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This is a poem I wrote for breed-ban enthusiasts:
A Poem to all Breed-Ban Enthusiasts
Emma Ridinger April 12, 2008

Sure there are stories of things torn apart,
And we understand that some dogs do that.
But that’s not what I aim to tell you about.
It’s the fact that plenty of dogs don’t.

You seem to like to hear the stories
Where a Pit Bull rips a women’s throat out
Or a Chow attacks a child.
But what about the dogs who do not?

Have you ever heard the tale of a “bad breed” dog
Who saved his owner from bleeding to death?
Or the Saint Bernard who pulled a girl out of quicksand?
These things happen, too.

Ever heard of the German Shepherd
Who dug through a door to get his
Owner out of a fire? That dog saved his
Family’s life, not destroyed it.

Or the Pit Bull mix, hours from death in Ontario
Who was saved by a law enforcement official.
Now he’s a fighting dog.
But he fights crime, not others.

The Australian Shepherd, another working dog,
Who got his anorexic owner to get up each morning
Eat, than walk a little farther each day.
That woman lived because of him.

Have you ever heard of the Doberman, lost in the woods.
Broken ribs and a leg, hungry, too.
But that injured dog traveled many miles
To get back to his family. He was that loyal.

Elderly people have light brought to their
Day, from a Pit Bull cross therapy dog.
Giving these people a reason to live
Through their problems.

And you certainly know about Ground Zero,
Where a plane crashed into the World Trade Center.
People were there, fighting through debris
Accompanied by German Shepherds, Belgian Malinois, and others.

A blue-grey colored Pit Bull
Fended off attackers who
Open fired on her family.
One word: Loyal.

Yes, I grieve for those injured
By attacking dogs. But understand
That was an individual, not a breed,
Banning entire breeds is not the answer.

Once you ban Pit Bulls, & German Shepherds,
& Cane Corsos, & Rottweilers, & Mastiffs,
The dogfighters and drug junkies will just find another breed.
It’s their fault the dogs are vicious.

But instead if you enforce canine leash laws,
Responsible breeders, and go after the people
Behind the attacks, you may actually
Fix the problem,

Now, imagine you’re back in school. Learning
About to much buffalo hunting when the
Settlers moved west. Cause: To much hunting
Effect: To little buffalo

Now imagine this:
You get to the cause of the dog
Attacks, which are: Irresponsible ownership.
So you put the owner behind bars and take care of the singular dog.

If we did that, slowly, the dog attack numbers would
Diminish. And the good dog numbers
Would grow. Think about it, if you ban one breed,
I know you wouldn’t stop there.

Remember, dog is man’s
Best friend.
Imagine waking up tomorrow
With no best friend.

This video is the lyrics to one of my favorite songs "Dear Mr. President" by P!nk object width="425" height="355"> This Video Came from Colette This is from Andrea Miley's Page: Special Needs Pets Deserve Love too A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups. And set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of little boy. "Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies." "Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, "These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money." The boy dropped his head for a moment.
Then reaching deep into his pocket,
he pulled out a handful of change
and held it up to the farmer.

"I've got thirty-nine cents.
Is that enough to take a look?"

"Sure," said the farmer.
And with that he let out a whistle.
"Here, Dolly!" he called.
Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran
Dolly followed by four little balls of fur.

The little boy pressed his face against the chain
link fence. His eyes danced with delight.

As the dogs made their way to the fence,
the little boy noticed something else stirring inside
the doghouse slowly another little ball appeared, this one
noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat
awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing
its best to catch up..

"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to
the runt. The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said,
"Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play
with you like these other dogs would."

With that the little boy stepped back from the
fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his
trousers.

In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down
both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe.

Looking back up at the farmer, he said,
"You see sir, I don't run too well myself,
and he will need someone who understands."

With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and
picked up the little pup.

Holding it carefully handed it to the little boy.

"How much?" asked the little boy. "No charge,"
answered the farmer, "There's no charge for love."

The world is full of people who need someone who
understands.

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Sorry about this folks, but I will not accept any more friend invites as I have heard news of a hacker. I will keep all my current friends, i just want to be safe. If you have any news on the hacker, the FBI is looking for them. Sorry again.

Hey People,

First of all, I have some LAVISHING NEWS! (finnaly!) The NH senetor, Judd Greg has sent me two letters telling me he does not approve of horse slaughter and it is illegal in the USA to transport dead horses to other countries for food. Second of all, I have a little message for you all........

A friend is not something to be wasted, nor is something as precious as an animal, wild or domestic. Animals are not ours to kill, maim, wear, or dispose of. They are there, still, through and through, forgiving us for the wars and terror we have caused, forgiving us again and again for deeds we should not be forgiven for. They truly are our best friends, and if you waste that delicate friendship, you might as well die for them, as they would for you.
Thanks, Renee for some of the pictures. :)


We see mountains grow from hills,
and trees grow tall.
We feel years go on,
only to grow old and fall.
Our howls echo,
through the tall trees.
They bounce off the mountains,
and are carried on the breeze.
The Native Americans respect us,
regard us as sacred and wise.
They see a piece of themselves,
when they gaze into our eyes.
This all may no longer be,
for our fight has begun.
We wish not to live,

in fear of hunters guns.

Thanks again, Renee, that was on your page :)