Visitors, are welcome to view Coral & Sonny's newest litter, Sailor & Collins new litter, and of course say hi to the rest of the crew. Wednesday May 22nd ( thanks Peggy) from 6:30-8:00 P.M.  and Saturday the 25th from 10:00 A.M.-12:00 P.M.

DO NOT BRING INTACT MALES OVER TO PLAY!!!

Mallory, Pearl, and Marina are in heat. UGH!!!! Sonny, of course is in jail.

Marc's Sailor Girl & Lessem's Collins litter of two yellow boys (both reserved) and two chocolate girls (both reseerved ) have arrived. All are doing well, one yellow is HUGE. He might be Sailors favorite.To see pictures of this current litter click HERE. Click on the links to see the previous litters: Marcs Sailor Girl-Lessems Collins litter 8-16-09, Marcs Sailor Girl-Lessems Collins litter 6-24-10, & Marcs Sailor Girl-Lessems Collins litter 6-12-11 & Marcs Sailor Girl-Lessems Collins litter 5-17-12

Lessems Boca Chica and Lessems Sonny have bred. They expect an all three color litter late May

Why humans live longer than dogs. Being a veterinarian , I had been called to examine a ten-year old Irish Wolfhound named Belker.  The dog's owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker and they were hoping for a miracle.

I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family there were no miracles left for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home. As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for the four-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.

The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker's death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, "I know why".

Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation.

He said, "People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life--like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?" The four-year-old continued, "Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long."

Live simple. Love generously. Care deeply, Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.......

2/8/2006 - PET RULES

Dear dogs and cats:

When I say to move, it means to go some place else, not to switch positions with each other so there are still two of you in the way.

The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food.   The other dishes are mine and contain my food.  Please note:  placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack.  Beating me to the bottom is not the object.  Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster that you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king size bed.  I am very sorry about this.  Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort.  Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep.  It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretching out to the fullest extent possible.  I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.

For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom.  If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open.  I must exit through the same door I entered.  Also, I have been using the bathroom for years.....canine or feline attendance is not mandatory.

The proper order for kissing is: kiss me, then go smell the other dog's or cat's butt.  I cannot stress this enough.

To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:  RULES for Non-Pet Owners who visit and like to complain about MY PETS.

1.  They live here.  You don't                                                                        

2.  If you don't like hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture.  (that's why they call it "fur"niture)

3.  I like my pets a lot better than most people.

4.  To you, it's an animal; to me, he or she is an adopted son or daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and         doesn't speak clearly.

Dogs and cats are better than kids.....they eat less, don't ask for money all the time, are easier to train, usually come when called, never drive your car, don't hang out with drug-using friends, don't smoke, don't drink, don't worry about having to buy the lastest fashions, don't wear your clothes, and don't need a gazillion dollars for college.......and if they get pregnant, you can sell the children!

A guy is driving around and he sees a sign in front of house that says:  FOR SALE TALKING DOG

He rings the doorbell and the owner tells him the dog is in the backyard.

The guy goes into the backyard and sees a Labrador retriever sitting there.

"Do you really talk?" he asks.

"Yep," the Lab replies.

"So what's your story?"

The Lab looks up and says: "Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young.  I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA about my gift, and in not time at all they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eaves dropping.  I was one their most valuable spies for eight years running.  But the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger!  so I decided to settle down.  I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security following suspicious characters and listening in on their conversations.  I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded a batch of medals.

I got married, had a mess of puppies and now I'm just retired."

The guy is amazed, and he goes back to the house and asks the owner how much for the dog.

"Ten dollars," the owner says.

"Ten dollars!?! This dog is amazing! Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?"

"Because he's a liar.  He never did any of that shit."