WATCH Â THAT DOGGY DOOR!!
Could you imagine coming  home from work to find this  tiny creature napping on your couch with your  dog? It followed this beagle  home, right through the doggy  door.  This happened in recently in Goderich  On.  The owner came home to find this visitor  had made himself right at home;  it hit the 6 o’clock news big  time:
Send  this to all your
Animal  lovers and
Give  them a big smile.
THIS IS A TERRIFIC STORY, BUT YOU MUST READ IT, DON’T JUST LOOK AT THE PICTURES!!!!!
Puppy Size
This is one of the neatest stories you will ever hear. You will know precisely what this little girl is talking about at the end (you’ll want to share this one with your loved ones and special friends)!
‘Danielle keeps repeating it over and over again. We’ve been back to this animal shelter at least five times. It has been weeks now since we started all of this,’ the mother told the volunteer.
‘What is it she keeps asking for?’ the volunteer asked.
‘Puppy size!’ replied the mother
‘Well, we have plenty of puppies, if that’s what she’s looking for.’
‘I know….. we have seen most of them, ‘ the mom said in frustration…
Just then Danielle came walking into the office
‘Well, did you find one?’ asked her mom.
‘No, not this time,’ Danielle said with sadness in her voice. ‘Can we come back on the weekend?’
The two women looked at each other, shook their heads and laughed
‘You never know when we will get more dogs. Unfortunately, there’s always a supply,’ the volunteer said.
Danielle took her mother by the hand and headed to the door. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll find one this weekend,’ shesaid.
Over the next few days both Mom and Dad had long conversations with her. They both felt she was being too particular.
‘It’s this weekend orwe’re not looking any more,’ Dad finally said in frustration.
‘We don’t want to hear anything more about puppy size, either,’ Mom added.
Sure enough, they were the first ones in the shelter on Saturday morning . By now Danielle knew her way around, so she ran right for the section housing the smaller dogs.
Tired of the routine, mom sat in the small waiting room at the end of the first row of cages. There was an observation window so you could see the animals during times when visitors weren’t permitted.
Danielle walked slowly from cage to cage, kneeling periodically to take a closer look. One by one the dogs were brought out and she held each one.
One by one she said, ‘Sorry, but you’re not the one.’
It was the last cage on this last day in search of the perfect pup. The volunteer opened the cage door and the child carefully picked up the dog and held it closely. This time she took a little longer.
‘Mom, that’s it! I found the right puppy! He’s the one! I know it!’ She screamed with joy. ‘It’s the puppy size!’
‘But it’s the same size as all the other puppies you held over the last few weeks,’ Mom said.
‘No not size… The sighs. When I held him in my arms, he sighed,’ she said.
‘Don’t you remember? When I asked you one day what love is, you told me love depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you love, the bigger the sigh!’
The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mom didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.. As she stooped down to hug the child, she did a little of both.
‘Mom, every time you hold me, I sigh. When you and Daddy come home from work and hug each other, you both sigh.. I knew I would find the right puppy if it sighed when I held it in my arms,’ she said. Then, holding the puppy up close to her face, she said, ‘Mom, he loves me. I heard the sighs of his heart!’
Close your eyes for a moment and think about the love that
makes you sigh. I not only find it in the arms of my loved ones, but in the caress of a sunset, the kiss of the moonlight and the gentle brush of cool air on a hot day. They are the sighs of our World. Take the time to stop and listen; you will be surprised at what you hear. ‘Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the momentswhich take our breath away.’
I hope your life is filled with Sighs!!!
And all the while I was reading this, I was thinking it was “his eyes” Â that she was looking for! ~ Marty
Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends! Life is too short and friends are too few.
Life is too short to wake up with regrets. Â Love the people who treat you right and forget about the ones who don’t.
When  an old man died in the geriatric ward of a  nursing home in North Platte , Nebraska , it was  believed that he had nothing left of any  value.
Later, when the nurses were going  through his meager possessions, they found this  poem. Its quality and content so impressed the  staff that copies were made and distributed to  every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her  copy to Missouri .
The  old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since  appeared in the Christmas edition of the News  Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental  Health. A slide presentation has also been made  based on his simple, but eloquent,  poem.
And this little old man, with  nothing left to give to the world, is now the  author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across  the Internet.
Crabby  Old Man
What  do you see nurses? . . . .. . What do you  see?
What are you thinking . . . . . when  you’re looking at me?
A crabby old man . . . Â . . not very wise,
Uncertain of habit . . . . Â . with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his  food . . . . . and makes no reply.
When you  say in a loud voice . . . . . ‘I do wish you’d  try!’
Who seems not to notice . . . . . the  things that you do.
And forever is losing . . Â . . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or  not . . . . . lets you do as you will,
With  bathing and feeding . . . . . The long day to  fill?
Is that what you’re thinking? . . . . . Â Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes,  nurse . . . . . you’re not looking at  me.
I’ll tell you who I am. . . . . . As  I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, Â . . . . . as I eat at your will.
I’m a small  child of Ten . . . . . with a father and  mother,
Brothers and sisters . . . . . who  love one another.
A young boy of Sixteen  . . . . with wings on his feet.
Dreaming that  soon now . . . . . a lover he’ll meet.
A  groom soon at Twenty . . . . . my heart gives a  leap.
Remembering, the vows . . . . . that I Â promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . Â . . . I have young of my own.
Who need me to  guide . . . . . And a secure happy home.
A  man of Thirty . . . . . My young now grown  fast,
Bound to each other . . . . . With ties  that should last.
At Forty, my young sons  . . . . . have grown and are gone,
But my  woman’s beside me . . . . . to see I don’t  mourn.
At Fifty, once more, babies play  ’round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . Â . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are  upon me . . . . . my wife is now dead.
I look  at the future . . . . . shudder with  dread.
For my young are all rearing . . . . . Â young of their own.
And I think of the years  . . . . . and the love that I’ve  known.
I’m now an old man . . . . . and  nature is cruel.
Tis jest to make old age . . Â . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles  . . . . . grace and vigor, depart.
There is  now a stone . . . . where I once had a  heart.
But inside this old carcass . . . Â . . a young guy still dwells,
And now and  again . . . . . my battered heart swells.
I  remember the joys . . . . . I remember the  pain.
And I’m loving and living . . . . . Â life over again.
I think of the years, Â all too few . . . . . gone too fast.
And  accept the stark fact . . . . that nothing can  last.
So open your eyes, people . . . . . Â open and see.
Not a crabby old man . . . Look  closer . . . see ME!!
Remember  this poem when you next meet  an  older person who you might brush  aside  without  looking at the young soul within.
We  will all, one day, be there, too!
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The best and  most beautiful things of  this  world can’t be seen or touched.
They  must be felt by the heart.
Continue reading about Being OLD! Inspirational Poem and Story
WIFE FROM HELL
A police officer pulls over a speeding car. The officer says,’ I clocked you at 80 miles per hour, sir.’
The driver says, ‘Gee, officer, I had it on cruise control at 60; perhaps your radar gun needs calibrating. ‘
Not looking up from her knitting the wife says: ‘Now don’t be silly, dear — you know that this car doesn’t have cruise control.‘
As the officer writes out the ticket, the driver looks over at his wife and growls,
‘Can’t you please keep your mouth shut for once !! ? ‘
The wife smiles demurely and says, ‘Well dear you should be thankful your radar detector went off when it did or your speed would have been higher.‘
As the officer makes out the second ticket for the illegal radar detector unit, the man glowers at his wife and says through clenched teeth,
‘Woman, can’t you keep your mouth shut?‘
The officer frowns and says, ‘And I notice that you’re not wearing your seat belt, sir.
That’s an automatic $75 fine.‘
The driver says, ‘Yeah, well, you see, officer, I had it on, but I took it off when you pulled me over so that I could get my license out of my back pocket. ‘
The wife says, ‘Now, dear, you know very well that you didn’t have your seat belt on. You never wear your seat belt when you’re driving.‘
And as the police officer is writing out the third ticket , the driver turns to his wife and barks,   ‘WHY DON’T YOU PLEASE SHUT UP??‘
The officer looks over at the woman and asks, ‘Does your husband always talk to you this way, Ma’am?‘
(I love this part)
‘Only when he’s been drinking..!!‘
Waimea Bay shore-break surfing pioneer, husband, and father of two, Clark Little has gained nationwide recognition for his photography on National Television.
It all started in 2007 when Clark ‘s wife wanted a nice piece of art to decorate a wall.
Voluntarily, Clark grabbed a camera, jumped in the water, and starting snapping away capturing the beauty and power of monstrous Hawaiian waves from the inside out.
” Clark ‘s view” is a unique view of the ocean that most will only
be able to experience safely on land while studying one of Clark ‘s photos.
Now with a camera upgrade and an itch to get that better shot, Clark has taken this on full time and has moved his office from land, to the inside of a barrel.
Since the recent stir of Clark ‘s work, his images have been run
on the Today Show, ABC World News Now, Nature’s Best Photography, Paris Match(France), La Vie ( France ), Hana Hou (Hawaiian Airlines) magazine, Surfer magazine,Surfer’s Journal
as well as multiple publishers and newspapers in the U.S. and overseas.
These incredible images of waves in the Hawaiian Islands were taken by Clark Little, the number one photographer of surf.
Sand in surf
Clark Little/SWNS
This shot captures sand from the ocean’s floor being swept up by a monstrous wave and resembles a sandstorm.
Little calls it the Sandmonster.
There were clouds of sand ten feet high and I’m standing there.
I’m holding on to my camera and my trigger as long as I can.
Then I have to jump into the cloud of sand to try to get out of danger’s way.
