Ickle

Got it this time thanks Excellent Ickle Ho Ho Ho :santagrin: :x-mas: :BIG:

[b][color=red][size=7]Seasons Greetings To All at Dogomania From Ickle[/size][/color][/b]

Hey Roo I am just getting a blank page Ickle :santagrin: :santagrin:

Sent from the Internet (Details) Just received this ( See Below) from an e-mail friend and thought you would appreciate it!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;-) Best Wishes Be especially patient with your humans during this time. They may appear to be more stressed-out than usual and they will appreciate long comforting dog leans and wet kisses. Your humans may come home with large bags of things they call gifts. Do not assume that all the gifts are yours. Be tolerant if your humans put decorations on you. They seem to get some special kind of pleasure out of seeing how you look with fake antlers. The humans may bring a large tree into the house and set it up in a prominent place and cover it with lights and decorations. Bizarre as this may seem to you, it is an important ritual for your humans, so there are some things you need to know: - Don't pee on the tree. - Don't drink water from the container that holds the tree. - Mind your tail when you are near the tree. - If there are packages under the tree, even ones that smell interesting or that have your name on them, don't rip them open. - The ornaments hanging from the tree are not dog toys. - Don't chew on the cord that runs from the hole in the wall to the tree. Your humans may occasionally invite lots of strangers to come visit during this season. Be patient, even if unknowing strangers sit on your couch, and do not drink out of glasses that are left within your reach. Don't eat off the buffet table. A big man with a white beard and a red suit may emerge from your fireplace with a big sack in the middle of the night.He will eat your humans cookies and drink your humans booze, but- DON'T BITE HIM! Like this one a lot Ickle

Sent from the Internet (Details) The Gas Station ... The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn't been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. He had no decorations, no tree, no lights. It was just another day to him. He didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a reason to celebrate. There were no children in his life. His wife had gone. He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped through. Instead of throwing the man out, George, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the space heater and warm up. "Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger. "I see you're busy. I'll just go" "Not without something hot in your belly," George turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. "It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty. Stew. Made it myself. When you're done there's coffee and it's fresh." Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the driveway bell. "Excuse me be right back," George said. There, in the driveway, was an old 53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front. The driver was panicked. "Mister can you help me!" said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent. "My wife is with child and my car is broken." George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold; the car was dead. "You ain't going in this thing," George said, as he turned away. "But, mister. Please help ." The door of the office closed behind George as he went in. George went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside. He walked around the building and opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting. "Here, take my truck," he said. "She ain't the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good." George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night. George turned and walked back inside the office. "Glad I gave 'em the truck. Their tires were shot, too. That 'ol truck has brand new ..." George thought he was talking to the stranger. But, the man had gone. The thermos was on the desk, empty with a used coffee cup beside it. "Well, at least he got something in his belly," George thought. George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered the block hadn't cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator. "Well, shoot, I can fix this," he said to himself. So, he put a new one on. "Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through the winter either." He took the snow treads off of his wife's old Lincoln. They were like new and he wasn't going to drive the car. As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and, beside a police car, an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, "Help me." George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention. "Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. "Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin'," he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease. "Something for pain," George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his back. "These ought to work." He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills. "You hang in there. I'm going to get you an ambulance." The phone was dead. "Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your car." He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio. He went back in to find the policeman sitting up. "Thanks," said the officer. "You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still in the area." George sat down beside him. "I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain't gonna leave you." George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. "Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right through 'ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think, with time, you're gonna be right as rain." George got up and poured a cup of coffee. "How do you take it?" he asked. "None for me," said the officer. "Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain't got no donuts." The officer laughed and winced at the same time. The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun. "Give me all your cash! Do it, now!" the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before. "That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the officer. "Son, why are you doing this?" asked George. "You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt." The young man was confused. "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot you, too. Now, give me the cash!" The cop was reaching for his gun. "Put that thing away," George said to the cop. "We got one too many in here now." He turned his attention to the young man. "Son, it's Christmas Eve. If you need the money, well then, here. It ain't much but it's all I got. Now, put that pee shooter away." George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. "I'm not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son," he went on. "I've lost my job. My rent is due. My car got repossessed last week " George handed the gun to the cop. "Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes. But, we make it through the best we can." He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair, across from the cop. "Sometimes, we do stupid things." George handed the young man a cup of coffee. "Being stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Com in' in here with a gun ain't the answer. Now, sit there and get warm and we'll sort this thing out." The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. "Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I'm sorry officer." "Shut up and drink your coffee," the cop said. George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn. "Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops asked the wounded officer. "Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?" "GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?" the other cop asked as he approached the young man. Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran." George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other. "That guy work here?," the wounded cop continued. "Yep," George said. "Just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job." The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, "Why?" Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas boy ... and you, too, George, and thanks for everything." "Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some of your problems." George went into the back room and came out with a box. He pulled out a ring box. "Here you go. Something for the little woman. I don't think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day." The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. "I can't take this," said the young man. "It means something to you." "And now it means something to you," replied George. "I got my memories. That's all I need." George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car, and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. "Here's something for that little man of yours." The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier. "And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that, too," George said. "Now, git home to your family." The young man turned, with tears streaming down his face. "I'll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good." "Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George said. "See ya the day after." George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. "Where'd you come from? I thought you left?" "I have been here. I have always been here," said the stranger. "You say you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?" "Well, after my wife passed away I just couldn't see what all the bother was. Puttin' up a tree, and all, seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin' cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same by myself and besides I was getting a little chubby." The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder, "But, you do celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor. The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself. That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man." George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. "And how do you know all this?" asked the old man. "Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And, when your days are done, you will be with Martha again." The stranger moved toward the door. "If you will excuse me, George, I have to go, now. I have to go home, where there is a big celebration planned." George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room. "You see, George ... it's my birthday. Merry Christmas." George fell to his knees and replied, "Happy Birthday, Lord." Happy Christmas Ickle :santagrin:

Sent from the Internet (Details) The day before Christmas Its the day before Christmas and all through the house The puppies are squeaking an old rubber mouse. The wreath, which had merrily hung on the door Is scattered in pieces all over the floor. The stockings that hung in a neat little row Now boast a hole in each one of the toes. The tree was subjected to bright-eyed whims And now although splendid its missing some limbs. I catch them and hold them, "BE GOOD" I insist And they lick me, then run off to see what they've missed. And now as I watch them the thought comes to me that theirs is the spirit that Christmas should be. Should children and puppies yet show us the way And teach us the joy that should come with this day. Could they bring the message thats written above And tell us that most of all Christmas is love. Ickle

Dear DeafAussieLover so sorry it upset you so much .It was never intended too Sorry about your teacher that was very sad and I feel for your loss Ickle

Sorry Kendalyn will do it now Ickle

[b]Sent from the Internet (Details) [b]Big Tissue Warning[/b] WHEN TOMORROW STARTS WITHOUT ME Author Unknown When tomorrow starts without me, And I'm not there to see; The sun will rise and find your eyes All filled with tears for me. I wish so much you wouldn't cry The way you did today, Remembering how I'd lay my head In your lap that special way. I know how much you love me, As much as I love you, And each time that you think of me, I know you'll miss me too. But when tomorrow starts without me. Please try to understand, That an angel came and called my name And petted me with her hand. She said my place was ready, In Heaven far above, And that I'd have to leave behind All those I dearly love. But, as I turned to heel away, A tear fell from my eye, For all my life I never thought That I would have to die. I had so much to live for, So many sits and downs to do, It seemed almost impossible, That I was leaving you. I thought about our lives together, I know you must be sad, I thought of all the love we shared, And all the fun we had. Remember how I'd nudge your hand, And poke you with my nose? The frisbee I would gladly chase, The bad guy, I'd "bark and hold". If I could relive yesterday, Just even for awhile, I'd wag my tail and kiss you, Just so I could see you smile. But, then I fully realized, That this could never be; For emptiness and memories Will take the place of me. And when I thought of treats and toys, I might miss come tomorrow, I thought of you and when I did, My dog-heart filled with sorrow. But then I walked through Heaven's gate, And felt so much at home; As God looked down and smiled at me, >From His beautiful golden throne. He said, "This is eternity, And now we welcome you, Today your life on earth is past, But here it starts anew. I promise no tomorrow, But today will always last; For you see, each days's the same day, There's no longing for the past. Now you have been so faithful, So trusting, loyal and true; Though there were times you did things, You knew you shouldn't do. But good dogs are forgiven, And now at last you're free; So won't you sit here by my side, And wait right here with me?" So when tomorrow starts without me, Don't think we're far apart. For every time you think of me, I'm right there, in your heart. So very true Ickle[/b]

[b] from the international sheltie group Sent from the Internet (Details) Welcome. I am Laddie Braveheart, Second Year Resident of the Rainbow Bridge. This is your introduction to the Rainbow Bridge. I have been a resident here for a little over a year and am now a member of the Welcome and Orientation Committee, Shetland Sheepdg and Scottish Breed Division. I have the extreme honor of escorting you to the Scottish Ancrestral Sectionof the Rainbow Bridge where those of our kind wait. You have already received your Silver Harness, and it looks so good on you. Now, let us begin our journey. As you see there are fields of sheep and cows for the herding dogs, and over there are the lakes, marshes and fields for the hounds and sporting dogs to play. And here are Beau and Sam, the Goldens I lived with -- we visit often, after all we have loved and are waiting for the same Humons. {See ya later, me mates) Oh, look! The agility games are going on. This is one of the newer areas at the Bridge and they have just finished the Rally-O field--this time with the directions for each station written in Dog. All the areas at The Bridge are for all the animals here and we have a lot of fun together. I have even seen some of the cats at the swimming ponds. See that area over there? Where the sun shines bright and warm all the time, and there is a gentle mist for a few hours each day? That is where all the reptiles and amphibians are. They all have nice tree limbs and warm rocks to lounge on. But let's continue onwards. Oh, check out those hedges and trees - that is where the bunnies and the mice, rats, gerbils and ferrets are. I like to come down and watch them play they just have so much fun -the flurry of activity and squeaking for joy when one of their Humes is coming is a treasure. Now watch your step, this is the Large Animal area. Occasionally all the horses, mules, donkeys, even the cows and goats get a little carried away with the Herd Running Game and can give a smaller critter like us quite a surprise as they break the hill at full gallop. Even the pigs and chickens take part. Here, the hills get a little steeper and woods a little thicker. It is so much fun to run full speed, up and down the hills dodging the trees. Here you will see the 'exotic' animals. The tigers and lions and bears and wolves, all the animals thought of as wild but have hearts shared with humans. They, too will cross the Rainbow Bridge with their special person. But our journey carries us still further. You feel the air getting crisper? And look, your coat is fuller and your Silver Harness shines brighter. We are getting close. Now, step carefully we are crossing the Crystal Bridge. Here, the weather is always clear, the snow just the right depth and the tracks are, perfect. Since we have arrived during the afternoon, I can show you some of the activities we have. The Scottish Breeds have many interests and enjoy many different games. I know you are used to having your Humon hook your harness to the car or the lead but your Silver Harness has magic and will hitch to what ever you want. Over here are the sheep right next to the croft which has to be guarded and over there is on the far side of the isle, are the fields of joy, where you can run and play with your friends and share a ball or just laze away the sunny afternoon. And yes, there are a lot of other breeds up here all doing what they do best, even though the Humes arnt there to see you, we all gather around to watch you and enjoy your times as though they were ours. The Sammies are over there herding reindeer, and there are open streams for the Inuits and Greenlands to fish for salmon. The Shelties came up with a great idea that has now become a tradition with all the breeds. Each year during the National Breed Specialty there is a Rainbow Bridge Specialty Show. All the dogs who had show careers and those who just wanted to be a show dog go into the show ring and go around one more time. The Shelties have gotten permission to have visitors from Heaven during that time. Humes who have no dog with them are allowed to come visit and watch the show. Judges and Stewards come and take part. And the old breeders come to see how the breeds are developing and visit with their great-great grandpuppies. All the dogs participating the first time get their Silver Rosette. You see, every dog here is perfect. If you look around you see not only are there warm straw beds to rest on, but houses with soft sofas and fireplaces to just lounge on and swap stories. Many of the residents wait here for the night. That is the time all of the Scottish Breed dogs assemble. Each night a shelties team is formed and they run and play and herd the sheep and the cattle. They can be seen from earth as the Southern Lights and now we are getting members from the Northern, Eastern and Western Hemispheres, and they also run and play sometimes as far as the North Pole of earth, to give them lights too. Each March is a special run. That is when the Iditarod is run on earth and all the dogs who have raced and played and worked together, team up for a special display. Many of them are cheering on their Humes who are racing. Many of them have family members in the fields. It seems the Collies and the Borders work their hardest to make the most spectacular light display. Well, I think you are pretty well acquainted with the Rainbow Bridge both North and South, East and West. There are just a couple of other things you should know. You are able to see your Humes when you miss them most. They may have gotten a new puppy. That is good. It means they have started to heal from the loss they felt when you left. But remember, a part of your heart remained with them to replace the part of their heart they gave to you. Now, occasionally, your Human may be particularly sad and missing you. You are able to send your love to them any time. They will feel your love. It may be as a shadow in the corner of their sight, or the soft sound of your voice, or a gentle breeze caressing their cheek. And it will bring them comfort. And there is one special night, Christmas Eve. All the animals waiting for a special person gather together and send their gift of love to that person. That night we are able to see into that person's home and if the person looks, there is a star shining particularly bright. Just for them from us. Oh, I see the sun is setting and you are looking at all the dogs gathering together. Go, and run, play, run and jump, . It is your night. Godspeed. Ickle[/b]

[b]My turn for a little brag about the pups there were three of the litter in the line-up in the puppy class Lilt ,rosie & Boglin (I still call her Nora). Lily was 1st ,Rosie 3rd & Boglin 4th lily went on to Best puppy in breed and finally Group 4 in the best puppy in show line-up A very proud day for us and mummy Roo & family who supported us through the day staying right to the end of the show. Ps my other half handled Lily for the first time ( will I ever live it down) our deepest thanks to Roo & Patrick for allowing us to have Lily. 2nd in the class was a little pied bitch by my champion dog Denzil (who was also bred by Roo & Patrick) Good breeding will out and so the first four were all in the family Well done Roo & Patrick Ickle[/b]

Sent from the Internet (Details) First Time at a Dog Show First time at a dog show, I'll tell you quite plain I'll never, no never, go near one again. The Breeder said "Show him" when I bought my dog, I showed him alright, the whole place was agog. They gave me a number, they gave me a pin But I couldn't bear to stick the thing in, So I rushed to the shop and bought some clear glue Then I stuck the card onto his back in the loo. We arrived at the ringside to find we were first In the Puppy Class (this part is the worst). We marched in together as fast as we were able Arrived at the judge who said "Up on the table". This really surprised me, my skirt was quite tight, And I just couldn't make it, try hard as I might. The Judge looked quite worried, he said "Listen here, Put your dog on the table, not you, my dear". By now I was trembling, I felt such a fool But I said to myself..."Play it cool, play it cool". "How old?" said the Judge, I heard it quite clear Well really, I thought, and said "Thirty next year". The Steward, poor fellow, threw a kind of fit. He spluttered, he coughed, and his eyes ran a bit. "I'd have that cough seen to" I said to him when He'd finally stopped...then he started again. "Once round the ring, dear, as fast as you can" Said the Judge, so I did, I just ran and ran, But when I arrived (out of breath, I'll admit) The Judge said "Your dog, dear" I felt like a twit. Off round once again, I kept my head bent. Oh the shame, my pup crouched, he just went and went. A lady came running with bucket and spade With manure so spicy, has she got it made. We came back to the Judge who said with a frown "Stand your dog". I said "Please sir, he's not lying down". "You can take First Place stand" he said. I said "Ta". What a job I had getting that stand into the car! :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: Ickle

It is good to share such a delightful poem |Ickle

Sent from the Internet (Details) Thought you Might Like This Sheltielover Sheltie Poem Ashen Black or Reddish Gold Silver Blue in colours bold With Snowy White on paws and chest All Shelties wear their Sunday Best Tripping down the city street On tiny ballet dancer's feet, And praised by all who chance to see All Shelties know they're Royalty At the park, a bouncing joy And happy 'Woofs' just slightly coy But never more than what should be All Shelties love their Dignity And when the moon zooms great and round Our loyal companion snuggles down And guards the sleep of those he loves All Shelties come from God above Ickle

I am confused as well Roo This is very strange Ickle

[b]Pleased to hear Cory is in a permanent happy home now Kat. My prayers are with him and the kind people who rehomed him and also the family who have taken him to their hearts Bless you all Ickle[/b]

Makes my blood boil and I am with you Courtnek Ickle

Hi Amber i have not got a clue . She is just Lily with a mind of her own. Must be the breeding!! What do ypu think Roo?

All I can say folks is I am so very proud of the way she took it all in her stride. Not a nerve in her body and enjoying every minute Ickle :D :D :D :D

Me too I am there all four days stewarding Ickle

I know I have not contributed to woofit much Julia but please do not close it as I like many others do enjoy read the posts Ickle ps. will try & do better

In a message dated 14/10/2003 07:57:30 GMT Daylight Time, ROOZRICK writes: > Dear Dog: > > When I say to move, it means go someplace else, not switch positions with > each other so there are still two dogs in the way. > > The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other > dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the > > middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food > > and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest. > > The stairway was not designed by Nascar and is not a racetrack. Beating me > to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help, because I fall > faster than you can run. > > I cannot buy anything bigger than a king size bed. I am very sorry about > this. Do not think I will continue to sleep on the couch to ensure your > comfort. Look at videos of dogs sleeping, they can actually curl up in a > ball. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out > > to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out > > and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space used is > nothing but doggy sarcasm. > > My compact discs are not miniature Frisbees. > > For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some > miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not > necessary to claw, whine, try to turn the knob, or get your paw under the > edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I > entered. In addition, I have been using bathrooms for years, canine > attendance is not mandatory. > > The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dogs butt. I cannot > stress this enough. It would be such a simple change for you. > > > Signed, > > Master-wannabe > > Passed on by Ickle

Hi Pouty Pitbull Just a suggestion but why do you not try to contact the French Bulldog Club of America I am sure they could put you in touch with reputable breeders who will help you to make the right decision/ There is also frenchie group called frogdoggers on [url]www.frogdoggers@yahoogroups.com[/url] they could help as well. Hope this is of some help Ickle (frenchie owner in the UK)

[b]As I understand it the people over here who breed these special dogs are closely connected with the Guide Dog for the Blind Charity & are well monitored to ensure that they are for breeding good temperament & correct allergy free coat. I pray this is being done properly and that the money grabbing puppy farmers do not get in on this programme[/b] Ickle

[b]It seemed like a good idea at the time I saw two of them and as you say BK they were lovely dogs which were bred for a specific purpose.[/b] Ickle