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My Blue Heeler AKA Australian Cattle Dog AKA Baddest Dog this side of the Mississippi

dogsamazing:

My Blue Heeler AKA Australian Cattle Dog AKA Baddest Dog this side of the Mississippi

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hojasenblanco:

Dangerous wolf

Big Bad Wolf, indeed.

gishkishenh:

hojasenblanco:

Dangerous wolf

Big Bad Wolf, indeed.

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phototoartguy:

Puppy’s First Visit To The Beach Will Make All Other Dog Photos Out There Irrelevant

This little fella’s name is Champ. He’s a 9-week-old golden retriever that went to the beach for the first time in Hagar Township on Lake Michigan.

Photograher Patrick Holthof

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My sleepy dog.

My sleepy dog.

"Parker, it’s bedtime!" I come in the room to find her curled up in my spot reluctant to budge an inch. I swear, if I would let her sleep on my head, she would do so happily. She’s ridiculous and adorable. #petsitting #dog

"Parker, it’s bedtime!" I come in the room to find her curled up in my spot reluctant to budge an inch. I swear, if I would let her sleep on my head, she would do so happily. She’s ridiculous and adorable. #petsitting #dog

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I heard bunnies scream today when my dog found their bunny hole. The momma and 2 babies came running out. I saved another one that fallen in a little hole, but my dog killed one baby bunny.

I held one of the little ones in my hands for a bit to keep it safe from my dog. He had his eyes open and had adorable little ears.

We released 2 babies in my neighbor’s yard where we saw the momma go. Hopefully they will all find each other again.

The sound of the scream is still bothering me. I know it’s nature, and my dog was just being a dog. But it still makes me sad.

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#snow #bird #dog #paw #prints #winter #tn

#snow #bird #dog #paw #prints #winter #tn

tyleroakley:

do-not-toy-with-my-emotions:

Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month. The day after she passed away my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so, and she dictated these words: Dear God,Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. I hope you will play with her. She likes to swim and play with balls. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her. Love, MeredithWe put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’ Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note: Dear Meredith, Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I recognized her right away. Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by. Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find. I am wherever there is love. Love, God Don’t say you’re too busy to reblog this.

TEARS.

So sweet. 

tyleroakley:

do-not-toy-with-my-emotions:

Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month. The day after she passed away my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so, and she dictated these words: 

Dear God,

Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. 

I hope you will play with her. She likes to swim and play with balls. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her. 

Love, Meredith

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.

Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’ Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note: 

Dear Meredith, 

Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I recognized her right away. 

Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by. 

Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find. I am wherever there is love. 

Love, God 

Don’t say you’re too busy to reblog this.

TEARS.

So sweet. 

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