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    Thumbs up Celebrate Good Times!

    We all find ourselves at one time or the other wondering if we will ever smile again, much less laugh. Our spirits are so low we can’t see the sunshine for the shadows. Our family here at K9C is the best in the world for offering a caring shoulder to lean on and ear to hear. But something has been missing.

    We need a place to celebrate. A place to share the positive and funny stories in our lives, the human interest story we heard that gave us hope, or the joke that made us laugh ‘til tears flowed. A place where we can come read something that is uplifting and healing.

    That place is here – this thread is ours to use to help each other in ways and at times we may never know about simply because someone in pain read a joke that caused them to really, truly laugh for the first time in a long time or read a story that restored their faith in mankind. It is the hope that this thread will hold immense potential for healing.
    "May you know that absence is full of tender presence and that nothing is ever lost or forgotten." John O'Donahue, "Eternal Echoes"

    Death is not a changing of worlds as most imagine, as much as the walls of this world infinitely expanding.

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    We definitely need this thread Leslie. Thank you! Reading and living through so much constant pain and sorrow is wearing on the soul. I would love to click on here and read stories of triumph and good times, at least occasionally.
    Kathy and Angel Buddy. The mightiest of all lizard hunters!

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    Great idea Leslie Well here is a little story I ran across today while doing a Drug prevention program at the local Boys and Girls Club.

    We will title it: Another Dog rescues a Human today.

    This older retired Navy Guy was there and works with Greyhound rescue. He had 2 retired Greyhound racers with him, and by the way, anybody that knows me, knows I cannot resist going over and meeting dogs

    So he and his wife proceed to introduce me to Lucy and Brandy, 2 just beautiful greyhounds. Then he explains that back in the day, he would bet on Lucy at the track and was quite lucky to win a lot of money. Well when the time came to retire Lucy, he inquired about buying her as he fell in love with this dog, he was pointed to the AZ Greyhound rescue and next thing you know, he not only adopted Lucy but Brandy too.

    He was quite impressed with the organization leaning more about the fate of many racing Greyhounds and now volunteers at the rescue. He takes his little girls to many events to show the public how loving and good natured they are. and... he no longer gambles on the dogs and helps to spread the word about the cruel conditions these dogs are kept in.

    We talked about rescue and the whole time both Lucy and Brandy wouldn't leave my side enjoying all the attention I could give them LOL, and as we parted, his wife gave me a big hug :-) All in all a wonderful day that put a smile on my face and in my heart.

    Another human rescued by a loving Greyhound.
    John (Roxee & Rozee's Dad)

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    What a lovely idea Leslie. There are definitely days when we could do with reading about good times, and what a lovely story to start the ball rolling John.

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    John, that is a fabulous, uplifting story!

    Leslie, great idea!!
    hugs,
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    "May you know that absence is full of tender presence and that nothing is ever lost or forgotten." John O'Donahue, "Eternal Echoes"

    Death is not a changing of worlds as most imagine, as much as the walls of this world infinitely expanding.

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    Love it!!! My nephew did something similar for once the ceremony was done. Best fun ever!
    sharlene and molly muffin
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    I was reading a friends blog this morning, who is France, and she had posted these pictures of a vet sign.

    Totally cracked me up! Now that is a vet with humor!

    http://whattimeisoclock.blogspot.ca/...se-of-fun.html
    Sharlene and the late great diva - Molly muffin (always missed and never forgotten)

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    I saw a vet sign on FB that said -

    "I don't have a snooze button. My alarm has paws!"
    "May you know that absence is full of tender presence and that nothing is ever lost or forgotten." John O'Donahue, "Eternal Echoes"

    Death is not a changing of worlds as most imagine, as much as the walls of this world infinitely expanding.

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    It was a few years ago. I was trying to lose some weight so I was staying away from carbs. That’s when I met my husband, Don. On our first date, he booked the next two. He liked me. I liked him. Things were looking real good.

    He picked me up in a vintage Cobra, Mustang and his pathetic attempt to win me over with a car totally worked. I’m not shallow, but since I spent most of my twenties picking men up because I didn’t want my hair to frizz in their non-air conditioned jalopies on 3 wheels and a 15 year old spare, I welcomed his fancy sports car with open arms.

    We arrived at the restaurant and Don was ordering food I hadn’t allowed myself to eat in years. I didn’t want to be “that girl” so I ate, drank, and oh, was I merry. Later we shopped a bit. Don surprised me by buying an expensive pair of shoes that he caught me eyeing. Was this love?

    That’s when it happened. Gas strikes in two different ways - uncontrollable toots or sharp, shooting pains that feel a lot like dying. I thought I was dying. Not to make a scene, I told Don I suddenly wasn’t feeling well and probably needed to head home.

    On the way home in his Cobra, he tried to hold my hand and ask me lots of questions, but I wasn’t having any of it. The pain was so bad it felt like I was being stabbed with a bunch of tiny forks. Then I realized ...

    My God, help me. I have a horrendous fart on deck. I’m in trouble. Big trouble.

    The more I held it in, the more pain would shoot through my stomach and down my legs. I was even having to raise myself off the seat, gripping on to my door and the dashboard.

    “Seriously, you need to hurry - I’m in a lot of pain.” I managed to say through gritted teeth.

    “Wow, it’s that bad? What’s wrong? Do I need to take you to a hospital?”

    How do you tell a man you just started dating that the reason you’re writhing in pain is because you have to fart?

    Well, you can either tell him, or like me, let the fart speak for itself.

    People, hear me. There was nothing I could do. As impressive as I am with sphincter control, this was out of my hands. Slowly, it eeked out. The more I tried to stop it, the more it forced its way through the door. However, to my pleasant surprise, there was no sound. I sat silently, sweat accumulating above my upper lip. Ok, maybe I got away with it. I’m home free.

    Then it hit me. Not an idea, a cloud. A horrific, fart cloud. Not in a, “am I smelling something?” sort of way. More like a “is someone dead and rotting in your trunk and am I in hell?” sort of way.

    Suddenly, I panicked. “Roll down the windows!” I screamed (yes, I literally screamed it like I was in a horror movie).

    “What? Why?” Don asked, starting to freak out because I was freaking out.

    “I can’t roll down the windows, unlock it! UNLOCK IT!”

    “What’s going on?” Don yells back to me, “Why are you ...” then it hit him. I could see it in his eyes. Was it surprise? Horror? Water started to accumulate at the base of his eyelids, “Oh my God, I CAN TASTE IT!” he screamed.

    “Roll down the windows!” As I screamed, the toots started to flood out uncontrollably. I scratched and clawed at the window like I was being kidnapped. Don, unable to see either by fart cloud or panic, kept turning on the windshield wipers instead of unlocking the window.

    It was chaos. We were acting like we were under siege by gun fire. We were under siege alright, just not by gun fire.

    Finally he was able to hit the right control and he rolled down our windows. We both gulped in fresh air. I was horrified, yet happy to be alive, then remembered I just farted on the man of my dreams, then sorta wished I was dead.

    We sat silently for the rest of the way home. Although the shooting pains had subsided, I now desperately needed to use the bathroom, in an urgent, explosive kind of way.

    He pulled up to my apartment and before he could come to a stop I had already jumped out, “Ok, thanks for dinner, sorry about the fart, love the shoes!” and ran in to my apartment like I was running from the cops.

    I burst through my door and ran straight for the bathroom, where I was finally able to unleash and make noises that no one should ever, EVER, hear coming from another person.

    Then I heard it. Don’s voice. Right. Outside. My. Bathroom. Door.

    “Leslie? You left your shoes in my car and your front door was open. Where do you want me to put them?”

    “Get away from the door!” I scream like Regan from The Exorcist.

    “Ok, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

    *toot* *toot* *splatter* *ungodly noise*

    “I’m fine, Don - just leave the shoes there. I’ll call you later okay?”

    “Okay, are you sure you’re ...”

    “I’m fine! Get away from the door!”

    This man! I mean, I love him, but take a freakin’ hint!

    Finally, I heard the front door shut, and the Cobra engine zoom away. I thought that was the last I’d hear from him. I didn’t think it was possible to ever see a man again after he screams he can taste your fart after only knowing you for 48 hours.

    But, to my surprise, I did. He no longer orders my meals for me, though.
    "May you know that absence is full of tender presence and that nothing is ever lost or forgotten." John O'Donahue, "Eternal Echoes"

    Death is not a changing of worlds as most imagine, as much as the walls of this world infinitely expanding.

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