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Christmas Corner
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Music now playing is a random selection from Warren's unique collection of Animal Carols & Holiday Tunes. Click here for a different song
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A Greyhound's
Christmas Wish
Dear Santa to you I make my wish,
This could be my very last Christmas list.
No time to be frivolous, I must hurry you see,
I'm no longer the best, they no longer want me.
I've heard of places where there are soft beds,
Sofas and pillows to lay your head,
Plenty of food and toys for play,
People who hug you night and day.
I've heard of the warmth the hugs can bring,
And car rides to get you wonderful things,
Large spaces to roam when you feel the need,
A place they will love me for being just me.
My wish, Dear Santa, I clearly state,
My hope as I sit closed tight in this crate,
To ask for myself I know is not right,
But please bring a family to love me tonight.
Copyright (C) 1995 Robin Krautbauer
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Christmas Returns
Santa comes quietly long before dawn
While shops are still busy and lights are still on
While dinners are cooking and kitchens are warm
And children count presents they'll open by morn.
He slips past the trees in windows aglow
Through the gate to the backyard as icy winds blow
To find the pup he brought last year
chained up in the snow
And, kneeling, he whispers, "Are you ready to go?"
There are too many stops like this one tonight
Before the beginning of his regular flight
He leaves not a note or footprint in sight
Just an unbuckled collar on a cold Christmas night ...
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A Christmas Story
Piddle piddle dumpling, my boy Wu,
He piddles carpets and walls too!!
Casts an arrogant eye on you.
Piddle piddle dumpling, my boy Wu.
His leg-lifting a prelude to
Another "WuWu, Shame on you!!"
Wee Wee flying straight and true.
Piddle piddle dumpling, my boy Wu.
Late at night on Christmas Eve,
My piddling boy, old Wu perceived,
Smoke & flame, the Christmas tree!
Lucky Wu just had to pee.
He raced up to the fire brave,
And piddled out his heart to save
The one he loved, so dear and true.
Piddle piddle dumpling, my hero WU.
The flames were out and Wu so tired,
A better fireman just couldn't be hired,
Now the household up and grateful.
Wu the piddler, oh so faithful.
He spends his days now free to roam
All the rooms in all our homes,
Piddling spray, firefighting too.
Piddle piddle dumpling, our hero Wu!
By John Arthur Newman
Centerreach, NY
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Ridgeback's 12 Days of Christmas
By Elise Lewis. www.RidgebackRescue.org
On the first day of Christmas my puppy gave to me
The Santa topper from the Christmas tree.
On the second day of Christmas my puppy gave to me
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.
On the third day of Christmas my puppy gave to me
Three punctured ornaments
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas my puppy gave to me
Four broken window candles
Three punctured ornaments
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas my puppy gave to me
Five chewed-up stockings
Four broken window candles
Three punctured ornaments
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.
On the sixth day of Christmas my puppy gave to me
Six yards of soggy ribbon
Five chewed-up stockings
Four broken window candles
Three punctured ornaments
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.
On the seventh day of Christmas my puppy gave to me
Seven scraps of wrapping paper
Six yards of soggy ribbon
Five chewed-up stockings
Four broken window candles
Three punctured ornaments
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.
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On the eighth day of Christmas my puppy gave to me
Eight tiny reindeer fragments
Seven scraps of wrapping paper
Six yards of soggy ribbon
Five chewed-up stockings
Four broken window candles
Three punctured ornaments
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.
On the ninth day of Christmas my puppy gave to me
My wreath in nine pieces
Eight tiny reindeer fragments
Seven scraps of wrapping paper
Six yards of soggy ribbon
Five chewed-up stockings
Four broken window candles
Three punctured ornaments
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.
On the tenth day of Christmas my puppy gave to me
Ten Christmas cards I shoulda mailed
My wreath in nine pieces
Eight tiny reindeer fragments
Seven scraps of wrapping paper
Six yards of soggy ribbon
Five chewed-up stockings
Four broken window candles
Three punctured ornaments
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my puppy gave to me
Eleven unwrapped presents
Ten Christmas cards I shoulda mailed
My wreath in nine pieces
Eight tiny reindeer fragments
Seven scraps of wrapping paper
Six yards of soggy ribbon
Five chewed-up stockings
Four broken window candles
Three punctured ornaments
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my puppy gave to me
A dozen puppy kisses
And I forgot all about the other eleven days.
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The Day Before Christmas
"Tis the day before Christmas, and all through the house,
The puppies are squeaking an old rubber mouse.
The wreath which had merrily hung on the door,
Is scattered in pieces all over the floor.
The stockings that hung in a neat little row,
Now boast a hole in each of it's toes.
The tree was subjected to bright-eye whims,
And now, although splendid, it's missing some limbs.
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I catch them and hold them,"Be good I insist!"
They lick me, then run off to see what they've missed.
And now as I watch them, the thought comes to me,
That theirs is the spirit that Christmas should be.
Should children and puppies yet show us the way,
And teach us the joy that should come with this day?
Could they bring the messege that's written above,
And tell us that. most of all, Christmas is love!
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A Rescue Dog's Christmas Poem
Written by David, the Dogman.
‘Tis the night before Christmas and all through the town,
Every shelter is full - we are lost but not found.
Our numbers are hung on our kennels so bare,
We hope every minute that someone will care.
They’ll come to adopt us and give us the call,
“Come here, Max and Sparkie - come fetch your new ball!”
But now we sit here and think of the days…
We were treated so fondly – we had cute, baby ways.
Once we were little, then we grew and we grew –
Now we’re no longer young and we’re no longer new.
So out the back door we were thrown like the trash,
They reacted so quickly – why were they so rash?
We “jump on the children,” “don’t come when they call,”
We “bark when they leave us,” “climb over the wall.”
We should have been neutered, we should have been spayed,
Now we suffer the consequence of the errors THEY made.
If only they'd trained us, if only we knew…
We'd have done what they asked us and worshiped them, too.
We were left in the backyard, or worse – let to roam –
Now we're tired and lonely and out of a home.
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They dropped us off here and they kissed us good-bye…
"Maybe someone else will give you a try."
So now here we are, all confused and alone…
In a shelter with others who long for a home.
The kind workers come through with a meal and a pat,
With so many to care for, they can't stay to chat.
They move to the next kennel, giving each of us cheer…
We know that they wonder how long we'll be here.
We lay down to sleep and sweet dreams fill our heads…
Of a home filled with love and our own cozy beds.
Then we wake to see sad eyes, brimming with tears—
Our friends filled with emptiness, worry, and fear.
If you can't adopt us and there's no room at the Inn—
Could you help with the bills and fill our food bin?
We count on your kindness each day of the year—
Can you give more than hope to everyone here?
Please make a donation to pay for the heat…
And help get us something special to eat.
The shelter that cares for us wants us to live,
And more of us will, if more people will give.
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A Beloved Dog's Christmas
'Twas the day before Christmas when all through our house
Every creature was stirring, including Pet Mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney - my lair -
Next to my Master's favorite stuffed chair.
My family was singing and still decorating;
Three dogs and three cats were anticipating
A glorious Christmas of new gifts, great treats;
The cats wanted catnip, the dogs wished for meats.
Excitement was building throughout the day
Our people were happy; we all got to play;
Gift wrapping, baking, smells of turkey and ham
I felt grateful to be "Home" as the loved dog I am.
As night came and our warm beds awaited,
The excitement had built to a pitch unabated;
But we all went to bed for a short night of rest,
Knowing Christmas would bring us only the Best.
I thought of my "brothers" and "sisters" outside -
Some starving and freezing with no place to hide;
No families to love them; no food; some in pain;
I knew that many would die in the cold and the rain.
I said a dog prayer for each unwanted stray
And asked Santa Paws to give them one Special Day
To let each of them know of real love and sharing,
A kind human touch and sweet, gentle caring.
A Light filled the sky and glowed everywhere;
Someone from above had heard my prayer!
An angelic Presence came into my view
And said, "For one day, your wish will come true."
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When I awoke, I heard sounds of great glee
My folks were all laughing over a stocking for me;
Kong toys and rawhides, squeak toys and more
With presents for everyone spread over the floor.
The ferret, the hamster, the bird and the fish
Got new ! toys and food, a cage or a dish;
We got lots of attention and every need met
And gift certificates for our favorite vet.
In fact, we had so much, we wanted to share;
So my folks called a Rescue to check with them there;
They learned, to the shelter's surprise and delight,
Every animal's lack had been made all right.
New beds, bowls of food, and toys everywhere
Someone must have come and spent the night there;
The infirm seemed younger; the sick were now well
And, whatever had happened, no one could tell.
Without making a sound, with no one in sight,
A miracle had happened during the night!
Oh, why can't it be like that every day
With every pet wanted and no such thing as a stray?
The Spirit of Christmas is alive in each heart
Through Loving and Giving we can all impart
The Christmas Spirit every day of the year
And make Miracles happen, like the one told of here.
"Until one has loved an animal,
a part of one's soul remains unawakened".
author ~ Anatole France
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T'was The Night Before Christmas,
when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in the hopes that St.Nicholas
soon would be there.
The children were nestled
all snug in their beds
with no thought of the dog
filling their head,
And mama in her 'kerchief,
and I in my cap,
knew he was cold,
but didn't care about that
When out on the lawn
there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the bed
to see what was the matter
Away to the window
I flew like a flash,
figuring the dog was free of his chain
and into the trash.
The moon on the breast
of the new-fallen snow
gave the luster of mid-day
to the objects below
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
but Santa Claus - with his eyes full of tears
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Santa unchained the dog, once so lively and quick
Last year's Christmas present, now painfully thin and sick
More rapid than eagles
he called the dogs name,
And the dog ran to him,
despite all his pain.
"Now, Dasher! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN
On, COMET! On CUPID! On, DONDER and BLITZEN
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Let's find this dog a home where he'll be loved by all.
I knew in an instant
there would be no gifts this year,
for Santa Claus had made
one thing quite clear
The gift of a dog
is not just for the season,
we had gotten the pup
for all the wrong reasons.
In our haste to think of a gift for the kids
there was one important
thing that we missed.
A dog should be family,
and cared for the same.
You don't give a gift, then pit it on a chain.
And I heard him exclaim
as he rode out of sight,
"You weren't giving a gift!
You were giving a life!"
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Season's Greetings from Damian Rhodes,
Amanda Jahn (3TV Arizona), Porkchop & Lili.
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