Animal abuse

Lately, many people and dogs have been talking about animal abuse all around the world. From letting them outside unsupervised to hurting them really badly. Im lucky enough to have a fantastic family that would never do that to me, but some of my furry friends know other canines that had that problem. I am trying to prevent animal abuse by writing poems for those specific dogs in the world(Ill post some at the end). I will think of you every day.


1.Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Animals need to be loved,
Not to be abused


2.Afraid
Bad
U cannot and will not
Severe damage
Everyone feels bad when they do it

 3.Animals cannot talk so for them we must speak

They are poor and helpless and weak

They cannot care for themselves or get their own water and food

Please don't hit me again I promise to be good

Don't leave me tied to this tree

I need freedom to roam can't you see

I have never hurt you so what is it I have done

I only want to play and have a little fun

I am an animal but I can feel pain too

Please don't abuse me I just want to love you

4.Living a life full of fear,
a life of cruelty.
The animals that suffer,
have no voice to tell you.
They are beaten,
have to fight for food,
or die for their fur.
They are being abused,
in on of the many 
cruel and disrespectful ways
of animal cruelty.
The animals suffer,
more then the eye can see.
Look into their eyes,
and see the pain inside.
Some people are blind,
to blind to see they need help.
Animals are in need
of those that believe in them.
people who give them good homes,
and protect them 
for as long as they live.

5.I haven’t seen anyone for days.

My bones ache for attention,

As I see you walk away.

It didn’t use to be that way.

I guess I got to be too much to handle

As I now sit alone in my deserted land.

I have no voice of my own.

I need you to speak for me.

The days are long as I waste away.

Nowhere to go, I pull at the chains,

Welts at my neck, blood, misery and pain.

Can anybody speak for me?

As hunger rots my core, I wonder where you are,

And why you have left me here to suffer.

What agony did I cause to deserve this punishment?

Can anybody speak for me?

Do you even remember my name?

When your pellets silence my

Howling cries in the night?

With not even a grassy patch

To rest my weary head upon,

Dirt is all that remains from my constant pacing.

Can someone please speak for me?

I lay here dying and unloved.

As I am being tossed away with the banana peels

And other gluttonous garbage,

I needed you to speak for me.

Please don't cry

these poems are true

U can help stop animal abuse,too

2 Weeks!

My Dear Friends,
It is now officially two weeks until my dear friend Ellie Dog comes to visit me! While she's here, we're going to have a birthday party for me. With lots of food. And presents. And walks.
We're also going to celebrate Thanksgiving!

Two Weeks!

Yours Sincerely,

BARNABAS

The most Delicious doggy in the Entire world

Oddly Enough...

Dear My Beloved Sidekicks,
I am sorry for the delay in my posting, but I have been going in the black carriage that could roll forever to a country which had lumps on every inch of it!  I had no idea what the huge lumps were that rose out of the ground but we rode into them and soon we arrived at our tree.

At least I THINK it was a tree, because the whole of it was wood. I ate, slept, and was refreshed. For the rest of the week, I ate and slept too, not just this one night for those who are concerned, and I tagged along to cities, towns, and the hikes where we explored the lumps.

By now, looking back on the trip, I don't think the lumps were bruises or stings, as they, although green or grey in color, didn't ooze anything as injuries often do. I loved trying all the new food, although I only got bits of bacon etc, and I am much rounder around the waist, which OBVIOUSLY means I am getting more muscular!

Toodles!

(or should I say "Poodles!" :~)

-The Great Puggle

No name

Making videos with my masters,

Fun

Sleeping,

Fun

Going in water,

Not as much fun

Getting pet

Very Funnnnnnn

  I am deeply sorry that I have not been posting as much. I have  been having a lot of "tail wagging" adventures lately. Ive recently been more famous than I was before because I am now in a very popular show called Mias Memories. Its one one of my masters blogs. I was eavesdropping while they replayed the video once. It looks sooooo cool!!! Ill try to post more!

My stupendous patterned bed

   Lately, what I've been doing is what I usually do, sleep. The reason I sleep at this time of day is because it is so rainy in the summer! If I can't go outside, then the only choice I have is to go to bed. My bed is really hard to explain. It's like a light brown with a bunch of patterns on it. Hmm, I guess it isn't very hard to explain. When masters, Sadie and Mia come downstairs early, they start to rub my belly in my perfectly perfect bed.

  I love that...

                                                                         See it?!?!


                              Sincerely,

Goodbye!



My Favorite Time of Day

Everyday, my masters, Mia and Sadie wake up real early and scratch my belly.

I like this.

Then, later, it's breakfast time, and I go under the kitchen table for crumbs.

I like this time too.

Then, later, every one sits around a big, big table which they don't eat on. They put paper and stuff on the table. We are all together.

I like this time.

A little while later, my masters go to different floors and do things. I wait and wait, because soon is my favorite time of day.


Finally, I sit on my favorite cushion and everyone gathers in the room with my cushion. They bark in thier weird tongue while reading a.... bok? I think I ate one once.

They eat their snacks, give me some, and pet me.


This is my favorite time of day.

I like it more that any other time of day.

Even meals,

and massage times,

and every other time.


Good bye!

Unusual Exercising

   Since we moved to this alien planet, my masters have been taking me on about 4 walks a day! That's a lot for a dog. Well, not for a dog, for me. I have been busy barking and looking at unusual things so I don't have any pictures up.  Hopefully I will be able to stop being so obsessed with that, that I can put some up eventually.  Still, I do like to explore this new alien planet.  I can tell you, though, that some things I have been seeing are new people, a great variety of bikes (who knew there could be so many!), and a lot of tulips and windmills.  The weather's not always cheery, though - it's sometimes very dreary, so - because there's so much rain. My masters have been doing a lot more exploring than me, though. But I get to see new things even if I want to stay in my comfy home and in bed.





     P.S. This photo was not taken by me, but I think looked a lot like my new alien world.

Hope ur having a good summer so far!

Fear

I hate plane rides.

No matter what I'm in a plane for, I don't care. I hate planes. I simply loathe them.

Where did this hatred come from? It all started a few weeks ago, when I was shipped like baggage, like furniture, like a vase!... to the unknown, which is where I live now. How embarrassing it was to be sick and nauseous, packed tightly in between all the luggage, moaning and groaning, with nobody to here. Was nobody going to help me?

Within half an hour or so, I was out cold. Perhaps it was all the bouncing, or perhaps it was the trauma. Maybe it was the sleeping medicine my masters gave me. Whatever the reason, I was unconscious until i heard something loud. It was pitch black and the walls that were closing in on me and the groaning were my only friends. I sat trembling and cold, and that was how the workers found me when the noise stopped an hour later.

I later realized the the sound was the engine, and that I was in the cargo place, but then I was too scared to think. I, against my will, was knocked out again, (the medicine hadn't worn off) and when I woke I heard noise.

Loud noise.

Very loud noise.

But this noise was happy. It was good noise. My masters had come for me! I raced out side and they embraced me, gallant hero that I am. We went home to a place with my cushion and I ate and was merry.

But it didn't last. The next day they left me. I thought I heard the engine again and the walls were closing in on me. I could still smell the fear inside my crate- the same crate that had I had been in in the terrible journey, I moaned and moaned- but nobody heard me.

They came back. They always did. I was too scared to remember it. Later, I heard my masters talking with the lady next door who had heard my moaning. Odd- I had thought that I was completely alone- but my masters were grim after that. When they looked at me they looked at my issues, and not my adorable face.

Later I would realize that a chapter had passed- I had separation anxiety.

Excitement Is Still In The Air

  Over the past couple weeks, I have been settling in pretty well with my new home. But when I came for the very first time, I was too excited to see my family. I haven't seen my male master in soooo long!!!!!!!!!! I jumped up and down on each of them barking and smiling(Of course they couldn't see it because they were to busy petting me). I walked in every room, smelling everything I could see. Wait, how do I get back to the kitchen??!! They have been taking me on a lot more walks for me and them to explore. It's been pretty rainy here. Back in my old place, it didn't rain as much as it did here. But I guess it doesn't matter. I will post more often since I have a lot of things to tell you!


            P.S. I am sorry I didnt post any pictures. I will next time though! Im having too much fun in this new place!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Devilish Me

One Halloween, my people kept on insisting that I get a costume and go "trick-or-treating" with them. My mother finally agreed, and she went to the store and bought me a very cheap devil costume. At first my people were upset - they had wanted a cute costume - but then they realized that I can be cute in anything.   It turned out that I was a big hit. Just today, master Sadie dressed me up in it again. I a proud to say that I looked very charming.

Pretty hot, eh?

Oh yeah! That's what I call handsome.

Hehe... well I have no idea how she got that picture...

Travel

I always have been the handsome type.

That is one thing I do not like: being locked in the porch at Grandma and Grandpa's because the little kids don't seem to like me!

I am very protective of my masters.

Well I don't usually bark, that must have been a very special circumstance...

Me in paradise (before I moved)

Travel is so scary! Just yesterday I was stuffed in my crate for 9 hours, loaded roughly into the bottom of a plane, and then stuck right there, in my crate, away from Auntie Em, surrounded by other dogs who were incredibly rude and undignified!! Outrageous! All this after already being away from my masters for 2 weeks? Unbearable. You should have seen the look of joy on my face when my Daddy came to pick me up from the dirty warehouse I was waiting in! I was more happy than I have ever been in my whole entire life. But now I am at my new home, in some alien place. I am starting to get used to the the hard wooden floor - in my old house I had a rug that I would rest my tired rear on - the odd weather - it is always raining - and the much appreciated walks - I tend to get around 3 walks a day, now that there is this park across the street! I am very pleased with myself for undergoing all this change. I am also proud to be able to call myself an adventurer!

:(

In two days, it will have been a week that I have been away from my precious masters. Of course I've been away from them longer, like when they go to Palm Springs every year, but this time, I have a feeling that although we won't be away from each other for too long, a chapter has ended.

I know... I have very deep reflections for a puggle, but I am hyper-sensitive to change, and so I've been well, blue, but not literally! (I wouldn't change by soft brown coat for anything!) So, I've been at Paws in Paradise, living the good life, or well, as good as a good life can be without out my blessed food-givers!

Every day is the same, so I probably won't bother to post for a while. will these days actually change? I'm starting to doubt myself, and that is NOT a good thing!

My Confusing Week

This week has been a super confusing week. There are boxes everywhere! And a couple hours after masters left for surprisingly long, Mr. Benton and Eleanor(also one of my masters) came in to walk me and feed me. However the next day,  Mrs. Benton came in alone. Yes, the one who doesnt pet me, touch me or even look at me in my beautiful brown eyes. She didnt even know how to open the cage or put my leash on! Even I know how to do that. She didnt even have a bag when we went for a walk.(oops?)


                   Then that same morning, at about 10:00, my Auntie Emily arrived. At first I didn't know where I was going. But I hoped there would be people there! Then when I noticed dogs, I immediately knew it was the wonderful  "Paws In Paradise." From the conversation I heard, I was going to stay there for a whole 2 weeks! I couldn't wait to see my friends! Wish me luck!






                 Sent From Paws In Paradise

Another Story

As You know, i have been writing a lot of stories from my wonderful past. I have already wrote about some of them, and here is another one.

                                                      "My Wonderful Birthday"
A few months ago, I had my birthday. My wonderful birthday. I loved it because Sadie and Eleanor found a recipe, my now favorite recipe, the "Icy Paws Recipe." Its a bunch of treats scrunched together with peanut butter on top. But I had a good and bad part. The good part was I at least HAD one, and the bad part was i only got 1 of them.

I also invited some of my dog friends over, Cocoa and Mable, but my mother thought it would be too crazy to have 3 dogs in the house. Since Mable and Cocoa have not met each other yet, they thought that they would not be used to each other. So they didn't come. But I got to be let out of my cage early in the morning, which i was thankful for.

The best part was, I got ALMOST all the attention every single minute of the day. Except when they were gone. But when they WERE gone, I got to stay out of my cage. I got to be free of darkness.

 While they were gone, I got to play with my favorite toy, Monkey Wonkey. Its a monkey with a banana in its hand. I love it!!! That kept me very entertained while my magnificent family was gone. I am going to spend the rest of my day "partying" with my family.

The Mystery of my Past

Have you ever heard the story of my bull knuckle? Well,if you did,I would think you would want to hear it again.Well it it all started out on a sunny day. Mother(who apparently does like me)had given me the most delicious bull knuckle ever! I played with it every day until.. My prized possession was gone!!!!!!!! I went all over to look for it. I still could not find it!!!! I needed some serious help. I barked and barked until Mia came through the door and came to me. I led her where I always chewed it and started digging to get her attention. She went inside to tell everyone(or at least I thought she was doing that) All the kids ran outside with magnifying glasses in their hands. They did that for about 2 more days until I, the Brave,kind and independent puggle gave up. But they didn't. One afternoon,while Mia was walking to the swings,she tripped on something.It was my bull knuckle!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At that time,our neighbors with dogs didn't have a fence.So their dogs could just run into our yard and scratch every toy I own. Turns out, they buried it. This story was also a Story of how our neighbors got a new fence!!!!!!! And it lived forever until Mother put it in the trash can. THE END(for now)

Back from Paws

Today I came back from paws and paradise. But actually it's not paradise anymore. It's gotten old after awhile.i miss my family. Besides, every dog left before I did. I just lay there,with nothing to do... But when I saw my family, I I literally jumped as high as I could.Well anyway,Right now I am sitting here,in my cage,with nothing to do while my wonderful family is eating dinner... I am pawwy sorry.i was thinking about eating those wonderful tacos that unfortunately, THEY are eating all of them. I bet there really full. It would be a miracle if they gave me 4 of those leftover tacos. Of course I would never get full of meat. But still, I wish they would. Anyway,I am going to spend the rest of the night thinking of how to grab the leftover tacos. Oh by the way, I got a new cage 2 weeks ago. It's like a mansion! It's so big I bet you would even think it was a mansion too!!!!!! You could put a 3 years worth of treats in there. I wish it had that many treats. But that would never happen either. So I need some time to think of those plans...

Confusion

Hello Friends,
Right now, life is a complete and utter confusion. First, my house fills up with huge cardboard boxes... apparently we're going to "move" whatever that means . Next, my masters leave on a trip so I go to a wonderful place called "Paws in Paradise".  I do love "Paws in Paradise", but I don't see why they just leave me there...
Well, then I get a new crate. It was so uncomfortable to sleep in a new crate at first, but then I started realizing how nice it was to have my own dark and  spacious "den". I tried to convince my masters that getting me a new crate was unnecessary, but they got it anyways, for the big move. I still do not understand why all these odd things are happening.
Most Sincerely,
The Dignified Barnabas

Happy Birthday Mother

Hello! I have great news! Today is my mother's birthday! And I would like to dedicate this post to her, (although I'm sure she wouldn't do the same for me.) Actually,  March 29 was her birthday, but anyway, it was her birthday.

I would be kind of happy if it was my birthday, because it is the day before my family comes home from somewhere, but I do like it here at Paws in Paradise.

I hope Mother has a happy birthday and sends food to me.

Happy birthday, Mother!

p.s Know what my favorite cake is? It's an icy paws cake with peanut butter icing and treats on top!

(Written by Ella, age 8)

My Delightful Misery

For the past week, I spent it at a kennel called "Paws In Paradise." I'm the real player at that place. Some OK players are Sherman and Barley. But I'm the one who is the most independent,tough little puggle. At least that's the good part about this place. I really miss my really nice family. Everyone gives me treats. They call me fat so they don't feed me as much anymore. But I'm probably the skinniest dog in the universe. They give me the most treats when I I sing with my beautiful voice.The kennel workers there praise me. They walk me, they feed me and they play with me. But they don't give me treats. Thats what I do NOT like about that place. Imagine me as a doggy that has never gotten a treat before. I would NOT ever be happy again. Well that is what my week has been like. See you later!!!

A Doggy Day

Today, I woke up from my warm, soft comfortable bed because of terrible howls. I yawn and go back to sleep: this is a typical day in my family.

When I wake up hours later, I am greeted by again the terrible sheet of whiteness. I am always in awe at the weird absurdity of my masters' yard; sometimes it is green,other times brown, and now, it is white.

I don't really care, I don't go walk in the enveloping white-ness very often, and though I know it is cold, I also know that I never, (hopefully) be asked to go in it. It also makes me more thankful for my warm, soft bed than ever before, because I never before had anything as cold before to compare it to.

My new toy has worked wonders in my life. Before the toy came, I sat all day in the sun when I was not eating, but now I get plenty of exercise racing around the house trying to get someone to play with me.

Today, my best friend in the whole wide world, (well actually I have tons of best friends, but since she gave me treats today she is the best friend I have now), Eleanor, came and brightened up my day.

She tossed me treats!

And she shook my hand.

Pictures of a Dog

Hullo. Just recently, I heard a a flash and then a most irritating bit of light appeared. I know why my masters torment me with this: they are trying to spread my image to the world. I know it could be considered thoughtful of them to try to share my beauty, but on days like this, when they capture my most embarrassing moments, I get annoyed.

Me cuddling w/ my new toy

Me singing

Look at all these delicious species that are just sitting there, waiting to be eaten!

Aren't I a darling when I sleep?

I DESPISE this picture. I'm sure that you would loathe it as much as I if you were DRAGGED onto a chair, and if half of your head was visually removed and if the remaining half was added to the other side of your head! 

My new toy

I just got a new toy from my friend Eleanor. I do not know what species it is,but it does look like a dog. Some of my masters thought it was a punching bag,(but its obvious that it is a animal!)