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What a fab poem and a loving life he had with you. Sleep tight special lad.

Is that a Tesco special offer

Well I heard it was for a sack of Jaffa cakes and a case of Veggimite so count us in. 4Pawz&More Rescue

Well done Hannah she looks fantastic

I always look and offer help when I can just wish I was fitter so could take some more of the older/bigger ones for you.

Poor thing. Run free little one

Blimey not sure what's going on in my house today but reckon my lot must know it's Sunday and are all having a lie in Am to scared to move incase I disturb the peace

Eight-year old little Johnny asked his mother the age-old question: "Where did I come from?" His mother told him, "God sent you." "And my cousin Matt?" "He sent him also" said the mother. "Did God send you, too?" asked little Johnny. "Yes, dear," the mother replied. "Did God send dad, too?" asked little Johnny. "Yes, dear," the mother replied. "What about Grandma and Grandpa?" Johnny persisted. "He sent them also" the mother said. "Did He send their parents, too?" little Johnny asked. "Yes, dear, He did," said the mother patiently. "So you're telling me that there has been NO s e x in this family for 200 years? . . . .

Awww bless him he's camera shy

Thank you all for following up on this I knew when I read the article this would be the place to get something done.Sadly as already stated it is to late for these little pups but fingers croseed it will help others not ending up with the same fate.

Wondered what this was going to be Fab pics

Awww bless him he's one lucky lad.What is it with some people would they pts their child if it happened to them.Grrrrrr

I did the same seems they have a had a few calls now about him.

A dog owner who drowned a litter of puppies has been cleared of animal cruelty because experts were unable to prove that they suffered more than if they had been put down by a vet. John Wooligan, 47, of Whitehaven, Cumbria, decided to kill the seven 10-day-old Staffordshire Bull terriers because their yapping "got on his nerves". advertisement He dropped the puppies into a water-filled plastic box, then placed a second box on top to prevent them escaping. Wooligan declined to give evidence at Whitehaven Magistrates' Court, but acknowledged the killings in an interview with the RSPCA. "They were yapping all day long," he said. "They were really getting on my nerves and their mother was rejecting them. I did not know whether I could look after seven puppies. "I panicked. My head went funny and I just drowned them. I couldn't help myself. "I thought it was wrong after I did it." He claimed to have contacted eight animal welfare organisations in search of help. Referring to the RSPCA, he added: "I even rang you lot and nobody could help me. I could not cope with seven puppies". Keith Thomas, prosecuting, said the act of drowning the puppies had caused them unnecessary suffering. But David Roberts, defending, claimed there was no evidence that such young puppies could experience pain. His view was supported by Steven Lomax, a vet with 28 years' experience, who told the court: "I have heard no evidence to hear that the drowning of a puppy is inhumane." Have your say here http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml...0/ndrown120.xml

He looks fab well done to you

Thats great news

Yesterday we went to the RSPCA fundraisng day.Hoping of course to raise some funds and promote the rescue and we certainly did that in the ring It was fab to see so many of our owners and dogs there. This is Sabrina (Tanya's pup) with her family Sandy (Bannanaman) and his lads Our Matt who won a prize last year and has been such a scaredy little fella but today won 5 rosettes and a plack :banana: Max (one of the 3 lab/dane x pups)went in to the "dog in best condition" class and won first prize! First class and first prize -He also won another couple of rosettes in some other classes too. Here's Steve his dad looking properly proud of our lad! Wish did us proud, winning 2x 4th-place rosettes (for best rescue bitch and bitch the judge would most like to take home). She was great as she has almost certainly never been in such crowds with so many dogs around.Here she is with her foster mum Ali Ali with Wish winning her rosette The crowning glory of the day was our lad Beanie (Bjorn) .It was his first time out yesterday and he did so well .At the end of the day I heard Ali say she was entering some best rescue thing so at last min decided to take Beanie in for it.We got in the ring and I then discovered it was the RSPCA regional semi finals for dog of the year sponsered by Butchers & the Sunday Express and to our surprise he was placed third So whe came home with a big bag of treats and a big yellow rosette and I got a finalists Tshirt.Am so proud of him. Doing the down Congratulation kisses All tuckered out And of course it was fantastic to see our Zippy Bisbow & Zippy Zippy and his new family http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j72/fourpawzandmore/fun14.jpg

Awww they are looking good.Well done Sarah and foster mum

Me to sounds all full of life and fun ready for anything with her mum

This is such a sad but lovely story we just had to share it with you all. :x Storm came to us as a rescue last year and was only with us a few weeks when we knew he was ill.Storm has a strain of sarcoma, its the fatal kind and was diagnosed back in October after having two biopsies. At that point he was given around 6 weeks to live, it was a devastating blow for us as we had only adopted Storm in August, from a lady who could not cope with him and his behaviour problems, and having had cancer 3 times myself I knew the pain and discomfort he would be in. I always think Storm thought of himself more as a human than a dog, and when he came to us he was treated like a well deserved dog. Storm was our first dog, my partner and I had adopted, so we knew there was going to be some hard work involved as Storm is 6 years old and probably the same size as me when he stands on his back legs! But he was never hard work, he was obedient, understanding, and my best friend. After Christmas, as you can imagine we were very surprised to still have storm with us, my partner and I felt that even though we knew we could not replace Storm we would like to get another dog, in fact a puppy. We was not sure how storm would feel about this, and we always said that storm would have to come first, due to being ill. So we adopted a puppy from 4Pawz I remember bringing the puppy home......he was so frightened in the car on the way home he was sick from both ends everywhere. When I brought him inside, both of us being covered in his sick, I placed him on the floor so that I could get a towel, and when I turned around, there was storm, cleaning Lewis like it was his duty. In fact the two have become like father and son. Its the most amazing relationship I have ever seen. Lewis can be a right handful for Storm, but storm never moans, never tells Lewis off, he showers Lewis with kisses all the time, he cleans him when he has been out side, and gives up his favourite bones and balls for him. He never growls at Lewis when he tries to eat out of his food bowl as well as his own! The best thing is storm plays like he has never played before! its so wonderful to watch and makes us laugh all the time, when storm has his mad half hour and acts the same age as Lewis, as big as he is, he is jumping round the garden chasing Lewis, my partner and I fall about laughing. We have to take it day by day with storm. There are days when he does not want to move about much, (please don't get me wrong, storm is not in any pain yet, and I take him to the vets for a weekly check up to make sure of this) I m sure Lewis has kept him going longer on that fact alone( every time we see the vet, they are very surprised and amazed he is still alive). It will be devastating for Lewis when storm eventually does pass away, and we intend to get another dog immediately when he does. We know we can never replace him but with Lewis being so young, it will be like loosing a best friend and a parent for him which we feel could have a real affect on him at this age, we know it would affect us. So I keep in contact with Stevie & Pauline as I will be returning for my third dog........ Bonnie and Ian

Oh no we are doomed she has found us Are there two peeps with the same name then Hope family ok and you are all feeling better

Better have a cuppa ready and the hankies or maybe a glass of wine and large brandy.Which ever it is we hope you can sit back and relax for a few mins and enjoy. Our lads story http://www.onetruemedia.com/my_shared?z=5b...medium=text_url

When you have to visit a public loo there is invariably a line of women, you smile politely and take your place, it finally gets to your turn, you check for feet under the cubicle doors. Everyone is occupied.....but eventually a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the cubicle. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your knickers! The dispenser for the modern "seat covers" is handy, but empty. You would hang your handbag on a door hook, if there was one, but there isn't-so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, yank down your knickers, and assume "The Position." In this position your ageing, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Position." To take your mind off your trembling thighs for a moment you reach for — horror of horrors — an empty toilet paper dispenser. Your thighs start to shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your handbag which is now burning your neck & shoulders with the weight. So you contort your arm into a very Unnatural position and start to fumble around in the deep dark depths of your handbag for that small crumpled 'used' tissue no bigger than your thumbnail. Someone pushes your door and because the latch doesn't work it hits Your head which is bent over from holding the hanging handbag, and you Start to topple backward. "Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door and drop the precious, tiny, crumpled tissue you had only just retrieved with your index finger into an unknown puddle on the floor.......if that isn't enough you lose your balance altogether and gravity pulls you down ...... directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet, of course, you bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ & life form that lives on the uncovered seat. By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose into the bowl which sprays a fine mist of water that covers your bum and runs down your legs along with the various life forms and down into your dishevelled knickers which have now dropped down to your ankles. The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too. At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe yourself with a piece of gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out conspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the taps, so you run your hands underneath it grateful for the 2 drops there, than around the basin itself. You go to the towel dispenser past the line of women still waiting, where of course there are no paper towels so you move over to the hand blower, which, yes you've guessed it, also doesn't work. You are no longer able to smile politely to the women, but there is an unspoken understanding between you all. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out that you have a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the Men's. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your handbag hanging around your neck?" This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with public loo's. It also finally explains to the men what really does take us so long and also answers their other commonly asked question about why women go to the loo in pairs. It's so the other one can hold the door, hang onto your handbag and hand you Kleenex under the door!

This is an actual letter sent to the brand manager of Proctor and Gamble...AN OPEN LETTER TO MR. JAMES THATCHER, BRAND MANAGER, PROCTER & GAMBLE. - - - - Dear Mr. Thatcher, I have been a loyal user of your Always maxi pads for over 20 years, and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi-pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a littleF-16 in my pants. Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from "the curse"? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my "time of the month" is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call "an inbred hillbilly with knife skills." Isn't the human body amazing? As brand manager in the feminine- hygiene division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customers 'monthly visits from Aunt Flo. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's balls into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy! The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in capri pants. Which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: "Have a Happy Period." Are you f---ing kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness - is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick freak girl, there will never be anything "happy" about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Nurofen and Kalms and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Asda armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory. For the love of God, pull your head out, man. If you just have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like "Put Down the Hammer" or "Vehicular Manslaughter Is Wrong"? Or are you just picking on us? Sir, please inform your accounting department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flexi-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending crap. And that's a promise I will keep. Always. Best, Wendi Aarons Austin , TX

Zippy has come on in leaps and bounds in the 11 mths we have had him.Never in our wildest dreams did we expect him to do so well and it's all down to his courage and being born a brave little fighter. We are proud to say that he is off to the RVC next Wednesday for his final check up then fingers crossed he can be officially adopted No I am not going