still have to give him a piece of my mind now and then, because you can't be letting these boys get too cocky, you know! We also have three fosters living with us. There is China Boy, who has been here a year. He has a lot of problems with walking and stuff, and hes got no teeth (but he still tried to bite us when he's mad, silly boy!) He also had those twitchy 'seizure' thingies that I had a couple of times, only he had them a lot... so now he takes medicine every day and doesn't have them anymore. Just like Rudy, he was in really bad shape when he first came here, all skinny and nearly hairless, and weak. But he is doing really good now, he looks like a little fluffy orange teddy bear with his tongue hanging out all the time. Little brat gets special treatment at meals too -- he gets to eat all by himself in the bathroom so we can't get to his food. That's no fair! We all wish he would find a Forever Home, but it is taking a while for mommy to find someone who wants to adopt a 'special needs senior', whatever that's supposed to mean.... after all, we are all special in our own way, aren't we? Why should humans discriminate against the ones that are old or not quite totally healthy? They do it to their own kind, too, I guess, but it is especially sad when it happens to us. Because for us, it mostly means we end up getting thrown away and sent to the Rainbow Bridge before we are ready, in some cold, noisy scary 'animal shelter' ... I wonder why they call them that, anyway, isn't a shelter supposed to be a good thing? Well, at least some are lucky, like China Boy, Rudy, and mommy's other fosters -- they get a chance to get out of there and find a Forever Home that will really keep them forever. We have two other fosters living with us now, Boogie and big Sandy (who is not a Pom and has some really serious heath stuff going on) but we will tell their stories later. I was supposed to be talking about the heat wave and our 'spring cleanup'. But one other thing about the fosters -- we had a really sad day this week. For just over two weeks, we had a temporary foster staying with us. Her name was Esther, and she was a really quiet, friendly little red Pom, but she was pretty sick. She was supposed to be going for more testing at the vets and also to move to another foster home soon, but on Wednesday nite she got sicker and by Thursday afternoon she didn't even really want to stand up or do anything. Mommy took her up to the vet, and came back with the crate empty. She and Daddy were very sad, because little Esther had to go to the Rainbow Bridge and wasn't coming back here or going to her new foster home. Well, at least she won't have to be sick anymore and she will have Dolly there already to boss her around and take care of her. Dolly was just like that. One minute she was bossing you around, and the next, she was taking care of you. I guess that makes her a little bit like Mommy too. Well, anyway, it is hot. And mommy is cleaning us all up. This has been going on for a few days. She did some sanitary trims the other nite, and some more brushouts and trims today. For those of you who aren't long haired dogs, a sanitary trim is kind of like what the humans call a Brazilian Bikini Wax. Only thank goodness, it ain'd done with hot wax on us! Mommy uses the clippers to trim up the hair on any of the parts that get wet or icky when we potty. And especially in the spring, she also makes us a 'cooling panel' -- she trims the hair really really short on our bellies up to our ribs. When it gets hot, we just put that bare belly down on a cool spot on the floor or in the grass, and mmmm, nice and cool. Or we sleep on our backs and let the air blow across it. The humans think it is really funny when we do that -- but they should try sleeping in a fur coat in this weather! I know what is coming next, it's gonna be bath time. Thats not too bad, I really like water. As a matter of fact, I was just in my water bowl a little while ago, splashing water all over my belly and front legs. I did it in the outside water bowl this time rather than the one in the kitchen. I think that makes Mommy happier. So far I have escaped the brushout. But I know it's coming. It always comes before and after the bath. And everyone else is getting one, too. Peanut also got a trim, a scissor trim, like the showdogs get. I admit, she looks pretty darned spiffy. I can't stand still for that kind of trim. I wonder if I am going to get shaved down in a summer haircut this year. That probably will happen, it usually does. Peanut doesn't mind the heat, so that is probably why she got the scissor trim. I can't imagine Mommy taking her to a dog show. Show dogs need to go to classes and stuff forst to learn how to walk right. But, who knows what Mommy has in mind? | | |
| This site is being updated! Along with the new name there will be a lot of changes, because a lot of changes have happened since the last entry. so.... 
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| A Time of Remembrance and Gratitude Saturday is Veteran's Day in the USA, and it is a time when we honour all the servicepersons who have fought in the Armed Forces for our country over the years. But very few people even give a thought to the many, many, valiant and loyal canines who have also served. For instance - did you know that military dogs are listed as 'equipment' rather than 'personnel', so when a war ends, the government is not required to bring them back home, and instead, they are left, as any discarded 'equipment'?? After the Vietnam War, many GIs who had been Canine Handlers in various capacity tried in vain to have their faithful four legged comrades shipped back to the states, but in almost all cases, it just could not be done. The following is a lovely poem somebody wrote about War Dogs and their quiet contributions through history:
DON'T FORGET TO THINK OF ME
by Kathy Pippig Harris
When you honor the red, white, and blue
When you celebrate our nation's liberty
Think of the one who's been beside you
in spirit, in heart, in body...
No being could be as loyal as me, for I am
your best friend, your partner... your family.
When our nation was young
I was the runner, carrying messages
in a war that would leave us undone
where brother fought beside brother.
And, alone in the face of terror
I moved through enemy lines,
as families fought one another,
my mission foremost in my mind.
I was the one waiting for you even though
I sensed you would not be coming home
I languished on our wooden porch
growing thinner, until the war was over
and my days on earth were done.
I was in the trenches, fields, and meadows
accompanying you into foreign lands.
With you in the jungles and swamps
and at your heels on hot, dusty roads
or on blistering, desert sands.
I have been first in the line of fire
first to enter a field laden with mines
putting myself in your stead.
I went unflinching, leading,
to wherever, doing whatever you said.
With you I've jumped from the belly of a plane
dropping into places neither of us had ever seen.
All for the greater glory and good. All for humanity.
When a bullet took your life I laid by your side
my chin on your chest, despair in my eyes.
Content to have remained with you,
until a man in our unit lifted me up,
carrying me back to the war... as he cried.
When we had parted, when you'd gone home
and when on foreign soil I was left all alone
through no fault of your own I was forsaken.
The government advised you that your friend
and helper; the soldier who'd been by your side,
would not be accompanying you home...
To our home, our country, I could not be taken.
And so it was that we were abandoned
after you tearfully told us we could not follow
the men with whom we had served.
Confusion set in as we watched you depart;
being left behind, we had not deserved.
You left us dispirited, empty, and hollow
for we had given to you all of our all.
Like ghosts were we, missing our souls,
for you had taken with you... our hearts.
I have been injured for you.
And I have died for you.
In your absence I have wasted away
from the loss of you.
I'm the scruffy, thin dog sitting quietly
next to the veteran in his wheelchair.
On the hill, the band plays a song
and the man softly cries, while
fireworks light up the night's air.
Gently I place my paw on his knee
lay my muzzle on his withered leg.
He looks at the small flag he is clutching
then he turns his attention to me.
His eyes are filled with thoughts and tears
but his smile is as warm as the sun.
"Thank you for reminding me," says he,
"what's been sacrificed for the freedom we've won."
In the now, we cannot know
who will be needing who.
But what you may not know is
that when you'll be needing me
I'll be needing and looking for you.
We've been a team, you and me
through the many years
that have shaped this land,
and God has blessed us mightily.
So, every now and then, thank me --
with a look, kind words, and the
touch of a gentle hand...
When you think of liberty
and count the reasons you are free
Don't forget to think of me!
-- Kathy Pippig Harris
-- Dolly and Pearl
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