HOW COULD YOU?
By Jim Willis 2001 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 home comings, 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 you 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 upon 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 have 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 you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
The End A note from the author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly owned pets who die each year in American and Canadian animal shelters. Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a noncommercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice.
Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards.
Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage adoption.
I shed a tear,,, will you?? Fran

Grand ma's Hands and yours also!

Hi,,, sorry I have not been here,, but here is a web site you might want to check out!!!
Be sure to turn the speakers on!!!!
This is a very well done piece - take the time to see it!

Click here: Take Me Back To The Fifties

HAVE A LAUGH LADIES,,,,,,,
CLICK ON THIS ,,
LISEN TO THE MUSIC!!!!
YOU MIGHT AGREE WITH IT!

I don't do windows

ENJOY!!! Fran

The CEILING O THE SMOKERS LOUNGE!!!

Hi,, I just made some new totes,, just take a look,,, go to
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PLEASE read the short caption before looking at the photo
You'll notice that 'she' didn't care if he was dirty, she didn't care if he smelled like burnt wood, she only knew this man saved her life and she thanked him from her heart the best way she could.

Click here: THE KISS

This is one you will love!! Fran

Senior Special Breakfast

Send this to the Seniors in your life. I'm sure they'll appreciate it!! Even non-seniors will appreciate it!!!!! It pays to think outside the box!

We went to breakfast at a restaurant where the "Seniors Special" was two eggs, bacon, hash browns and toast for $1.99.

"Sounds good," my wife said. "But I don't want the eggs."

"Then I'll have to charge you two dollars and forty-nine cents because you're ordering a la carte," the waitress warned her.

"You mean I'd have to pay for not taking the eggs?" my wife asked incredulously.

"YES!!" stated the waitress.

"I'll take the special then." my wife said.

"How do you want your eggs?" the waitress asked.

"Raw and in the shell," my wife replied.

She took the two eggs home.

DON'T MESS WITH SENIORS!!! We've been around the block more than once!
We seniors got to do what we got to do!!! (laughing) Fran

9 Months Later...

Jack decided to go skiing with his buddy, Bob.
So they loaded up Jack's minivan and headed north. After driving for a few hours, they got caught in a terrible blizzard.
So they pulled into a nearby farm an d asked the attractive lady who answered the door if they could spend the night.
"I realize it's terrible weather out there and I have this huge house all to myself, but I'm recently widowed," she explained. "I'm afraid the neighbors will talk if I let you stay in my house."
"Don't worry," Jack said. "We'll be happy to sleep in the barn. And if the weather breaks, we'll be gone at first light."
The lady agreed, and the two men found their way to the barn and settled in for the night. Come morning, the weather had cleared, and they got on their way. They enjoyed a great weekend of skiing.
But about nine months later, Jack got an unexpected letter from an attorney. It took him a few minutes to figure it out, but he finally determined that it was from the attorney of that attractive widow he had met on the ski weekend.
He dropped in on his friend Bob and asked, "Bob, do you remember that good-looking widow from the farm we stayed at on our ski holiday up north a bout 9 months ago?"
"Yes, I do." said Bob "Did you, er, happen to get up in the middle of the night, go up to the house and pay her a visit?"
"Well, um, yes," Bob said, a little embarrassed about being found out, "I have to admit that I did."
"And did you happen to give her my name instead of telling her your name?" Bob's face turned beet red and he said, "Yeah, look, I'm sorry, buddy. I'm afraid I did."
"Why do you ask?"

"She just died and left me everything."
(And you thought the ending would be different, didn't you?... now keep that smile for the rest of the day.)
HA HA HA,.,, GOT YOU AGAIN!!! Fran

DEAR MADAM: THANK YOU FOR YOUR RECENT ORDER FROM OUR SEX TOYS SHOP. YOU ASKED FOR THE LARGE RED VIBRATOR AS FEATURED ON OUR WALL DISPLAY. PLEASE SELECT ANOTHER ITEM,
BECAUSE THAT IS OUR FIRE EXTINGUISHER.
GOT YA!!!!!! FRAN

Jukebox--It's amazing
This a Jukebox; but it is no ordinary jukebox. It will play all of your favorite songs from 1952 through 1982.
Each year has a scroll or drop down box that shows all the great songs for that year. Most years have over 40 songs.
There is even a section at the bottom that allows you to listen to show tunes, TV show themes, Doo Wop and severalothers.
This is pretty neat....and it is free.
Read the rest of thousand then click on the site at the bottom.
Once you click on a song it will play and when it finishes it automatically plays the next song in the list and continues until it has played.. it is really cool!!!
It has a volume control which you should use in conjunction with your computers volume control.One of the best features is that it will play in the background. That means you can be doing other computer work on a different screen.
Pick and play any popular song from 1952 through 1982 or go to the specialty areas. You can't miss them. They are listed in very brightcolors. That is for older eyes!!!http://www.tropicalglen.com//
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NOW THIS IS ONE TRUE AMERICAN, AGREE???????

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You just had to look, didn't you!Pass this on to the ladies on your mailing list and the men who can use a chuckle.

Hi every one,, here is something you will enjoy,,,, Thanks for stopping by!
Hope every one remembers to change the time March 9 Th, day light saving time starts!!
Enjoy your day!! Fran



your speakers are working, I thought this was cute,

Song; "I AIN'T GOT A BARREL OF MONEY",
This is really neat!
THIS MADE MY DAY AND I HOPE IT MAKES YOURS AS WELL. TURN YOUR SOUND ON, CLICK HERE, AND ENJOY.

The added photo shows how many items you an put in this bag
I put them in and then took them out it was alot, I was surprised!

Wanted to tell you the photos on the bag of the Border Collie dog is a photo of my own dog Buddy, his picture is at the top.
Thanks again for stopping by.
Fran

Hi, just wanted to tell you all the bags are 13 by 13 , and priced at $9.95 with about $3.00 to $4.00 priority shipping depending where you live. I would ship any where but would need to go Pay pal for out of USA. And the bags have different designs one both sides,, If you like them send this site to your freinds,,, who knows they might like one.. and for more information on how they are made email me I'll tell you, to long to put here.. Thanks again,, THE OLD BAG LADY FRANNY

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Hello to every one,, sorry I have not been here, but I guess old age is catching up with me,(laughing) at 73 I am sure this happens to all us old people!!Any way, I still am busy, and going along with this new movement to GREEN , to save trees. I have ,as I have been doing for several years now. I take Canvas tote bags and make them into one of a kind. I have put them on EBay,(sold a few) and on the handmade site Etsy.com at "thewrightplace" but for some reason people just look and do not buy,, well,,that has been my experience anyway.So I decided to add one more place to show people my bags,, so now you can call me the OLD BAG LADY (laughing) If you are interested in buying any of my bags, I have Pay Pal , or just email me and I will work something out with you.I would LOVE to hear what you all think of my work, you might leave me a mesage on here. Well, thats my story for now, Thanks for stopping by , glad you did,As you can see I have put the photos of my bags on here. Happy Spring, from Fran
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by Fran

Comments made in the year 1955!
That's only 52 years ago!

"I'll tell you one thing, if things keep going the way they are, it's going to be impossible to buy a week's groceries for $20.00."
"Have you seen the new cars coming out next year? It won't be long before $2, 000.00 will only buy a used one."
"If cigarettes keep going up in price, I'm going to quit. A quarter a pack is ridiculous.
"Did you hear the post office is thinking about charging a dime just to mail a letter?"
"If they raise the minimum wage to $1.00, nobody will be able to hire outside help at the store."
"When I first started driving, who would have thought gas would someday cost 29 cents a gallon. Guess we'd be better off leaving the car in the garage."
"Kids today are impossible. Those duck tail hair cuts make it impossible to stay groomed. Next thing you know, boys will be wearing their hair as long as the girls."
"I'm afraid to send my kids to the movies any more. Ever since they let Clark Gable get by with saying DAMN in GONE WITH THE WIND, it seems every new movie has either HELL of DAMN in it."
"I read the other day where some scientist thinks it's possible to put a man on the moon by the end of the century. They even have some fellows they call astronauts preparing for it down in Texas."
"Did you see where some baseball player just signed a contract for $75,000 a year just to play ball? It wouldn't surprise me if someday they'll be making more than the President."
"I never thought I'd see the day all our kitchen appliances would be electric. They are even making electric typewriters now."
"It's too bad things are so tough nowadays. I see where a few married women are having to work to make ends meet."
"It won't be long before young couples are going to have to hire someone to watch their kids so they can both work."
"Marriage doesn't mean a thing any more, those Hollywood stars seem to be getting divorced at the drop of a hat."
"I'm afraid the Volkswagen car is going to open the door to a whole lot of foreign business."
"Thank goodness I won't live to see the day when the Government takes half our income in taxes. I sometimes wonder if we are electing the best people to congress."
"The drive-in restaurant is convenient in nice weather, but I seriously doubt they will ever catch on."
"There is no sense going to Lincoln or Omaha anymore for a weekend, it costs nearly $15.00 a night to stay in a hotel."
"No one can afford to be sick anymore, at $35.00 a day in the hospital it's too rich for my blood."
"If they think I'll pay 50 cents for a hair cut, forget it."
Know any friends who would get a kick out of these, pass this on! Be sure and send it to your kids and grandkids too!
I sure remember these statements,,,

PLease read this and think about the men and women , out there on the MEAN streets doing their duty.This was sent to me by my cousins wife Karen,
because you see, my cousinher husband is Elmer Phillips, and he was a cop in Williamstown NJ, then became a New Jersey State Trooper, now has retired. So they know the feelings about being JUST A COP, means, I say God protect them all. Fran
Just a Cop
The funeral line was long, there are an awful lot of cars.
Folks came out of the restaurants and they came out of the bars.
The workers at the construction sitesall let their hammers drop.
Someone asked. "What is this all for?"And they said,"Aw, just a Cop." Some chuckled at the passing cars,some shed a silent tear,some people said, stupid."
"All these dumb policemen here."
"How come they are not out fighting crime?"
"Or in a doughnut shop?""Sure is a lot of trouble, for someone who's just a Cop."
They blocked the intersections, and blocked the interstate.
People yelled and cursed,"damn, it's going to make me late!""This is really ridiculous!""They're making' us all stop!"
"It seems they are sure wasting time, on someone who's just a Cop."
Into the cemetery now, the slow procession comes; The woeful Taps are slowly played.there are loud salutes from guns.
the graveyard workers shake their heads"This service is a flop.""There are lots of good words wasted, On someone who's just a Cop"
Yeah, just a Cop to most folks,Did his duty every day.Trying to protect us,until his life was taken away.When he got to heaven,St. Peter put him at the top.An angel asked him,"Who was that?"And he said, "Aw, just a Cop."
The Judgment :The Officer stood and faced his God,which must always come to pass.He hoped his shoes were shinning,just as brightly as his brass."
Step forward now, Officer,How shall I deal with you?Have you always turned the other cheek?To my church have you been true?"
The Officer squared his shoulder and said,"No, Lord, I guess I am not,because those of us who carry badges can'talways be a saint. I've had to work most Sundays,and at times my talk was rough.Sometimes I've been violent because the streets are tough.
But I never took a penny that wasn't mine to keep.Though I worked a lot of overtime,when the bills got too steep.
I never passed a cry for helpthough at times I shook with fear,and sometimes, God forgive me,I've wept an unmanly tear.
I know I don't deserve a place among the people here.They never wanted me around except to calm their fear.
If you've a place for me here, Lord,it needn't be so grand.I never expected or had too much,but if you don't...I'll understand."
There was silence all around the throne,where the saints often trod.As the officer waited quietly for the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, Officer." "You've borne your burdens well." "Come walk a beat on heaven's streets," "You've done your time in Hell."

Please,, Please go to this web site and watch this short move!!!!
Turn on your speakers,,
and read the words written there,,,
It is so true and so beautiful.
Also, pass it along to the people you love,,
they will thank you for it....
As always...... Fran

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