Nubbs is a war-dog in Iraq who was taken in by a Marine. The Marine loved the dog, and because the dog's ears had been cut off, he named him "Nubbs." Nubbs loved his master more and more each day.
The Marine found out that Nubbs's ears had purposely been cut off by an Iraqi to make him able to endure the harshness of war. The dog had run away from his master. This enraged the Marine. He kept Nubbs as a pet, and did not whatsoever return him to the Iraqi.
The Marine went off to fight 70 miles away from where Nubbs was staying. One day, Nubbs got away and ran across 70 miles of desert to reach his master. The two were again reunited quite soon.
The love in the abused dog drove him over that scorching desert; he had perhaps never known such love before. It is another Homeward Bound story, only this really happened and there really is a dog named Nubbs.
Nubbs is now staying in a safe place while the Marine goes on to fight. Someday, maybe, they will be reunited again--but this time forever. I'm sure Nubbs anticipates that day.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Whoops.....Changed Around
Meakies Cat Chow have been changed to Meakies Cat Treats for your cat's safety. We fear that someone may accidentally feed their cat to many of these and make them sick. With crunchy treats, cats will be less likely to eat so many because their owners will not feed them as much.
Thank-you for your understanding,
~Cassidy Deardorff, Paws & Hooves Director
Thank-you for your understanding,
~Cassidy Deardorff, Paws & Hooves Director
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Meakies--the all new Cat Chow!!!
Paws & Hooves Meakies are a delicious delight for all cats!! It is a dry cat food, made of only products that are agreeable with any cat's stomach. It has all the proper nutrients in it, such as Vitamin A, D, Achidonic Acid, and Taurine; it has not, however, been tested as a food that can be fed to cats all the time as their life-long diet. It must, therefore, be fed with store-bought cat food all the time, for we don't know what may happen if you don't do so, and don't plan to find out (or at least for awhile, and certainly not on our cats). Maybe someday it can be the healthiest food for your cat!!! One more question: Why is it called Meakies? Because they are basically meat cookies!!
Peruvian Paso Portrait Print
A new product is being inducted into Paws & Hooves!!! The Peruvian Paso Portrait Print!! It is a beautiful piece of artwork, depicting a Spanish-and-Peruvian-bred Peruvian Paso horse. The print is captured as a side-view, and the horse has an extremely long forelock and mane. Because this is a new print, it will be lower than the Morgan print as far as cost....but this can end unexpectedly, so buy yours now!!!
Upcoming.....Photos!!!
I have decided to update this site by placing photos of each product in the 'For Sale' aisle.....this may take awhile. For the art, I will be placing "Sample" across the page, so hopefully noone will copy and paste them onto Microsoft Word or Wordperfect, etc., therefore stealing it. So look out...here they come!!!
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wild and Free!
I guess you could say that the motto of Paws & Hooves is the saying to the right written by Edwin Way Teale, "Those who wish to pet and baby wild animals, "love" them. But those who respect their natures and wish to let them live normal lives, love them more."
In the beginning of time, about 6,000 years ago, God created the animals and man. They lived in harmony. Then, man's sin separated this harmony, and many animals went wild. They remained this way for centuries.
Finally, people decided to take over. They took animals from their homes because they wanted a "pet." They dressed the animals up in doll clothing. The animals were not made for this. And so, Paws & Hooves presents to you the message the wild things wish to give to everyone:
I want to live FREE!!!
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Bridget, a Hero Dog
Bridget was brought to an animal shelter with her eight puppies because her owner could not find homes for them. Her owner gave the mother dog away because she had no need for her, and to help with the puppies. She did not want her back.
Immediately the dogs were checked for diseases, then placed in a pen. The mother dog was named Bridget, an unwanted dog who would someday become a hero.
Bridget seemed awfully alert. She watched everyone that went by, licking customer's hands as they reached through the bars to pet her; the slightest sound could make her alert, and this was what one of the animal shelter staff was looking for: a dog who was very alert.
She called the PPPP, a prison organization for training dogs. The dogs would be given to prisoners to train, so that they might have something to do. PPPP was looking for seizure-alery dogs--these dogs were very valuable in that they could sense when a human was about to have a seizure up to twenty minutes before it happen. You see, people with seizures tend to move around uncontrollably with jerky movements. Because they have absolutely no warning as to when a seizure will happen, they often jerk so much that they seriously injure themselves on things such as tables or other hard objects. If they are able to lie down and wait for the seizure, they do not get a hurt, and it is this that seizure-alert dogs do--they warn people prior to a seizure so that the person may lay down and wait for it to come. Scientists say that these dogs are so sensitive, they can sense a change in air pressure and perhaps changes of the human body, and therefore can warn their masters of an oncoming seizure. Unfortunately, this cannot be taught to the dog, but rather the dog inherits that ability, and so there are very, very few seizure-alert dogs and a very, very long waiting line of people. Perhaps Bridget would become a seizure-alert dog.
The staff member had Bridget spayed and sent to the PPPP. She was given to a woman named Sally (not her real name) to be trained, and to see if Bridget could really sense seizures, because Sally was among the many that are prone to seizures. Sally loved Bridget, and she took good care of her. One day Bridget began acting very weird and barking in a tone she never used before. Sally believed it to be a warning of an oncoming seizure. She laid down in a safe place. Sure enough, a few minutes later she had a seizure.
And so Bridget was a seizure-alert dog, a very valuable dog in deed.
Miles away, a man was in his home watching television with his wife when he saw a commercial about seizure-alert dogs. Because he had about four to five seizures a month, and no warning of their coming, he decided to call the number on the screen and ask for one. He was told that he would have to be added to the waiting list, because there were already others awaiting a seizure-alert dog. The man agreed, and went on with living, waiting for a seizure-alert dog.
One and a half years later, the man was phoned by PPPP. "We have the dog for you," they said. "Please come down to meet her."
And so he did. When Bridget walked into the room, she went right over to the man and sat down beside him, as if she knew immediately that he was her master, the one to take her home. The meeting worked out, and it was arranged for Bridget to go home with the man. Although Sally was sad to see her go, she was happy that Bridget was going to a good home where she would be properly cared for.
And so started Bridget's heroic life. One day, when in the home of the man, she jumped up on him and pushed her nose under the newspaper he was reading. The man was inclined to lay down. He then had a seizure.
On Thanksgiving Day, the man went to his sister's house to enjoy Thanksgiving dinner. Bridget went along, and happily played with the youngsters. When it was time to go home, Bridget did not want to go. She barked in a tone she never used, spinning in circles, and refused to leave the house. Her master scolded her, and took her into the car. He figured she simply did not want to leave. About a block down the road, the man had a seizure, and it was then that they realized what Bridget had been trying to do.
Now, Bridget is a happy dog in a happy family. Her master can go wherever he wants, because when he is in a car, he will not wreck, and when he is in a restaurant or store, he will not be embarrassed by his seizure, but can rather quietly slip into the bathroom and have it there. He takes Bridget everywhere, and she has qualified to be a working dog. She wears a pack on her back that reads on the sides, "Don't pet me, I'm working." When told Bridget cannot enter a store, her master simply pulls the dog's I.D. from her pack and they are let through.
And so ends the story of a shelter dog--homeless and helpless--who became a hero in the end.
Immediately the dogs were checked for diseases, then placed in a pen. The mother dog was named Bridget, an unwanted dog who would someday become a hero.
Bridget seemed awfully alert. She watched everyone that went by, licking customer's hands as they reached through the bars to pet her; the slightest sound could make her alert, and this was what one of the animal shelter staff was looking for: a dog who was very alert.
She called the PPPP, a prison organization for training dogs. The dogs would be given to prisoners to train, so that they might have something to do. PPPP was looking for seizure-alery dogs--these dogs were very valuable in that they could sense when a human was about to have a seizure up to twenty minutes before it happen. You see, people with seizures tend to move around uncontrollably with jerky movements. Because they have absolutely no warning as to when a seizure will happen, they often jerk so much that they seriously injure themselves on things such as tables or other hard objects. If they are able to lie down and wait for the seizure, they do not get a hurt, and it is this that seizure-alert dogs do--they warn people prior to a seizure so that the person may lay down and wait for it to come. Scientists say that these dogs are so sensitive, they can sense a change in air pressure and perhaps changes of the human body, and therefore can warn their masters of an oncoming seizure. Unfortunately, this cannot be taught to the dog, but rather the dog inherits that ability, and so there are very, very few seizure-alert dogs and a very, very long waiting line of people. Perhaps Bridget would become a seizure-alert dog.
The staff member had Bridget spayed and sent to the PPPP. She was given to a woman named Sally (not her real name) to be trained, and to see if Bridget could really sense seizures, because Sally was among the many that are prone to seizures. Sally loved Bridget, and she took good care of her. One day Bridget began acting very weird and barking in a tone she never used before. Sally believed it to be a warning of an oncoming seizure. She laid down in a safe place. Sure enough, a few minutes later she had a seizure.
And so Bridget was a seizure-alert dog, a very valuable dog in deed.
Miles away, a man was in his home watching television with his wife when he saw a commercial about seizure-alert dogs. Because he had about four to five seizures a month, and no warning of their coming, he decided to call the number on the screen and ask for one. He was told that he would have to be added to the waiting list, because there were already others awaiting a seizure-alert dog. The man agreed, and went on with living, waiting for a seizure-alert dog.
One and a half years later, the man was phoned by PPPP. "We have the dog for you," they said. "Please come down to meet her."
And so he did. When Bridget walked into the room, she went right over to the man and sat down beside him, as if she knew immediately that he was her master, the one to take her home. The meeting worked out, and it was arranged for Bridget to go home with the man. Although Sally was sad to see her go, she was happy that Bridget was going to a good home where she would be properly cared for.
And so started Bridget's heroic life. One day, when in the home of the man, she jumped up on him and pushed her nose under the newspaper he was reading. The man was inclined to lay down. He then had a seizure.
On Thanksgiving Day, the man went to his sister's house to enjoy Thanksgiving dinner. Bridget went along, and happily played with the youngsters. When it was time to go home, Bridget did not want to go. She barked in a tone she never used, spinning in circles, and refused to leave the house. Her master scolded her, and took her into the car. He figured she simply did not want to leave. About a block down the road, the man had a seizure, and it was then that they realized what Bridget had been trying to do.
Now, Bridget is a happy dog in a happy family. Her master can go wherever he wants, because when he is in a car, he will not wreck, and when he is in a restaurant or store, he will not be embarrassed by his seizure, but can rather quietly slip into the bathroom and have it there. He takes Bridget everywhere, and she has qualified to be a working dog. She wears a pack on her back that reads on the sides, "Don't pet me, I'm working." When told Bridget cannot enter a store, her master simply pulls the dog's I.D. from her pack and they are let through.
And so ends the story of a shelter dog--homeless and helpless--who became a hero in the end.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
