Ickle

This is so sad I had a neighbour who let her 8year old golden labrador wander,(thought It was ok because it was in the counryside.) I put it back in the yard so many times but next day there he was again The road outside our house twists and turns and the boy racers love it, One evening a gent came to my door and ask if I had a large yellow coloured dog as he had just seem one of these boys cars knock him over and speed off.. Mericfully he was killed outright. I was so angry I could not talk to the woman so after my other half & I lifted the dog intoa wheel barrow. he returned the dog to its careless owner. A few months later they had a GSD puppy same scenario but luckily they moved before anything happened to her and she is still alive [b]Had they stayed who knows.[/b] Ickle

Lots of lovely babies[color=orange][size=6]. Whoopeeeeeee[/size][/color] I love them all Ickle

:angel: :angel: :angel: :angel: Well done you!!! that is a wonderful thing you have done Ickle

:smilecolros: great Ickle

What super pics everyone I still have not convinced my other half that I really do need a digital camera but I am working on it Ickle

So sorry Cassie may I wish all Canadian dogo members a belated [size=7][color=green][b]Happy Canada Day on the 1st July [/b][/color][/size] Ickle & the Frenchies

I am in complete agreement with you Bensam. why can people not just enjoy their dogs. Win or lose they are still the same much love family member they took to the show. [color=darkred][b]It not their fault if the judge cannot see whats in front of them[/b][/color] good luck to everyone who exhibits their dogs and remember whatever the outcome smile nicely Ickle ps It is not a sin to admire another persons dog.

It is disturbing But having been around the show scene for some considerable time I can tell you that there is more than a grain of truth to this poem, Just sit around the ring now & again and your eyes will be opened just by listening to the comments (be they nasty or nice) being passed on the dogs or their owners by their fellow exhibitors. [size=6]This is supposed to be fun and the day it stops being that way for me I will pack it in Ickle[/size]

Sent from the Internet (Details) KENNEL BLIND Though some folks think I am, I'm not; Though YOU perhaps show signs, But in us it's surely justified: Just LOOK at our dog's lines! They really can't be faulted, Which is more than some can say, And the pups WE'VE bred are perfect, And will beat the lot, someday. You certainly have reason To be SLIGHTLY kennel blind; Your dogs ARE bred from my dogs, And there ARE no faults in mine! But doesn't it just sicken you to hear that Mrs. Bing Has PUPPIES from her ghastly pair Due later in the Spring? You wonder that she had the NERVE To breed from "A" and "B;" He's crippled; and she's cowhocked; And they surely have HD. (You can see it in their movement,' No matter WHAT the vet's say. I wonder why folks waste their time And money on an x-ray?) Remember when her import Beat my dog? Well, I'm no prude, But I hear on good authority The judge that day was stewed! Reminds me of the dog from East That always wins at shows But only under judges That the owner really knows. And how about the dog from West That won the other day?! I hear the owner had THAT judge Around her place to stay! Exhibitors are a jealous lot I'm sure you will agree; They seldom have a good word For the winner...but not me! I never mind when beaten By a better dog than mine; But he's not been born--AND NEVER WILL-- AND I'M NOT KENNEL BLIND!!!!!! Author Unknown Comments please Ickle

[color=red][size=7][b]Happy 4Th of July to All our friends In the USA[/b][/size][/color] from Ickle & the frenchies

Sent from the Internet (Details) Three St. Bernard breeders were on their way home from a speciality show. As dog breeders often do, they spent much of the drive arguing about which was most important -- type or soundness. They took a shortcut through a mountain pass, got lost & became low on gas. They then skidded off the road and found themselves trapped in a ditch. A snowstorm moved in and next thing they knew, they were stranded in the van with just a little water, no food and no gasoline to provide heat. Night was closing in and the breeders feared they would freeze to death before the road was plowed and anyone found them. The breeder who advocated that type was most important said, "let's send my St. Bernard for help -- he is a true St. Bernard type." Bounding out of the van, the big-bodied, magnificently coated and headed dog began leaping through the drifts. He made it a quarter of a mile and then collapsed, in too much pain to go on from his dysplastic hips. Watching through the window the second breeder exclaimed, "AHA! See, soundness is most important -- my dog is OFA excellent. He'll bring us some help!" Letting her dog out of his crate, his strong powerful leaps through the snow were magnificent to see. Unfortunately he only made it half a mile before freezing to death because his coat was incorrect. The third breeder watched this smugly, for she knew her dog had both type and soundness. She released her dog, the BOB winner from the speciality. On his sturdy limbs and with his perfect coat, her dog was a lovely sight to behold as he powered through the snow tirelessly. Mile after mile until he finally spotted a forest ranger, and................... ....................................................... ....................................................... ....................................................... ........................................................ ......................................................... ......................................................... ........................................................ .......................................................... ........................................................ ........................................................ ........................................................... .................................................................. promptly attacked and ate him, for breeder number three had forgotten about breeding for temperament. Copied with permission from another list Author Unknown Ickle

[b]PUPPY PIE RECIPE [/b] Take one puppy, roll and play until lightly pampered, and then add the following ingredients: 1 cup of patience 1 cup of understanding 1 pinch of correction 1 pinch of hard work 2 cups of praise and 1 1/2 cups of fun! Blend well. Heat with the warmth of your heart until raised or until puppy has doubled in size. Mix with owner until consistency is such that owner and puppy are one. From French Bulldog Lovers (UK) Ickle

Well done you.that is great I wish you health & a long life to wear them (earrings)every day I love diamonds. Ickle

Could even be billions Mouse Well done Paul. Ickle

Hi Roo You are right of course. Denzil (my very best friend) of course he was & still is a very exceptional dog,[b] [/b] He did pick me to live with did he not ?:angel: [/b] Lilly is a bit younger than he was when he came to stay and he did have the benefit of our training club. Thank you for allowing me to have these two lovely frenchies in my family. Ickle :lol: :lol:

Marriage - a real love/ hate thing. Describes our relationship with men to a tee Ickle

Looks like my digital camera is on the back burner again as my washing machine has gave up the ghost yesterday so I need a new one [b]Now.[/b] Lilly has taken to walking on the lead like a duck to water, Could not believe it when I put a soft leash on her to drag around and when I helped to distangle her from a bush she just walk off with me attached to the lead. [b]No screaming or pulling to get free[/b]. Eating & sleeping well,loves her rides out in the car no travel sickness, [b][size=6]Can it really be this easy?[/size][/b] Roo says she will take regular pics of Boglin ( Nora) & Lilly for you all. Ickle

Hi all Lilly is doing fine and we are besotted with her. Her only vice so far is making sure we know when she is awake (not at night she sleeps right through)but during the day when we are doing other things that do not involve a naughty little frenchie.My other half spoils her terribly. She likes the car,does not mind wearing a collar (step one to lead traiing)eats well & likes to torment my brindle bitch (Hope) Denzil loves her so that is good, cause he is the number one dog here. Unfortunately I do not have the gear to send you pics so will have to rely on Roo for those until such times as I can persuade him-in-doors that I really need a digitable camera & scanner,(Keep your fingers crossed for me) Ickle

Hey Mum have you forgotten someone?? Lilly :cry:

So sorry K we do love her lots & lots & her uncle Denzil will be infatuated with her, Ickle

Visitors to our home are subjected to the the Denzil test. He runs and greets you and if you pass his inspection you are introduced to his Humpty [size=6]This is his seal of approval [/size] (Humpty is an old knitted toy which has been darned so many times that this is all that holds it together but he will not part with it & takes it every where he goes) You know you are welcome if he welcomes you like this & we know you are good dog people. I have only known him once refuse someone this privilige. Needless to say we did not sell the person a puppy. Ickle ps Denzil is a 4year Frenchie & he has done this since he was tiny

Sent from the Internet (Details) This might make you smile > Subject: Letters Dogs Write to God > > >Dear God, > >Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another? > >Where are their priorities? > > > >Dear God, > >When we get to heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it the same old story? > > > >Dear God, > >Why are cars named for the eagle, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, the rabbit, etc., but not ONE named for a dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We dogs love a nice ride! Would it be so hard to rename the 'Chrysler Eagle' the 'Chrysler Beagle'? > > > >Dear God, > >If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad dog? > > > >Dear God, > >If we come back as humans, is that good or bad? > > > >Dear God, > >More meatballs, less spaghetti, please. > > > >Dear God, > >When we get to the Pearly Gates, do we have to shake hands to get in? > > > >Dear God, > >Are there dogs on other planets or are we alone? I have been howling at the moon and stars for a long time, but all I ever hear back is the Schnauzer across the street. > > > >Dear God, > >Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize? > > > >Dear God, > >We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers, scent IDs, electromagnetic energy fields and Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand? > > > >Dear God, > >May I have my testicles back? > > > >Dear God, > >These are just some of the things I must remember (in order to keep my present living arrangements): > >- The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff. > >- I do not need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm lying under the coffee table. > >- I will not roll my toys behind the fridge, behind the sofa or under the bed. > >- I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house. > >- I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it or after they throw it up. > >- I will stop trying to find the few remaining pieces of clean carpet in the house when I am about to get sick. > >- I will not throw up in the car. > >- I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like the way they smell. > >- I will not munch on "leftovers" in the kitty litter box; although they are tasty, they are not food. > >- I will not eat any more Kleenex or napkins and then redeposit them in the back yard after processing. > >- I will not chew my humans' toothbrushes and not tell them. > >- I will not chew crayons or pens, especially not the red ones, or my people will think I am hemorrhaging. > >- When in the car, I will not insist on having the window rolled down when it's raining outside. > >- We do not have a doorbell. I will not bark each time I hear one on television. > >- I will not steal my Mom's underwear and dance all over the backyard with them. > >- The sofa is not a face towel; neither are Mom and Dad's laps. > >- My head does not belong in the refrigerator. > >- I will not bite the officer's hand when he reaches in for Mom's driver's license and registration. > >- I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet. > >- I will not roll around in the dirt right after getting a bath. > >- Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is not an acceptable way of saying 'hello.' > >- I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch when company is over. > >- The cat is not a squeaky toy; so when I play with him and he makes that noise, it's usually not a good thing. Ickle

[size=6][color=indigo]Many Happy Returns Rowie[/color][/size][size=3] I hope you have a wonderful day & get lots of super pressies[/size] Ickle :D :D :D :D

So cute Ickle

Get the tissues out [b][size=6]How Could You?[/size][/b] By Jim Willis, 2001 When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed, "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself --a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty Ickle :cry: :cry: :cry: