Like a Puppy

In spite of the wickedness in the world, there are still good people out there, we need to meet and greet them….so, greet them like a puppy!’

You don’t have lick people’s faces, but do show that you’re happy to see them. Puppies remember everyone and are always thrilled to see people. When puppies greet us they are genuinely excited, and that makes us feel good about ourselves.

First impressions really do count, especially the first few seconds. When you meet friends, workmates, or new people, turn up the enthusiasm meter, make eye contact and smile.

Why do we love puppies, because puppies love people.

Tit 3:15 “……………………….Greet them that love us in the faith. Grace be with you all. Amen.”

1 Pet 5:14 “Greet ye one another with a kiss of charity. Peace be with you all that are in Christ Jesus. Amen.”


Protecting the Homestead


The year was 1924. With supper finished, Grandpa gathered up table scraps and went outside to feed Shep. He called and whistled several times but the Collie didn’t come running. Worry set in immediately; Shep never failed to be waiting at the back step for tasty morsels.

‘Have any of you kids seen Shep? He’s always here for dinner scraps,’ Grandpa hollered through the screen door. He’d not been seen since noon by any of the six children or by Grandma.

Grandpa headed towards the barn hoping Shep had not tangled with the nasty Holstein bull. He was a wicked fella, but was registered and sired outstanding offspring for the family dairy farm. Grandpa took to carrying a 45 automatic when being in close contact with the critter – he wasn’t just mean, he was evil.

Just as Grandpa neared the cellar he heard a faint whimper from within. In the dark, damp cellar he found Shep resting. He didn’t raise his head nor wag his tail; he offered a weak moan, sighed, and closed his eyes. He’d been bitten by a venomous snake; his right front leg was badly swollen and fiery red.

Quickly a fresh pan of water, a few bites of food, and blankets were carried down the cellar steps. A soft bed was made and Shep was gently placed upon it. He refused food or drink. Grandpa spoke to him affectionately, stroked his beautiful head, and wiped at a lone tear before leaving his beloved Collie for the night. From the day he’d brought the tiny pup home there had been a special bond between the two.

Grandpa checked on Shep faithfully and tried to encourage food and drink. Shep would not touch food and the level in his water pan never changed. Therefore, after 24 hours, Grandpa gently opened his mouth and dribbled water from his fingertips to moisten his tongue. The procedure was repeated numerous times daily as well as wrapping the effected leg with cool, wet rags to hopefully control the swelling. Coal oil was applied to the actual bite area using a chicken feather, for even the slightest touch caused extreme pain.

On the fifth day Shep lapped at warm oatmeal Grandma had prepared, and took his first drink of water. His now-dull but loving eyes bore into Grandpa’s as if to say, ‘I’m doing my best to hang on . . . don’t give up on me.’

The family came running when they heard Grandpa’s whoops of excitement – for on the tenth day he found Shep waiting for dinner scraps. He’d made his way up and out of the cellar! The kids, who had been ordered not to enter the cellar during his illness, all but smothered the dog with hugs and kisses.

On the mend, he returned to his normal evening ritual; lazing next to Grandpa’s chair, his head resting atop Grandpa’s foot. And, bedtime found him sleeping on a pallet in the grandparent’s bedroom. With tender care, the young Collie gradually made a complete recovery.

Shep was a valued asset on the dairy farm and his herding instincts were flawless. He grew to be a strong, brilliant canine that was devoted to the entire family. As six children roamed the countryside hunting, fishing, or exploring, Grandma and Grandpa never worried when Shep was at their side.

Come spring, Shep supervised most all crops being planted. Harley, one of the teenage sons, began sowing kaffir corn one cool, crisp morning just after sunrise. It was an arduous task handling a team of four workhorses and a single row planter. The Collie only wandered occasionally searching hedge rows for rabbits in need of a good chase.

By late morning, the temperature had risen considerably. Harley stopped the team by the bags of seed for another load. He tossed his jacket atop one bag and sat down for a brief rest under a nearby tree. Shep rested his head on Harley’s leg and nudged his hand for an ear rub. They both dozed briefly until awakened by a clanging dinner bell – the noon meal was ready.

Harley approached his jacket; Shep clamped down on his arm, and pulled him the opposite direction. Having never witnessed such behavior, Harley knew it was not an attempt to play. He stepped forward slowly; Shep placed himself between Harley and the jacket.

‘Ok, boy. You’re telling me something is wrong with my jacket. I understand now.’

Shep whined as Harley gently lifted one edge of the jacket upward. He heard it before he saw it . . . beneath his jacket lay a coiled up rattlesnake, its tail quivering and tongue flicking to taste the air!

Harley backed away cautiously, as did Shep. ‘Good boy, good boy, Shep!’ They raced to the farm house, collapsed in the shade of a cottonwood tree, and had a lively wrestling match to celebrate Shep’s vigilance.

On the south Kansas plains, long before it was customary for dogs to be considered a family member, Shep held that very distinction. It was his from the moment Grandpa held the tiny pup in one hand and gazed into his enchanting eyes. In return, Shep became a staunch protector of Grandpa’s family and protector of the homestead.

The Ugly Cat

*  No matter how many times I read this, it always inspires me. As you may know I’ve posted a version of this read on OF THE STORY before. If you missed it, here it is; if you remember it, may it inspire you once more. God loves you guys. Go out and share that love; it will always come back to you. –Moraldiplomat

Ugly Cat

‘Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love.

The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner.

His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.

Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. ‘That’s one ugly cat!!’

All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, and squirted him when he tried to come into their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.

Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around your feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running, meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with my neighbors’ dogs. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end. Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front.

As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear – Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.

At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed stray tomcat could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly.

Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total affection to those I cared for.’

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be like Ugly.

Author Unknown

*Thanks anonymous

Wisdom of Dogs


The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue
Author Unknown

Don’t accept your dog’s admiration as conclusive evidence that you are wonderful
Ann Landers

If there are no dogs in heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went
Will Rogers

There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face
Ben Williams

A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself
Josh Billings

The average dog is a nicer person than the average person
Andy Rooney

We give dogs time we can spare, space we can spare and love we can spare. In return, dogs give us their all. It’s the best deal man has ever made
M. Acklam

If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few people do
James Thurber

Ever consider what our dogs must think of us? I mean, here we come back from a grocery store with the most amazing haul – chicken, pork, half a cow. They must think we’re the greatest hunters on earth!
Anne Tyler

If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you; that is the principal difference between a dog and a man
Mark Twain

Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole
Roger Caras



One saint called San Francisco (in Spanish) was walking in the meadows with some kids. It was a wonderful, clear day, with all the flowers blooming, and a nice smell on the air. But gradually the kids started to smell something rotten. It might be a dead animal.

As they walked, the smell became stronger and they found out it was a dead dog by the side of the path. One of the kids said, “It’s all rotted.” Another kid said, “The intestines are all out.” Still another kid added, “There are ants coming out of the hollows of his eye.”

Then, San Francisco added, “It had nice white teeth.”

The moral is that sometimes we focus on the bad things, when everything seems to be bad. But always, bad things have something good. Our days ALWAYS have the teeth of the dog; something nice to wake up for that we must try to find during our day.

Look for your “teeth of the dog” today!

Credit:  Paula of Argentina



THE CAT YEARS (you’re gonna laugh, well, you might laugh…LOL)

the cat years

Not sure why I like this not having any children of my own. Suppose it’s because when I first read this, the comparison of animals with children (of once we all were at one time-some of us still are; like me) really got me interested. When you read it, it will become obvious. It’s Friday! As you know, I tend to post a weird or funny post up for Friday. Hope all reading have a great weekend….hope I do too! “…ofthestory.”


I just realized that while children are dogs – loyal and affectionate – teen-agers are cats. No no…you got to hear me out! 🙂 It’s so easy to be a dog owner. You feed it, train it, boss it around. It puts its head on your knee and gazes at you as if you were a Rembrandt painting. It bounds indoors with enthusiasm when you call it.

Then, around age 13, your adoring little puppy turns into a big old cat. When you tell it to come inside, it looks amazed, as if wondering who died and made you emperor. Instead of dogging your foot-steps, it disappears. You won’t see it again until it gets hungry-then it pauses on its sprint through the kitchen long enough to turn its nose up at whatever you’re serving.

When you reach out to ruffle its head, in that old affectionate gesture, it twists away from you, then gives you a blank stare, as if trying to remember where it has seen you before.

You, not realizing that the dog is now a cat, think something must be desperately wrong with it. It seems so antisocial, so distant, sort of depressed. It won’t go on family outings.

Since you’re the one who raised it, taught it to fetch and stay and sit on command, you assume that you did something wrong. Flooded with guilt and fear, you redouble your efforts to make your pet behave.

Only now you’re dealing with a cat, so everything that worked before now produces the opposite of the desired result. Call it, and it runs away. Tell it to sit, and it jumps on the counter. The more you go toward it, wringing your hands, the more it moves away.

Instead of continuing to act like a dog owner, you can learn to behave like a cat owner. Put a dish of food near the door, and let it come to you. But remember that a cat needs your help and your affection too. Sit still, and it will come, seeking that warm, comforting lap it has not entirely forgotten. Be there to open the door for it.

One day, your grown-up child will walk into the kitchen, give you a big kiss and say, “You’ve been on your feet all day. Let me get those dishes for you.” Then you’ll realize your cat is a dog again.

Titanic Trivia Part 3


Dogs On the Titanic

Did you miss part 1 and 2? Link here below and get caught up!

On April 15, 1912, the legendary, ill-fated ship RMS Titanic sank. It remains, to this day, the most famous disaster in maritime history. There were approximately 2,223 passengers aboard the ship, of which 1,502 perished. (Some sources site the figures at 2,228, with 1,503 dying.)

Besides humans, a dozen dogs were aboard the ship on its luckless maiden voyage. Just three survived.

How were three dogs saved in lifeboats when there wasn’t enough room for all the human passengers? The three dogs that survived the Titanic disaster were all extremely small. The dogs were so small, it is probable that no one even noticed them when they were carried aboard the lifeboats. Two of the dogs were Pomeranians, the third was a Pekingese.

One little Pomeranian was named “Lady” and was bought by Titanic passenger Miss Margaret Hayes in Paris. “Lady” shared a cabin with Miss Hayes and was wrapped in a blanket and carried onto a lifeboat by her when the order was given to evacuate.

The fabulously wealthy family the Rothschilds owned the other Pomeranian that survived. The Pekingese was named “Sun Yat-Sen” and was brought on board by the John Harper & family (of the New York publishing firm Harpers & Row.)- only first class passengers had dogs aboard.

One family even received an insurance payment in the amount of $300 (about $7000 today) for their two dogs that didn’t survive the sinking of the ship. Wealthy passenger William Carter was traveling with his wife, Lucille, and two children. Their daughter Lucy’s King Charles Spaniel was insured for $100 and their son Billy’s Airdale for $200.

The children begged to take the dogs when evacuating, but Carter insisted they were too big and assured his distraught children that their dogs would be fine in the ship’s kennel… LIES!!! When the dogs perished, the insurance company made good on both claims.

As for the other dogs aboard, those whose names are known include world-famous millionaire John Jacob Astor’s Airdale, “Kitty”. A woman named Helen Bishop brought a Fox Terrier named “Dog”. (How original.) Passenger Robert Daniel brought “Gamin De Pycombe”, his French Bulldog. There were several other dogs aboard whose names are not known.

Although a few of canine passengers shared a cabin with their owners, a majority were kept in the ship’s kennel and were cared for by the Titanic’s crew members.

One particularly sad story involved a Great Dane owned by 50-year-old Elizabeth Isham. Miss Isham visited her dog at the ship’s kennel daily. When she was evacuating, she asked to take the dog with her. When she was told the dog was too large, she refused to leave the ship without him and got out of her lifeboat. Several days later, the body of an elderly woman clutching a large dog was spotted by the recovery ship Mackay Bennet, and dinghies were dispatched to round up the bodies of the woman and the animal. Eyewitness accounts and the ship’s log confirm the sighting and recovery. The body of the woman recovered is assumed to be that of Miss Isham, though this was not verified by any other means than noting the type of dog and putting the story of her refusal to leave the ship together with the fact that they found a woman’s body with the dead dog.

Bonus Fact:

Famed millionaire Benjamin Guggenheim often traveled on voyages with the Titanic’s Captain Edward John Smith. He knew Captain Smith and his family well. Right before the Titanic launched, Guggenheim presented Captain Smith with a large Russian Wolfhound, a gift for Smith’s daughter. In honor of Guggenheim, Captain Smith named the dog “Ben” and presented it to his daughter. Luckily for “Ben”, he was given to the young girl the day before sailing and did not travel on the Titanic.