Sunday, 31 March 2013
Saturday, 30 March 2013
Easter
hello everyone i am here wishing you a AWESOME EASTER ! (if you celebrate it )
i am not here tomorow so.
THANK YOU
p.s i hope you get lots of
i am not here tomorow so.
THANK YOU
p.s i hope you get lots of
Thursday, 28 March 2013
Monday, 25 March 2013
AWESOME BLOGS TO CHECK OUT
my bffs blog
http://hippoawesome.blogspot.ca/
my great friends blogs
http://yippeeisme.blogspot.ca/
and
http://gabbypiper.blogspot.ca/
and
http://horsemolly.blogspot.ca/
and
http://smilesinhappytown.blogspot.ca/
And here are some of the my school blogs
my bffs class
http://churchill209.blogspot.ca/
or uke blog
http://chukuleles.blogspot.ca/
another class blogs
http://room312churchill.blogspot.ca/2013_01_01_archive.html
http://hippoawesome.blogspot.ca/
my great friends blogs
http://yippeeisme.blogspot.ca/
and
http://gabbypiper.blogspot.ca/
and
http://horsemolly.blogspot.ca/
and
http://smilesinhappytown.blogspot.ca/
And here are some of the my school blogs
my bffs class
http://churchill209.blogspot.ca/
or uke blog
http://chukuleles.blogspot.ca/
another class blogs
http://room312churchill.blogspot.ca/2013_01_01_archive.html
Sreet of Rock
hello
so this awesome person named gabby and her mother started this amazing activity called street of rock. At my school we used to have a club called school of rock were we would all get together and sing rock songs and then have a huge performance but sadly because of the strike it was cancelled so the amazing Gabby took it into her own hands to start up a street of rock with her mom and a friend of theres. IT IS SO MUCH FUN ! I try to make it every week. We have started learning 4 songs have about 15 kids and just recently had Kichisippi Times come to do an article on us THANKS DAVE, GABBY AND CAREN!
her are the songs we have been learning
Summer Vibe by Walk off the Earth
I love Rockin Roll by Jone Jett and the black hearts
Trouble by Taylor Swift
Stompa by Serena Ryder
so this awesome person named gabby and her mother started this amazing activity called street of rock. At my school we used to have a club called school of rock were we would all get together and sing rock songs and then have a huge performance but sadly because of the strike it was cancelled so the amazing Gabby took it into her own hands to start up a street of rock with her mom and a friend of theres. IT IS SO MUCH FUN ! I try to make it every week. We have started learning 4 songs have about 15 kids and just recently had Kichisippi Times come to do an article on us THANKS DAVE, GABBY AND CAREN!
her are the songs we have been learning
Summer Vibe by Walk off the Earth
Thursday, 21 March 2013
Black History Month
i KNOW this post is very late since last month was black history month but i still think that the entire should really be spent thinking about how lucky most people are to live in the time they are in and should not take it for granted. i mean can you imagine being sold being taken away from your mom and dad being grabbed chained pushed onto a boat and taken somewhere you don't know to do something you don't want to. I CANT ! if you want to learn more about this i am going to attach some good story books to do with black history month some websites\links and maybe the history and timeliness of all the laws passed and made.
NOTE : THEY DO SAY A WORD THAT WAS NOT BAD BACK THEN BUT IS NOW SO ASK YOUR PARENTS TO LOOK BEFORE READING
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NOTE : THEY DO SAY A WORD THAT WAS NOT BAD BACK THEN BUT IS NOW SO ASK YOUR PARENTS TO LOOK BEFORE READING
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1619 |
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1746 |
Lucy Terry, an enslaved person in 1746, becomes the earliest
known black American poet when she writes about the last American Indian
attack on her village of Deerfield, Massachusetts. Her poem, Bar's Fight, is not published until 1855. |
1773 | |
1787 |
Slavery is made illegal in the Northwest Territory. The U.S Constitution states that Congress may not ban the slave trade until 1808. |
1793 |
Eli Whitney's invention of the cotton gin greatly increases the demand for slave labor. |
1793 |
Top |
1800 |
Gabriel Prosser, an enslaved African-American blacksmith, organizes a slave revolt intending to march on Richmond, Virginia.
The conspiracy is uncovered, and Prosser and a number of the rebels
are hanged. Virginia's slave laws are consequently tightened. |
1808 |
Congress bans the importation of slaves from Africa. |
1820 |
The Missouri Compromise bans slavery north of the southern boundary of Missouri. |
1822 |
Denmark Vesey,
an enslaved African-American carpenter who had purchased his freedom,
plans a slave revolt with the intent to lay siege on Charleston, South Carolina. The plot is discovered, and Vesey and 34 coconspirators are hanged. |
1831 |
Nat Turner,
an enslaved African-American preacher, leads the most significant slave
uprising in American history. He and his band of followers launch a
short, bloody, rebellion in Southampton County, Virginia.
The militia quells the rebellion, and Turner is eventually hanged. As a
consequence, Virginia institutes much stricter slave laws. William Lloyd Garrison begins publishing the Liberator, a weekly paper that advocates the complete abolition of slavery. He becomes one of the most famous figures in the abolitionist movement. Top |
1846 |
Frederick Douglass launches his abolitionist newspaper. |
1849 |
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1850 |
The continuing debate whether territory gained in the Mexican War should be open to slavery is decided in the Compromise of 1850: California is admitted as a free state, Utah and New Mexico territories are left to be decided by popular sovereignty, and the slave trade in Washington, DC, is prohibited. It also establishes a much stricter fugitive slave law than the original, passed in 1793. Top |
1852 |
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1854 |
Congress passes the Kansas-Nebraska Act, establishing the territories of Kansas and Nebraska. The legislation repeals the Missouri Compromise of 1820 and renews tensions between anti- and proslavery factions. |
1857 |
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1859 |
John Brown and 21 followers capture the federal arsenal at Harpers Ferry, Va. (now W. Va.), in an attempt to launch a slave revolt. |
1861 |
The Confederacy is founded when the deep South secedes, and the Civil War begins. |
1863 |
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1865 |
Congress establishes the Freedmen's Bureau to protect the rights of newly emancipated blacks (March). The Civil War ends (April 9). Lincoln is assassinated (April 14). The Ku Klux Klan is formed in Tennessee by ex-Confederates (May). Slavery in the United States is effectively ended when 250,000 slaves in Texas finally receive the news that the Civil War had ended two months earlier (June 19). Thirteenth Amendment to the Constitution is ratified, prohibiting slavery (Dec. 6). Top |
1865-1866 |
Black codes are passed by Southern states, drastically restricting the rights of newly freed slaves. |
1867 |
A series of Reconstruction acts are passed, carving the former Confederacy into five military districts and guaranteeing the civil rights of freed slaves. |
1868 |
Fourteenth Amendment
to the Constitution is ratified, defining citizenship. Individuals born
or naturalized in the United States are American citizens, including
those born as slaves. This nullifies the Dred Scott Case (1857), which had ruled that blacks were not citizens. |
1869 |
Howard University's law school becomes the country's first black law school. |
1870 |
Hiram Revels of Mississippi is elected the country's first African-American senator. During Reconstruction, sixteen blacks served in Congress and about 600 served in states legislatures. |
1877 |
Reconstruction ends in the South. Federal attempts to provide some basic civil rights for African Americans quickly erode. |
1879 |
The Black Exodus takes place, in which tens of thousands of African Americans migrated from southern states to Kansas. |
1881 |
Spelman College, the first college for black women in the U.S., is founded by Sophia B. Packard and Harriet E. Giles. Booker T. Washington founds the Tuskegee Normal and Industrial Institute in Alabama. The school becomes one of the leading schools of higher learning for African Americans, and stresses the practical application of knowledge. In 1896, George Washington Carver begins teaching there as director of the department of agricultural research, gaining an international reputation for his agricultural advances. |
1882 |
The American Colonization Society, founded by Presbyterian minister Robert Finley, establishes the colony of Monrovia (which would eventually become the country of Liberia)
in western Africa. The society contends that the immigration of blacks
to Africa is an answer to the problem of slavery as well as to what it
feels is the incompatibility of the races. Over the course of the next
forty years, about 12,000 slaves are voluntarily relocated. |
1896 |
Plessy v. Ferguson: This landmark Supreme Court decision holds that racial segregation is constitutional, paving the way for the repressive Jim Crow laws in the South. Top |
1905 |
W.E.B. DuBois founds the Niagara movement, a forerunner to the NAACP. The movement is formed in part as a protest to Booker T. Washington's
policy of accommodation to white society; the Niagara movement embraces
a more radical approach, calling for immediate equality in all areas of
American life. Top |
1909 |
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1914 |
Marcus Garvey
establishes the Universal Negro Improvement Association, an
influential black nationalist organization "to promote the spirit of
race pride" and create a sense of worldwide unity among blacks. |
1920s |
The Harlem Renaissance
flourishes in the 1920s and 1930s. This literary, artistic, and
intellectual movement fosters a new black cultural identity. |
1931 |
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1947 |
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1948 |
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1952 |
Malcolm X
becomes a minister of the Nation of Islam. Over the next several years
his influence increases until he is one of the two most powerful
members of the Black Muslims (the other was its leader, Elijah Muhammad).
A black nationalist and separatist movement, the Nation of Islam
contends that only blacks can resolve the problems of blacks. |
1954 |
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1955 |
Rosa Parks refuses to give up her seat at the front of the "colored section" of a bus to a white passenger (Dec.1). In response to her arrest Montgomery's black community launch a successful year-long bus boycott. Montgomery's buses are desegregated on Dec. 21, 1956. Top |
1957 |
Nine black students are blocked from entering the school on the orders of Governor Orval Faubus. (Sept. 24). Federal troops and the National Guard are called to intervene on behalf of the students, who become known as the "Little Rock Nine." Despite a year of violent threats, several of the "Little Rock Nine" manage to graduate from Central High. |
1960 |
Four black students
in Greensboro, North Carolina, begin a sit-in at a segregated
Woolworth's lunch counter (Feb. 1). Six months later the "Greensboro
Four" are served lunch at the same Woolworth's counter. The event
triggers many similar nonviolent protests throughout the South. The Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC) is founded, providing young blacks with a place in the civil rights movement (April). |
1961 |
Over the spring and summer, student volunteers begin taking bus
trips through the South to test out new laws that prohibit segregation
in interstate travel facilities, which includes bus and railway
stations. Several of the groups of "freedom riders," as they are called, are attacked by angry mobs along the way. The program, sponsored by The Congress of Racial Equality (CORE) and the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC), involves more than 1,000 volunteers, black and white.
Top |
1962 |
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1963 |
The March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom is attended by about 250,000 people, the largest demonstration ever seen in the nation's capital. Martin Luther King delivers his famous "I Have a Dream" speech. The march builds momentum for civil rights legislation (Aug. 28). Despite Governor George Wallace physically blocking their way, Vivian Malone and James Hood register for classes at the University of Alabama. Four young black girls attending Sunday school are killed when a bomb explodes at the Sixteenth Street Baptist Church, a popular location for civil rights meetings. Riots erupt in Birmingham, leading to the deaths of two more black youths (Sept. 15). |
1964 |
The bodies of three civil-rights workers are found. Murdered by the KKK, James E. Chaney, Andrew Goodman, and Michael Schwerner had been working to register black voters in Mississippi (Aug.). Martin Luther King receives the Nobel Peace Prize. (Oct.) |
1965 |
State troopers violently attack peaceful demonstrators led by Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr., as they try to cross the Pettus Bridge in Selma, Ala. Fifty marchers are hospitalized on "Bloody Sunday," after police use tear gas, whips, and clubs against them. The march is considered the catalyst for pushing through the voting rights act five months later (March 7). Congress passes the Voting Rights Act of 1965, making it easier for Southern blacks to register to vote. Literacy tests, poll taxes, and other such requirements that were used to restrict black voting are made illegal (Aug. 10). In six days of rioting in Watts, a black section of Los Angeles, 35 people are killed and 883 injured (Aug. 11-16). Top |
1966 |
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1967 |
Major race riots take place in Newark (July 12-16) and Detroit (July 23-30). President Johnson appoints Thurgood Marshall to the Supreme Court. He becomes the first black Supreme Court Justice. The Supreme Court rules in Loving v. Virginia that prohibiting interracial marriage is unconstitutional. Sixteen states still have anti-miscegenation laws and are forced to revise them. |
1968 |
President Johnson signs the Civil Rights Act of 1968, prohibiting discrimination in the sale, rental, and financing of housing (April 11). |
1972 |
The infamous Tuskegee Syphilis experiment
ends. Begun in 1932, the U.S. Public Health Service's 40-year
experiment on 399 black men in the late stages of syphilis has been
described as an experiment that "used human beings as laboratory animals
in a long and inefficient study of how long it takes syphilis to kill
someone." |
1978 |
The Supreme Court case, Regents of the University of California v. Bakke
upheld the constitutionality of affirmative action, but imposed
limitations on it to ensure that providing greater opportunities for
minorities did not come at the expense of the rights of the majority
(June 28). |
1992 |
The first race riots in decades erupt in south-central Los
Angeles after a jury acquits four white police officers for the
videotaped beating of African-American Rodney King (April 29). Top |
2003 |
In Grutter v. Bollinger, the most important affirmative action decision since the 1978 Bakke
case, the Supreme Court (5–4) upholds the University of Michigan Law
School's policy, ruling that race can be one of many factors considered
by colleges when selecting their students because it furthers "a
compelling interest in obtaining the educational benefits that flow from
a diverse student body." (June 23) |
2006 | In Parents v. Seattle and Meredith v. Jefferson, affirmative action suffers a setback when a bitterly divided court rules, 5 to 4, that programs in Seattle and Louisville, Ky., which tried to maintain diversity in schools by considering race when assigning students to schools, are unconstitutional. |
2008 |
Sen. Barack Obama, Democrat from Chicago, becomes the first African American to be nominated as a major party nominee for president. On November 4, Barack Obama, becomes the first African American to be elected president of the United States, defeating Republican candidate, Sen. John McCain. |
2009 |
Barack Obama Democrat from Chicago, becomes the first African-American president and the country's 44th president. On February 2, the U.S. Senate confirms, with a vote of 75 to 21, Eric H. Holder, Jr., as Attorney General of the United States. Holder is the first African American to serve as Attorney General. On February 9, the first African American female flight crew took their historic flight, having come together accidentally when the scheduled first officer called in sick. Captain Rachelle Jones, first officer Stephanie Grant, and flight attendants Diana Galloway and Robin Rogers flew together on an Atlantic Southeast Airlines flight from Atlanta to Nashville. |
Beatiful Quotes I Think Are Worth Reading
When i am having a bad day i always go and read stuff that makes me fell GOOD !
Wednesday, 20 March 2013
Kid president
This an amazing video i suggest watching it.
A pep talk from the kid president to you.
SPRING
Happy first day of spring today. (if you have a spring )
a spring time poem
When you see upon the walk
Circles newly made of chalk,
And around them all the day
Little boys in eager play
Rolling marbles, agates fine,
Banded, polished, red as wine,
Marbles crystal as the dew,
Each with rainbows twisted through,
Marbles gay in painted clay,
Flashing, twinkling in your way,
When the walk has blossomed so,
Surely every one must know
None need wonder who has heard
Robin, wren, or Peter-bird;
Sure the sign as song or wing,
It is spring!
All though in Ottawa right now it is cold and snowy.
a spring time poem
When you see upon the walk
Circles newly made of chalk,
And around them all the day
Little boys in eager play
Rolling marbles, agates fine,
Banded, polished, red as wine,
Marbles crystal as the dew,
Each with rainbows twisted through,
Marbles gay in painted clay,
Flashing, twinkling in your way,
When the walk has blossomed so,
Surely every one must know
None need wonder who has heard
Robin, wren, or Peter-bird;
Sure the sign as song or wing,
It is spring!
All though in Ottawa right now it is cold and snowy.
Sunday, 17 March 2013
My favorite qoute right now
but our lives will only ever always
continue to be
a balancing act
that has less to do with pain
and more to do with beauty
continue to be
a balancing act
that has less to do with pain
and more to do with beauty
Concret Angel
this is a song written about child abuse
my friend showed it to me a little while ago
the video is about a real girl who suffered child and unfortunately was killed by her mother
my friend showed it to me a little while ago
the video is about a real girl who suffered child and unfortunately was killed by her mother
Amazing anti bully video
Here is the poem that goes along with it
WARNING
there is one sware word that i have fixed in the poem but not in the video please ask your parents before watching Thank you
To This Day by Shane Koyczan
To This DayWhen I was a kid
I used to think that pork chops and karate chops
were the same thing
I thought they were both pork chops
and because my grandmother thought it was cute
and because they were my favourite
she let me keep doing it
not really a big deal
one day
before I realized fat kids are not designed to climb trees
I fell out of a tree
and bruised the right side of my body
I didn’t want to tell my grandmother about it
because I was afraid I’d get in trouble
for playing somewhere that I shouldn’t have been
a few days later the gym teacher noticed the bruise
and I got sent to the principal’s office
from there I was sent to another small room
with a really nice lady
who asked me all kinds of questions
about my life at home
I saw no reason to lie
as far as I was concerned
life was pretty good
I told her “whenever I’m sad
my grandmother gives me karate chops”
this led to a full scale investigation
and I was removed from the house for three days
until they finally decided to ask how I got the bruises
news of this silly little story quickly spread through the school
and I earned my first nickname
pork chop
to this day
I hate pork chops
I’m not the only kid
who grew up this way
surrounded by people who used to say
that rhyme about sticks and stones
as if broken bones
hurt more than the names we got called
and we got called them all
so we grew up believing no one
would ever fall in love with us
that we’d be lonely forever
that we’d never meet someone
to make us feel like the sun
was something they built for us
in their tool shed
so broken heart strings bled the blues
as we tried to empty ourselves
so we would feel nothing
don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone
that an ingrown life
is something surgeons can cut away
that there’s no way for it to metastasize
it does
she was eight years old
our first day of grade three
when she got called ugly
we both got moved to the back of the class
so we would stop get bombarded by spit balls
but the school halls were a battleground
where we found ourselves outnumbered day after wretched day
we used to stay inside for recess
because outside was worse
outside we’d have to rehearse running away
or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there
in grade five they taped a sign to her desk
that read beware of dog
to this day
despite a loving husband
she doesn’t think she’s beautiful
because of a birthmark
that takes up a little less than half of her face
kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer
that someone tried to erase
but couldn’t quite get the job done
and they’ll never understand
that she’s raising two kids
whose definition of beauty
begins with the word mom
because they see her heart
before they see her skin
that she’s only ever always been amazing
he
was a broken branch
grafted onto a different family tree
adopted
but not because his parents opted for a different destiny
he was three when he became a mixed drink
of one part left alone
and two parts tragedy
started therapy in 8th grade
had a personality made up of tests and pills
lived like the uphills were mountains
and the downhills were cliffs
four fifths suicidal
a tidal wave of anti depressants
and an adolescence of being called popper
one part because of the pills
and ninety nine parts because of the cruelty
he tried to kill himself in grade ten
when a kid who still had his mom and dad
had the audacity to tell him “get over it” as if depression
is something that can be remedied
by any of the contents found in a first aid kit
to this day
he is a stick on TNT lit from both ends
could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends
in the moments before it’s about to fall
and despite an army of friends
who all call him an inspiration
he remains a conversation piece between people
who can’t understand
sometimes becoming drug free
has less to do with addiction
and more to do with sanity
we weren’t the only kids who grew up this way
to this day
kids are still being called names
the classics were
hey stupid
hey spaz
seems like each school has an arsenal of names
getting updated every year
and if a kid breaks in a school
and no one around chooses to hear
do they make a sound?
are they just the background noise
of a soundtrack stuck on repeat
when people say things like
kids can be cruel?
every school was a big top circus tent
and the pecking order went
from acrobats to lion tamers
from clowns to carnies
all of these were miles ahead of who we were
we were freaks
lobster claw boys and bearded ladies
oddities
juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle
trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal
but at night
while the others slept
we kept walking the tightrope
it was practice
and yeah
some of us fell
but I want to tell them
that all of it
is just debris
leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought
we used to be
and if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself
get a better mirror
look a little closer
stare a little longer
because there’s something inside you
that made you keep trying
despite everyone who told you to quit
you built a cast around your broken heart
and signed it yourself
you signed it
“they were wrong”
because maybe you didn’t belong to a group or a click
maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything
maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth
to show and tell but never told
because how can you hold your ground
if everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it
you have to believe that they were wrong
they have to be wrong
why else would we still be here?
we grew up learning to cheer on the underdog
because we see ourselves in them
we stem from a root planted in the belief
that we are not what we were called we are not abandoned cars stalled out and sitting empty on a highway
and if in some way we are
don’t worry
we only got out to walk and get gas
we are graduating members from the class of
we made it
not the faded echoes of voices crying out
names will never hurt me
of course
they did
but our lives will only ever always
continue to be
a balancing act
that has less to do with pain
and more to do with beauty.
another email from my bff
this is an email from my bff Hippo#1 she is amazing the only reason i am sharing this is because she is truly amazing and wonderful and i am so lucky to have her as my friend |
Tuesday, 12 March 2013
My best friend and my emails
You are amazing and
you are the best friend anyone could ask for.
I love you like you
are my sister.
You are kind and
caring and you catch me when I fall.
You lift me up when
I am down.
Thank you for always
being there for me.
-Finley
I have the greatest friend on
earth
Sisters by love but not by birth
I owe her a lot for all she has done for me
Without her in my life I am not sure where I'd be
We will be best friends forever
Sisters by love but not by birth
I owe her a lot for all she has done for me
Without her in my life I am not sure where I'd be
We will be best friends forever
Nothing can
break the circle that surronds us .
I love her as if she was my
mother
And as she inspires me
Our friendship goes on
Thank you Finley
For being the greatest friend
anyone could ask for
-Sharky
It has meant so much
Having you as a friend
You will always be a part of me
Until the end
When times are tough
You are always there
It has brightened my world
Just knowing you were right there beside me every step of the way
Having you as a friend
You will always be a part of me
Until the end
When times are tough
You are always there
It has brightened my world
Just knowing you were right there beside me every step of the way
-sharky
This is my best friend she is truly in my opinion the kinddest and most amazing person ever born on earth.
amazing website
this is an amazing and free website that helps less fortunate familys
it donates rice
all you have to do is answer very easy trivia questions, for every question you get rice you donate 10 grains of rice for free
her is the link
http://freerice.com
it donates rice
all you have to do is answer very easy trivia questions, for every question you get rice you donate 10 grains of rice for free
her is the link
http://freerice.com
Monday, 11 March 2013
Can you belive these things actually happen
hereis a story that break my heart every time
please be reading these story realize that animal abuse is one of the crulest things on the planet and
IT NEEDS TO STOP
I am not posting any videos because they are truly to sad for me .
Such a sad story :'(
How Could You? 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 dog speak, 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. Put this on your page if this story brought tears to your eyes as it did mine.
please be reading these story realize that animal abuse is one of the crulest things on the planet and
IT NEEDS TO STOP
I am not posting any videos because they are truly to sad for me .
Such a sad story :'(
How Could You? 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 dog speak, 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. Put this on your page if this story brought tears to your eyes as it did mine.
Operation Smile
this is a fantastic charity that my family has been sponsoring for years
here is there modo
We mobilize a world of generous hearts to heal children's smiles and transform lives across the globe. We're Operation Smile, and we hope you'll join us.
Her is the link to there website
http://www.operationsmile.org
here is there modo
We mobilize a world of generous hearts to heal children's smiles and transform lives across the globe. We're Operation Smile, and we hope you'll join us.
Her is the link to there website
http://www.operationsmile.org
My Website
hello everybody
i will soon have my own website called jowl.ca
i would love it if you could look at it
if you live in ottawa we will be holding the first annual dog off please let people know about this
NOTE: THIS WEBSITE IS NOT ON THE WEB YET (hopefully it will be up by april at the latest i will keep you updated )
i will soon have my own website called jowl.ca
i would love it if you could look at it
if you live in ottawa we will be holding the first annual dog off please let people know about this
NOTE: THIS WEBSITE IS NOT ON THE WEB YET (hopefully it will be up by april at the latest i will keep you updated )
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