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To: Jack Colton who wrote (84)10/7/1999 9:05:00 AM
From: William Brotherson
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Good Morning Everyone,

Alright,, you two!!! Most excellent stories that brought back some very good memories!! I have gone up with a Bronco pilot back in Vietnam, stunts exactly as discribed just not at those speeds, stomach actually went queasy again thinking about it....Love it!!!!!!!!

Todays story is for you dog lovers again, enjoy!!


Todays Story:


OF DOGS AND ANGELS

During my years in animal welfare work - I served as
the president of the American Society for the Prevention of
Cruelty to Animals - I have heard wonderful stories about
the power of the human-animal bond. One of my favorites is
about a girl and her very special dog.
When the girl was born, her parents were stationed with
the U.S. Army overseas. The tiny baby spiked a fever of 106
degrees and when they couldn't help her at the military
base, the baby and her family were flown home to the United
States where she could receive the proper medical care.
The alarming fever kept recurring, but the baby
survived. When the episode was over, the child was left
with 13 different seizure causes, including epilepsy. She
had what was called Multiple Seizure Syndrome and had
several seizures every day. Sometimes she stopped
breathing.
As a result, the little girl could never be left alone.
She grew to be a teenager and if her mother had to go out,
her father or brothers had to accompany her everywhere,
including to the bathroom, which was awkward for everyone
involved. But the risk of leaving her alone was too great
and so, for lack of a better solution, things went on in
this way for years.
The girl and her family lived near a town where there
was a penitentiary for women. One of the programs there was
a dog-training program. The inmates were taught how to
train dogs to 1) foster a sense of competence and 2) as a
job skill for the time when they left the prison. Although
most of the women had serious criminal backgrounds, many
made excellent dog trainers and often trained service dogs
for the handicapped while serving their time.
The girl's mother read about this program and contacted
the penitentiary to see if there was anything they could do
for her daughter. They had no idea how to train a dog to
help a person in the girl's condition, but her family
decided that a companion animal would be good for the girl,
as she had limited social opportunities and they felt she
would enjoy a dog's company.
The girl chose a random-bred dog named Queenie and,
together with the women at the prison, trained her to be an
obedient pet.
But Queenie had other plans. She became a "seizure-
alert" dog, letting the girl know when a seizure was coming
on, so that the girl could be ready for it.
I heard about Queenie's amazing abilities and went to
visit the girl's family and meet Queenie. At one point
during my visit, Queenie became agitated and took the girl's
wrist in her mouth and started pulling her towards the
living room couch. Her mother said, "Go on now. Listen to
what Queenie's telling you."
The girl went to the couch, curled up in a fetal
position, facing the back of the couch and within moments
started to seize. The dog jumped on the couch and wedged
herself between the back of the couch and the front of the
girl's body, placing her ear in front of the girl's mouth.
Her family was used to this performance, but I watched in
open-mouthed astonishment as the girl finished seizing and
Queenie relaxed with her on the couch, wagging her tail and
looking for all the world like an ordinary dog, playing with
her mistress.
Then the girl and her dog went to the girl's bedroom as
her parents and I went to the kitchen for coffee. A little
while later, Queenie came barreling down the hallway,
barking. She did a U-turn in the kitchen and then went
racing back to the girl's room.
"She's having a seizure," the mother told me. The
girl's father got up, in what seemed to me a casual manner
for someone whose daughter often stopped breathing, and
walked back to the bedroom after Queenie.
My concern must have been evident on my face because
the girl's mother smiled and said, "I know what you're
thinking, but you see, that's not the bark Queenie uses when
my daughter stops breathing."
I shook my head in amazement. Queenie, the self-taught
angel, proved to me once again how utterly foolish it is to
suppose that animals don't think or can't communicate.

Roger Caras


Have a great day all !!


wb

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To: William Brotherson who wrote (85)10/8/1999 8:59:00 AM
From: William Brotherson
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Good Morning Everyone,

In my zest to be fair to all, I felt compelled to post a, (shiver), Cat story!! Being a dog person (18 at the moment) I do have to admit, a cat like this would be alright to have as a friend..........


Todays Story:


DOUBLE DUTY

As a member of a "dog family," I had long been
conditioned to believe that cats simply didn't possess the
ability or desire to be loving companions. This belief was
so deeply ingrained that, while I didn't actually dislike
cats, I found them, for the most part, uninteresting.
Arriving home from work one afternoon, I discovered a
cat at my doorstep. I ignored him, but apparently he was not
offended, because he was there again the following day.
"I'll pet you," I told him, "but there's no way you're
coming in."
Then one night soon after, as the rain beat down and
thunder clapped, I heard a faint meow. I couldn't take it
anymore; I became a cat owner.
My new roommate, now named Shotzy, quickly became more
than just a stray cat to feed. I liked the way his soft
purring greeted me every morning and the way he nudged his
head against my leg when I came home each day. His playful
antics made me laugh, and soon Shotzy seemed more like a
longtime friend than a pet I hadn't really wanted.
Although I suspected Shotzy had been an outdoor cat for a
good portion of his life, he seemed perfectly content to
stay inside, except for one remarkable exception. As if an
alarm had gone off, at about 6 o'clock every night he'd cry
to go out. Then, almost exactly one hour later, he'd be
back. He did this for several months before I finally
discovered what he had been up to.
One day a neighbor who knew about Shotzy showing up at
my doorstep told me she thought the cat might belong to an
elderly woman who lived down the street. Worried that I had
mistakenly adopted someone's pet, I took Shotzy to the
woman's house the next day.
When a white-haired woman opened the door, Shotzy
bolted from my arms, ran into the house and made himself at
home in a big recliner. The woman just threw her head back
and laughed, saying, "Jimmy always did love his chair."
My heart sank - my Shotzy was obviously her Jimmy.
I explained I had taken him in and only discovered the
day before that he may have already had a home. Again, the
old woman chuckled. She invited me in and explained that the
cat did not belong to her.
"But, I thought you called him Jimmy," I questioned.
The woman, who said her name was Mary, explained that
Jimmy was her husband's name. He had died about a year
before, just a few months after being diagnosed with cancer.
Before Jimmy died, he and Mary would eat dinner at 5
o'clock every night. Afterward, they would retire to the
living room, Jimmy to his favorite chair, to talk about the
day's events. The couple had followed that routine every
night for the 60 years they were married. After Jimmy's
death, with no other family nearby, Mary said she just felt
lost. And more than anything, she missed their nightly
after-dinner talks.
Then one night a stray cat meowed demandingly at her
screen door. When she cracked open the door to shoo him
away, he ran straight to Jimmy's chair and made himself
comfortable, as if he had lived there forever.
Mary, who had never had a pet in her life, found
herself smiling at the animal. She gave him a little milk
and then he cuddled on her lap. She talked to him about her
life, but mostly about Jimmy. At about 7 o'clock, at which
time she normally turned on the TV and made herself some hot
tea, the creature slipped off her lap and went to the door.
At 6 o'clock the next evening, the cat was back. Soon,
Shotzy and Mary had their own routine.
"Now, I believe in the Good Lord," Mary told me. "I
don't know about all that reincarnation stuff, but sometimes
it feels just like I'm talking to Jimmy when that little cat
is here. I know that sounds strange, and I guess it doesn't
really matter; what's important is that the cat is a real
comfort to me. But it's interesting to think on, all the
same."
So Mary and I continued to share Shotzy. At my house,
he revealed to me the many daily joys that come with living
with a cat. At Mary's, his presence served to fill the six
o'clock hour with happy companionship.
Our marvelous cat seemed to have an uncanny knack for
always being in the right place at the right time.

Lisa Hurt


Have a great day and weekend !


wb

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To: William Brotherson who wrote (86)10/8/1999 11:03:00 AM
From: E'Lane
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{{{Bill}}}

Good Morning!

Well...that story hits home. I've laid in bed recouperating from numerous "experiences", bored of reading, bored of my own company...when my Noelle (yes the "killer cat") would show up and plop down wedged against my side. Now, not being a cat person, you probably don't realize that when a cat plops down like that, you DO NOT ignore it and you DO NOT move till they "allow it"! LOL...Noelle is a notorious attention hog! One can never claim lonely with a cat around.

I do think they are totally tuned into their owners. I can not have seen her all day, but let me sit back and "sigh" at something and she shows up to "pester" me outta my "sigh"! There were times I thought she was like a gaurdian angel or something, but then she'd yak on the carpet and I'd change that opinion! <ggg>

Anyway...I'm yammering. (so what else is new, huh???)

Loved the story. Uh... you don't REALLY have 18 dogs do you? That is too great. (Dogs are my favorite too, truth be known, but they aren't allowed in the house. So saith the hubby!!)

Hey...have a great day!

E!

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To: E'Lane who wrote (87)10/8/1999 11:16:00 AM
From: William Brotherson
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{{{E'}}},

Yeah, for hubby!!! So saith wb!!!!!!

And yes, we actually have 18 but we are selling them as fast as we can. The numbers dwindle every day but we have never had less than 6 or 8, ever and probably never will!!

Anyone in the market for a Sheltie???


wb

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To: William Brotherson who wrote (88)10/8/1999 11:23:00 AM
From: E'Lane
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Anyone in the market for a Sheltie???

Do you deliver?? <gg>

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To: Jack Colton who wrote (84)10/8/1999 7:20:00 PM
From: E'Lane
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DAVE BARRY'S LIST OF
25 THINGS YOU WILL LEARN IN 50 YEARS OF LIVING

1. The badness of a movie is directly proportional to the number of helicopters in it.

2. You will never find anybody who can give you a clear and compelling reason why we observe Daylight Saving Time.

3. People who feel the need to tell you that they have an excellent sense of humor are telling you that they have no sense of humor.

4. The most valuable function performed by the federal government is entertainment. (I?d say Clinton did a good job at this!)

5. You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests you think she?s pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from her at that moment.

6. A penny saved is worthless.

7. They can hold all the peace talks they want, but there will never be peace in the Middle East. Billions of years from now, when Earth is hurtling toward the Sun and there is nothing left alive on the planet except a few microorganisms, the microorganisms living in the Middle East will be bitter enemies.(!!!)

8. The most powerful force in the universe is: gossip.

9. The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status, or ethnic background, is the fact that, deep down inside, we all believe we are above-average drivers.

10. There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is: age 11.

11. There is a very fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness".

12. People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them.

13. There apparently exists, somewhere in L.A., a computer that generates concepts for television sitcoms. When TV executives need a new concept, they turn on this computer. Sorting through millions of possible plot premises, it spits out "THREE QUIRKY BUT ATTRACTIVE YOUNG PEOPLE LIVING IN AN APARTMENT," and the executives turn this concept into a show. The next time they need an idea, the computer spits out "SIX QUIRKY BUT ATTRACTIVE YOUNG PEOPLE LIVING IN AN APARTMENT." Then, next time it spits out "FOUR QUIRKY BUT ATTRACTIVE YOUNG PEOPLE LIVING IN AN APARTMENT." And so on. We need to locate that computer and destroy it with hammers.

14. Nobody is normal.

15. At least once per year, some group of scientists will become very excited and announce that: The universe is even bigger than they thought! There are even more subatomic particles than they thought! Whatever they announced last year about global warming is wrong.

16. If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not and never will achieve its full potential, that word would be: "meetings."

17. The main accomplishment of almost all organized protests is to annoy people not in them.

18. The value of advertising is that it tells you the exact opposite of what the ad actually thinks. For example, If the advertisement says "This is not your father's Oldsmobile," the advertiser is desperately concerned that this Oldsmobile, like all other Oldsmobiles, appeals to old coots like your father.
If Coke and Pepsi spend billions of dollars to convince you that there are significant differences between these two products, both companies realize that Pepsi and Coke are virtually identical.
If an advertisement shows a group of cool, attractive youngsters getting excited and high-fiving each other because the refrigerator contains Sunny Delight, the advertiser knows that any real youngster who reacted in this way to this beverage would be considered by his peers to be the world's biggest dip...and so on.
On those rare occasions when advertising dares to poke fun at the product, as in the classic Volkswagen Beetle campaign, it's because the advertiser actually thinks the product is pretty good.
If a politician ever ran for president under a slogan such as Harlan Frubert: Basically, He Wants Attention," I would quit my job to work for his campaign.

19. If God, who created the entire universe with all of its glories, decides to deliver a message to humanity, He will not use, as His messenger, a person on cable TV with a bad hairstyle.

20. You should not confuse your career with your life.

21. A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person.

22. No matter what happens, somebody will find a way to take it too seriously.

23. When trouble arises and things look bad, there is always one individual who perceives a solution and is willing to take command. Very often, that individual is crazy.

24. Your friends love you anyway.

25. Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.

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To: E'Lane who wrote (90)10/9/1999 2:49:00 PM
From: E'Lane
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We are responsible for the effort, not the outcome.


There was an old man, a boy and a donkey.
They were going to town and it was decided that
the boy should ride.
As they went along they passed some people
who thought
that it was a shame for the boy to ride and
the old man to walk.
The man and boy decided that maybe the
critics were right, so they changed positions. Later,
they passed
some more people who thought that it was a
real shame for that man to make such a small boy walk.
The two decided
that maybe they both should walk.
Soon they passed some more people who
thought that it was stupid to walk when they had a
donkey to ride.
The man and the boy decided maybe the
critics were
right, so they decided that they both should ride.
They soon passed other people who thought
that it was a shame to put such a load on a poor
little animal.
The old man and the boy decided that maybe
the critics were right so they decided to carry the
donkey. As they crossed a bridge they lost their
grip on the animal and it fell into the river and
drowned.

The moral of the story is...if you try to
please everyone, you will eventually lose your ass.

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To: E'Lane who wrote (91)10/11/1999 9:05:00 AM
From: William Brotherson
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Good Morning Everyone,


It must be a dogs month, every other story I come across is about pets. Think about todays story!!!!!!!!!!



Todays Story:


LUCY

The honeymoon was definitely over. Although Larry and
I had been married less than a year, we were headed for
disaster. My expectations of marriage were high - probably
too high. My parents' relationship had been happy, loving,
full of laughter and mutual respect. Larry didn't come to
the marriage with the same kind of dreams and he felt
pressured by my needs. Our home was not a happy one, with
tensions, resentment and hurt feelings seething just below
the surface. We just couldn't communicate.
It was during this rocky time that I had the idea to
get a dog. Larry and I talked about it and he said a dog
would be fine, as long as it wasn't a "yappy little thing."
He had grown up with German Shepherds and liked them. I
called the local pound and asked if they had a German
Shepherd who needed a home. It just so happened that they
had a white German Shepherd mix, so I went right over to see
the dog.
At the pound, I made my way to the white dog's cage.
She was part Shepherd all right, but the other part must
have been Mexican Jumping Bean. She moved like she had
springs on the bottoms of her four paws, continuously
jumping five feet in the air and barking enthusiastically -
just the way a kid waves his arms and yells, "Pick me! Pick
me! Me! Me! Me!" when captains are choosing their teams. I
took her out of the run and she tore around the room,
stopping only to jump up on me and try to lick my face as
she streaked by. I was impressed by her vibrant
personality.
I brought Larry to see her a few hours later and he
liked her well enough for us to walk out with her. She
strained on her leash, obviously eager to leave the pound
behind.
We named her Lucy and she and I became best friends. I
loved getting up in the early morning and walking her when
the streets were quiet. A long walk in the park every
afternoon became another wonderful part of our daily
routine. She liked to be wherever I was, watching me or
snoozing in the sun as I went about my housework and
gardening. I took her in the car when I went into town to
do errands and she sat in the back seat, her nose stuck out
of the window to sniff the wind. I found her company
entertaining and comforting. Larry seemed to like her too.
As the weeks went by, I felt happier and more centered.
I have to admit that I talked to Lucy when we were alone
together during the day. I even made up silly songs and
sang them to her when we were out driving. She seemed to
like the sound of my voice and she wagged her tail and
always looked right at me when I told her things. I relished
my position at the center of her universe.
One evening, I was showing Larry a silly game that Lucy
and I played - I would stand in front of Lucy and poke her
with my right hand a few times, then when she was expecting
a poke from the right, I'd poke her from the left. Then a
poke from the top, and then from the bottom. She seemed to
love trying to figure out where my hand would come from
next. We were playing this game when Larry came up behind
me and started playing too. I leaned back into the warm
bulk of Larry's chest and his arms closed around me. We
stood like that for a moment, before I turned around and
held him tight. We hadn't done that for a long time.
Things began to fall into place after that. All that
canine companionship had enabled me to stop demanding love
and attention from Larry - and as I felt happier, I was able
to be more loving and certainly more fun to be around. Our
wounds began to heal and our marriage started to blossom.
We've been married for over ten years now. When people
ask me the secret of our happy partnership, I always tell
them, "It's simple. If you want dog-like devotion.get a
dog!"

Carol Kline


Have a great day all !!!!!


wb

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To: William Brotherson who wrote (92)10/11/1999 10:02:00 AM
From: Jack Colton
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That's a nice story Bill.
It is always good to share some interests with your spouse.

Have a good one.

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To: Jack Colton who wrote (93)10/11/1999 10:32:00 AM
From: William Brotherson
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Good Morning Again,

I'm going to throw a second story out there for your reading pleasure just because it's a Monday, it's beautiful outside, and I cannot wipe the smile from my face when I think about this story. I wonder, if one day when I am searching for a story, that someone from another site that I share with, will tell me about a story site on SI and that I should look there for some great stories????

Things that make you go Hmmmmmmmmmmm????????


Todays Second Story:

THE CAT LADY

I have lived in my neighborhood for twenty years. It
seems to me that I've spent at least ten of those years
looking for a lost pet, either mine or one I'd seen listed
in the newspaper's lost pet column.
Recently, I was at it again, going door-to-door looking
for one of my own lost kitties, a little black cat named
Nicholas who'd slipped out the door before I could stop him.
I made my rounds, visiting with all the neighbors,
describing Nicholas. Familiar with this routine, everyone
promised to keep an eye out and call me if they spotted him.
Two blocks from my house I noticed a gentleman raking
leaves in the yard of a home that had recently been sold. I
introduced myself and presented my new neighbor with the
plight of the missing Nicholas, asking if he had seen him.
"No," he replied, "I've not seen a little black kitty
around here." He thought for a moment, looked at me and
said, "But I know who you should ask. Several of my
neighbors have told me that there's a woman in the
neighborhood that's crazy about cats. They say she knows
every cat around here, probably has dozens herself. They
call her `The Cat Lady.' Be sure and check with her."
"Oh, thank you," I said eagerly. "Do you know where
she lives?"
He pointed a finger down the street, "It's that one."
I followed his finger and started to laugh.
He was pointing at my house!

Patti Thompson


Have a greater day all !!!!!



wb

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