Merry Xmas 2018
Greetings and best wishes for a Merry Xmas from Wagga Wagga in New South Wales, Australia.
Stella- looking very special- in her Xmas dress.
Delta in her Xmas dress celebrating her 2md Xmas.
2018 has passed so quickly once again. Here we are at Xmas.
My beautiful " Sav" who is now 2 1/2 yrs old has grown into a very handsome & delightful young man who has sired already several gorgeous young puppies. He has been joined by the gorgeous brown " Delta" now aged 18 mths A little bundle of joy. She is an absolute character & " Sav" & " Delta" are the best of friends.
My beautiful " Stella", "Teddy","Georgia", "Sav" & " Delta" continue to make like a joy . I love them all so much. Added to the poodles are "Mother Puss" who manages the poodles so well, the chooks & now duck.s
Much of the year has been spent working with my friends- particularly Sue Ellis, Myriam, Marg, Wendy to make dog coatys, toys & other items for rescue dogs. To all those those have helped- a massive thank you.
This year has seen many friends come to visit & to enjoy their friendship & their treasured dogs. Some have suffered health problems and luckily are on the mend. I hope that as we all age gracefully, 2019 will truly be a very happy & healthy one. One in which we will continue our friendship.
My blessings to everyone for 2019.
Every year when Christmas comes
May joy be your gift at Xmas
& happiness, hope & love
Be your treasures in the New Year
Firstly I would like to share a beautiful Xmas story- one that exemplifies the true meaning of the Xmas spirit:
Martha's Christmas Miracle
Martha was sitting in her living room watching television this
Eve, alone as she had been for the last five years. All of her
children had married and moved to the four corners of the nation, her
youngest, a surgery resident at the Vet School across the state had
planned on coming home, but had been assigned to work the emergency
clinic and couldn't find a replacement. Martha told herself that
having Sally working to help the sick and injured animals this
Christmas Eve was worth being alone, besides, Sally would be driving
over for Christmas dinner the next afternoon.
All the animals had been fed and now were safely in either the kennel
building or lazily laying around the house. Martha had to stop to
think how many dogs she had at her house this Christmas, she sighed
when she realized there were 16. She did rescue and the number of
dogs was always changing with some dogs being adopted, and new
abandoned dogs coming in. Feeling verwhelmed by the number of dogs
she had and all the dogs still left in shelters to die because there
was no room for them in rescue, Martha seriously wondered if she
should stop working rescue. If she didn't have all these dogs, she
could have flown to any of her other children's homes for the
holidays to be with family. Besides, the heartbreak of seeing each
dog in such need was beginning to really weigh on her.
Tonight she had a new dog, brought home that day. Martha didn't
really plan on adding another dog but on her way home from the store
she saw a dog lying on the side of the road. Certain the dog was
dead, Martha stopped, to pick up the body and take it home for a
burial. As she got closer, she recognized the shell of an Alaskan
Malamute, the breed she rescued. Covered by cuts and festering
wounds, what fur was left was matted and filthy, it was so skinny
that laying there you could see each rib and it's hipbones were the
widest part of his body.
With tears in her eyes, mourning for what once had been a majestic
animal now reduced to almost a skeleton she reached down to give the
poor dog one last pat on the head. "Oh, you poor boy, what a way to
end your life. Well, at least I can name you and give you a decent
farewell." As her tears fell on the dog's head, one eye slowly opened
and the tail gave a single wag.
"You're alive! Everything will be OK now, I'll take you home and you
will have a soft bed and food tonight." She said, tears streaming
down her face, this time from happiness.
The rest of the afternoon was spent cleaning the dog's wounds and
making sure he was able to eat and drink water. Martha set up the
large run in the kennel building for him. A soft blanket and a thick
foam pad was to be his bed, fresh water and food beside him. Papers
for his 'necessary functions' were placed at the far end of the run.
He lay there watching every move she made.
Martha left the dog resting on his bed, somewhat surprised at the
reaction of the rest of the dogs in the kennel. Pandemonium usually
broke out with all the other dogs wooing and barking when a new dog
was brought in, tonight all the other dogs just stood and silently
watched as Martha cared for the new dog. Thankful the other dogs were
not disturbing the new boy, Martha went to the house to finish
preparations for tomorrow's dinner.
Later that evening Martha went down to the kennel to check on the new
boy and feed the other dogs. As she walked in the door the new boy
shakily stood to greet her. As she was straightening up the kennel
after feeding and exercising the dogs, she saw her microchip
reader. "Well, this will be a waste of time" she thought as she ran
the reader over the dog's body.
BEEP! The reader had located a chip! Writing the number down, she
hurried to the house to call the chip registry and report the found
dog. As she suspected on Christmas Eve, all she got was a machine.
Very late that night, the phone rang. Martha answered and a strange
voice was on the other end. "Did you find a dog with a microchip?"
"Yes, are you the registry needing more information? " Martha asked.
"No, the registry called us and told us you found our dog!" and then
the man broke down crying. After composing himself, he continued.
"The dog you found is BISS AM/CAN/INT CH Wasilla's Ice Sculpture,
WPD, WTD, WLD, TT, CGC but to us he is our heartdog, the love of our
life, Icy. Three years ago Icy was stolen from his exercise area in
our back yard. We did everything we could think of to find him, but
lately we had almost given up hope of ever seeing him again. This is
a miracle. We are leaving now to come pick him up. We are about 14
hours from you so we will see you and Icy in the morning."
Martha was crying, indeed it was a miracle! And the new dog now had a
name, his own name and his people were coming for him. What a
wonderful Christmas gift.
Martha hurried down to the kennel to let Icy know that his humans had
been found and they were on their way to take him home. As Martha
walked up to Icy's kennel he stood to greet her, "Icy, yes, I know
your name and I have spoken to your people.they' re coming to take
you home." As she was talking to Icy, she heard the old clock in the
building strike midnight.
Much to her amazement, Icy said "Thank you."
Martha thought, Now I am sure I have been around dogs too long, I
could swear I heard Icy speak.
Icy continued "Martha, yes I am talking to you in human language, you
see, at the stroke of midnight on Christmas Day, all animals can
speak. Let me tell you what happened to me today."
"I have been kept in a dark barn for a long time by some very mean
people who beat me and often forgot to feed me. Two days ago I found
a loose board on the barn and was able to escape. I walked as fast as
I could, looking for my people, or at least for some kind person to
feed me and give me a warm place to sleep before I died. I was in the
middle of a big field when I couldn't walk or even crawl any more, I
laid down, knowing I was about to cross to the Rainbow Bridge. As I
stepped onto the Bridge, an Angel came towards me."
"Icy," the Angel said "If you agree, He has a job for you before
cross the Bridge. There is a very kind human who needs you today to
restore her spirit."
"Of course I agreed to help a human -- that is what Malamutes do. The
Angel picked up my body and carried it to the side of a road and laid
it down. The next thing I remember is you were scratching my ear and
talking to me and your tears were falling on my face. You have cared
for me this day."
Martha heard a chorus of voices all about her. To her amazement she
was surrounded not only by her dogs, but dogs she had rescued and
sent on to forever homes, all voicing stories how Martha had cared
for them and restored them to health and loved them, thanking her for
The first Malamute Martha had rescued many years ago stepped to the
front of the gathering and said, "Martha, you took us in to your
home, cared for us, healed us both in body and spirit then, even
though it broke your heart, sent us on to our new forever families.
This gave us a life we would never have had without you. Others of us
here, never were adopted and lived out our lives with you, loved and
cared for as if we were your own dogs. In our hearts we are your
dogs. Thank you."
Then one small mixed breed puppy stepped forward from the back and
said, "Miss Martha, you never held me nor fed me, you see I am
speaking for all the shelter dogs and cats gathered here for which
you did all you could. We understand that you can't save us all, but
you read our shelter stories, knowing we would cross the Bridge
without knowing a home of our own, and you cried for us. We thank you
for that. You see, we knew you cared and loved us, too. And that love
helped us as we crossed. We thank you and all the other Rescuers for
that small act of love."
Icy looked at Martha and told her, "It is getting late and you will
many people here tomorrow to celebrate Christmas. And you have your
rescue work to continue. Our time to be able to talk to you is
growing short, but always remember what happened tonight. What you do
for the animals is a gift to us and to Him, the Father of us all.
Each of us, animals of every species, needs people like you. Please
keep on helping. You are doing the work of Angels."
At that point all of the dogs in unison said "Thank You," and their
voices blended into a joyous howl which echoed from the heavens to
the ends of the earth.
Humbly offered as a Christmas Gift to all who love animals
An Unlikely Angel
It was just before Christmas. An angry middle-aged man stood at the
True story of Rudolph (wonderful)
Now for some lighthearted humour about Xmas:
Tis the season to paws and remember
the holiday tails that gave us much pleasure.
They take us back to the days of our youth
When secrets were whispered and told as the truth.
Share these stories of merriment and glee
To make this holiday season the happiest it can be.
A Dog's Rules for Xmas
Puppy's First Xmas
Tonight’s my first night as a watchdog,
And here it is Christmas Eve.
The children are sleeping cosy upstairs,
While I’m guarding the stockings and tree.
What’s that now- footsteps on the rooftop?
Could it be a cat or mouse?
Who’s this down the chimney?
A thief with a beard-
And a sack for robbing the house?
I’m barkin’, I’m growlin’, I’m biting him.
He howls and jumps back in his sleigh.
I scare the strange horses, they leap in the air.
I’ve frightened the whole bunch away.
Now the house is all peaceful and quiet again.
The stockin’s are safe as can be.
Won’t the kiddies be glad when they wake up tomorrow?
And see how I’ve guarded the tree
You'd better not bark
You'd better not bite,
You'd better not scratch
The sofa tonight,
Santa Paws is coming to town........
You'd better not growl,
You'd better just purr,
You'd better not howl
Or shed lotsa fur,
Santa Paws is coming to town.....
He sees you in the kitchen,
He sees your every try
At secretively snitchin'
The very last piece of pie...
You'd better just know
The greeting he sends,
He's saying "Ho Ho"
To all his Best Friends,
Santa Paws is coming to town!
Wrapping Xmas presents - with puppies
1. Gather presents, boxes, paper, etc. in middle of living room floor.
2. Get tape back from puppy.
3. Remove scissors from older dog's mouth.
4. Open box.
5. Take puppy out of box.
6. Remove tape from older dog's mouth.
7. Take scissors away from puppy.
8. Put present in box.
9. Remove present from puppy's mouth.
10. Put back in box after removing puppy from box.
11. Take scissors from older dog and sit on them.
12. Remove puppy from box and put on lid.
13. Take tape away from older dog.
14. Unroll paper.
15. Take puppy OFF box.
16. Cut paper being careful not to cut puppy's foot or nose that is getting in the way as he "helps."
17. Let puppy tear remaining paper.
18. Take puppy off box.
19. Wrap paper around box.
20. Remove puppy from box & take wrapping paper from its mouth.
21. Tell older dog to fetch the tape so he will stop stealing it.
22. Take scissors away from puppy.
23. Take tape older dog is holding.
24. Quickly tape one spot before taking scissors from older dog & sitting on them again.
25. Fend off puppy trying to steal tape & tape another spot.
26. Take bow from older dog.
27. Go get roll of wrapping paper puppy ran off with.
28. Take scissors from older dog who took them when you got up.
29. Give pen to older dog to hold so he stops licking your face.
30. Remove puppy from present & hurriedly slap tape on to hold the paper on.
31. Take now soggy bow from puppy & tape on since the sticky stuff no longer sticks.
32. Take pen from older dog, address tag & affix while puppy tries to eat pen.
33. Grab present before puppy opens it & put it away.
34. Clean up mess puppy & older dog made playing tug-of-war with remnants of wrapping paper.
35. Put away rest of wrapping supplies & tell dogs what good helpers they are.
Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at the
McAllister Mall in Saint John. The child climbed up on his lap, holding a
picture of a little girl.
Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling. "Your friend?
"Yes, Santa,' he replied. "My sister, Sarah, who is very sick," he said
Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw her
dabbing her eyes with a tissue. "She wanted to come with me to see you, oh,
so very much, Santa!" the child exclaimed. "She misses you," he added
Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy's face, asking
him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas.
When they finished their visit, the grandmother came over to help the child
off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but halted.
"What is it?" Santa asked warmly.
"Well, I know it's really too much to ask you, Santa, but.." the old woman
began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa's elves to collect the
little gift which Santa gave all his young visitors.
"The girl in the photograph... My granddaughter well, you see ... She has
leukemia and isn't expected to make it even through the holidays," she said
through tear-filled eyes. "Is there any way, Santa, any possible way that
you could come see Sarah? That's all she's asked for, for Christmas, is to
Santa blinked and swallowed hard and told the woman to leave information
with his elves as to where Sarah was, and he would see what he could do.
Santa thought of little else the rest of that afternoon. He knew what he had
to do. "What if it were MY child lying in that hospital bed, dying," he
thought with a sinking heart, "This is the least I can do."
When Santa finished visiting with all the boys and girls that evening, he
retrieved from his helper the name of the hospital where Sarah was staying.
He asked the assistant location manager how to get to the hospital.
"Why?" Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his face.
Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah's grandmother earlier that
"C'mon.....I'll take you there." Rick said softly. Rick drove them to the
hospital and came inside with Santa.
They found out which room Sarah was in. A pale Rick said, he would wait out
in the hall.
Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door and saw
little Sarah in the bed.
The room was full of what appeared to be her family; there was the
grandmother and the girl's brother he had met earlier that day. A woman whom
he guessed was Sarah's mother stood by the bed, gently pushing Sarah's thin
hair off her forehead. And another woman who he discovered later was Sarah's
aunt, sat in a chair near the bed with a weary sad look on her face. They
were talking quietly, and Santa could sense the warmth and closeness of the
family, and their love and concern for Sarah.
Taking a deep breath, and forcing a smile on his face, Santa entered the
room, bellowing a hearty, "Ho, Ho, Ho!"
"Santa!" shrieked little Sarah, weakly as she tried to escape her bed to run
to him IV tubes intact.
Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm hug.
A child the tender age of his own son -- 9 years old -- gazed up at him with
wonder and excitement. Her skin was pale and her short tresses bore telltale
bald patches from the effects of chemotherapy. But, all he saw when he
looked at her was a pair of, huge blue eyes. His heart melted, and he had to
force himself to choke back tears. Though his eyes were riveted upon Sarah's
face, he could hear the gasps and quiet sobbing of the women in the room.
As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept quietly to the bedside one
by one, squeezing Santa's shoulder or his hand gratefully, whispering "Thank
you" as they gazed sincerely at him with shining eyes. Santa and Sarah
talked and talked, and she told him excitedly all the toys she wanted for
Christmas, assuring him she'd been a very good girl that year.
As their time together dwindled, Santa felt led in his spirit to pray for
Sarah, and asked for permission from the girl's mother. She nodded in
agreement and the entire family circled around Sarah's bed, holding hands.
Santa looked intensely at Sarah and asked her if she believed in angels.
"Oh, yes, Santa... I do!" she exclaimed.
"Well, I'm going to ask angels watch over you." he said. Laying one hand on
the child's head, Santa closed his eyes and prayed. He asked that, God touch
little Sarah, and heal her body from this disease. He asked that angels
minister to her, watch and keep her. And when he finished praying, still
with eyes closed, he started singing, softly, "Silent Night, Holy
Night....all is calm, all is bright." The family joined in, still holding
hands, smiling at Sarah, and crying tears of hope, tears of joy for this
moment, as Sarah beamed at them all.
When the song ended, Santa sat on the side of the bed again and held Sarah's
frail, small hands in his own. "Now, Sarah," he said authoritatively, "you
have a job to do, and that is to concentrate on getting well. I want you to
have fun playing with your friends this summer, and I expect to see you at
my house at McAllister Mall this time next year!"
He knew it was risky proclaiming that to this little girl who had terminal
cancer, but he "had" to. He had to give her the greatest gift he could --
not dolls or games or toys -- but the gift of HOPE.
"Yes, Santa!" Sarah exclaimed, her eyes bright.
He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and left the room.
Out in the hall, the minute Santa's eyes met Rick's, a look passed between
them and they wept unashamed.
Sarah's mother and grandmother slipped out of the room quickly and rushed to
Santa's side to thank him.
"My only child is the same age as Sarah," he explained quietly. "This is the
least I could do." They nodded with understanding and hugged him.
One year later, Santa was again back on the set in Saint John for his
six-week, seasonal job which he so loves to do. Several weeks went by and
then one day a child came up to sit on his lap.
"Hi, Santa! Remember me?!"
"Of course, I do," Santa proclaimed (as he always does), smiling down at
her. After all, the secret to being a "good" Santa is to always make each
child feel as if they are the "only" child in the world at that moment.
"You came to see me in the hospital last year!"
Santa's jaw dropped. Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, and he grabbed
this little miracle and held her to his chest. "Sarah!" he exclaimed. He
scarcely recognized her, for her hair was long and silky and her cheeks were
rosy -- much different from the little girl he had visited just a year
before. He looked over and saw Sarah's mother and grandmother in the
sidelines smiling and waving and wiping their eyes.
That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus.
He had witnessed --and been blessed to be instrumental in bringing about --
this miracle of hope. This precious little child was healed. Cancer-free.
Alive and well. He silently looked up to Heaven and humbly whispered, "Thank
you, Father. 'Tis a very, Merry Christmas!
HAVE A GREAT XMAS & A VERY HAPPY 2019!
Wagga Wagga, NSW, Australia
Phone : 0408227712
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