A Little Dog Angel

 

High up in the courts of heaven today
A little dog angel waits;
with the other angels he will not play,
but he sits alone at the gates,
"For I know that my master will come,"says he,
"And when he comes he will call for me."
And his master far on the earth below,
As he sits in his easy chair,                                                                 tattoo 9 weeks old
Forgets sometimes, and he whistles low                               
For the dog that is not there:
And the little dog angel cocks his ears
And dreams that his master's call he hears.

And I know that at last when his master waits
Outside, in the dark and cold
for the hand of death to open the gates
that lead to though's courts of gold,
The little dog angels' eager bark
Will comfort his soul in the shivering dark.

        Unknown Arthor.
 

Tattoo 4 months old

one ear down, one ear listening for momma to call his name.. :-)

 

 

 

 

Oh wait, I think I can hear momma calling

let me try the other ear :-)

awww, got the other one to stand, darn it now the other one is floppy :-)

 

 

 

 

ok, I think I have it now,  if I just lay my chin on momma leg

both my ears stand up..  I got it :-)

now I just gotta learn to hold still

Hurry up with that picture.

took me 7 whole months of my life to get both ears to stand

practice makes perfect.

 

 

Tattoo,Josh and Amanda

9/15/96

 

 

 

Tattoo's bed,  ??  he thinks... LOL

 

 

 

Last person that tryed to break into our house

is missing a foot.

Juuust Kidding,

Its a squeeky Toy.

 

 

 

Ok, I have 1000's of pictures of tattoo, but these are the ones I like best.

they kinda show his personility, He was a loving little guy, with  a big heart

He loved to play with squeek toys, and Tennis balls, and play tug of war.

 

 

He was 14 years old when he passed away, on June 19th 2008

but before he left, he did leave me 4 little fiesty little puppies

two brindle like him, and two black and tans.

YEA, TATTOO LIKED THE GIRLIES.

 

Tattoo's son !

 

 

Ok, I'd like everyone to meet

TAYLOR

This is tattoo's son, and boy is he ever, Just like his daddy

He's practicing on the ear thing too :-)

 

Taylor has his own bed and Brandy (Golden Retriever mix) is his play mate when

momma is busy cleaning up Taylors messes.

 

 

Taylor just loves that roop toy so much

he decides to wear it most of the time

 

 

Taylor with Momma's Mail

whats left of it.

Bad Boy!!

 Momma loves you !!

 

 

 

 

Taylor's Growing up pretty fast, He looks more and more like Tattoo everyday.

He  loves to go car Riding, and walking, He just getting used to attending rabbit shows with me

Taylorsville was his first show, A little scared at first, but warmed up pretty quick.

 

 

ANOTHER POEM I LIKE

 

THE DASH

by Linda Ellis

 

I read of a man who stood to speak

at the funeral of a friend.

He referred to the dates on her tombstone

from the beginning ...to the end

 

He noted that first came the date of her birth

and spoke of the following date with tears,

but he said what mattered most of all

was the dash between those years.

 

For that dash represents all the time

that she spent alive on earth

and now only those who loved her

know what that little line is worth.

 

For it matters not, how much we own,

the car....the house....the cash.

what matters is how we live and love

and how we spend our dash.

 

So think about this long and hard;

are there things you'd like to change?

For you never know how much time is left

that can still be rearranged.

 

If we could just slow down enough

to consider what's true and real

and always try to understand

the way other people feel.

 

And be less quick to anger

and show appreciation more

and love the people in our lives

like we've never loved before.

 

If we treat each other with respect

and more often wear a smile...

remembering that this special dash

might only last a little while.

 

So when your eulogy is being read

with your life's actions to rehash,

would you be proud of the things they say

about how you spent your Dash?