Unconditional Love
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Created for the helpless ones.
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Bosco
We have dedicated this page to our animal friends who rely on our human friends to
help us.  We come to them when we are called - except when we feel other things are
important. However, we always give them unconditional love - even when they have
been mean to us. Please help us.  We hope you enjoy the information, poems and
articles provided on this page.  -- Bosco, Spiritual Webmaster
Bosco
1992-1997
Who Says
Dogs Can't
Talk?
Go see HERE!
Abused Pets
"If you want to play with me, you'll have to
give me a kiss AND a good home.  
Come see me at DFW Pug Rescue."
Olivia
Olivia -
The Story That Keeps on Giving
Read about me HERE.
If you have an animal friend that
has recently passed you will
want to learn about the
RAINBOW BRIDGE.
Images of kittens sniffing amid rubble. Dogs
seen running frantically down the streets.
Distraught Americans told that they must leave
their animal companions behind to starve and
die in the destruction.

These scenes—reminiscent of cruel and illegal
decisions made in the wake of Hurricane
Katrina—are reality once more. While the
French government has made provisions for
animal evacuations, the U.S. is doing the
opposite. U.S. officials evacuating citizens from
Lebanon have failed to heed the lesson of the
Gulf Coast and are refusing Americans'
attempts to evacuate with their animal
companions.  Read about it HERE.
Basset Rescue
Basset Rescue
Occasionally we are asked, “Why are you involved with Basset
Rescue?” and sometimes we even find ourselves asking,
why? There are times when monies are low and there are ten
times the dogs as we have foster homes and the deck just
seems stacked against us. Then, we meet dogs like Clarence
and Bob. It’s these dogs – the basset hounds at the end of
their rope, the ones hoping for a loving hand and a
desperately needing a caring family to treat them like they
should. We would like to introduce these dogs to you so you
know why we do it and why we need donations in order to
saves these beautiful basset hounds.
Please make a donation to:
Helping Hands Basset Rescue
Post Office Box 1266
Round Rock,  Texas  78680
This picture is from the Baltimore Sun. The plane is carrying
nothing but animals that were rescued from the Gulf region.

I bet these were the nicest passengers ever on this plane!
Abused Pets
"You have my
attention now so
where's the cookie?"
Read about the true
Story of "Old Shep".
I am an Animal Rescuer

My job is to assist God's creatures
I was born with the drive to fulfill their needs
I take in helpless, unwanted, homeless creatures
without planning or selection
I have bought dog food with my last dime
I have patted a mangy head with a bare hand
I have hugged someone vicious and afraid
I have fallen in love a thousand times
And I have cried into the fur of a lifeless body too many times to count
I have Animal Friends and friends who have animal friends
I don't often use the word "pet"
I notice those lost at the road side
And my heart aches
I will hand raise a field mouse
And make friends with a vulture
I know of no creature unworthy of my time
I want to live forever if there aren't animals in Heaven
But I believe there are
Why would God make something so perfect and leave it behind
Some may think we are master of the animals
But the animals have mastered themselves
Something people still haven't learned
War and Abuse make me hurt for the world
But a rescue that makes the news gives me hope for mankind
We are a quiet but determined army
And we are making a difference every day
There is nothing more necessary than warming an orphan
nothing more rewarding than saving a life
No higher recognition than watching them thrive
There is no greater joy than seeing a baby play
who only days ago, was too weak to eat
By the love of those who I've been privileged to rescue
I have been rescued
I know what true unconditional love really is
for I've seen it shining in the eyes of so many
Grateful for so little
I am an Animal Rescuer
My work is never done
My home is never quiet
My wallet is always empty
But my heart is always full

Author Unknown
"Doesn't it make you sick when humans mistreat
these little guys?  There has to be a special HELL for
the scum humans that would do this to these beautiful,
loving creatures.  
Read about them and hear their story here."
---Bob Ballard, BDI DataLynk Owner
*A DOGS PRAYER*
Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is
more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.

Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand
between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly
teach me the things you would have me do.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you
must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon
my waiting ear.

When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a
domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements. And I ask no
greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the
hearth. Though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice
and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all
the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshiper.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach
you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean
food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to
walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with
my life should your life be in danger.

And, beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of my
health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in
your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest
and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was
ever safest in your hands.

Amen
"Always listen to my master (well sort
of).  But please listen to me in that
human sort of way when I'm trying to
tell you that I don't feel so good."
For All Animal Lovers
HERE is something for
you from Bosco, the
Spiritual Webmaster.
Abused Pets
Buckie was a stray on the streets. When animal control went to pick
him up he was lying in the road and bystanders thought he'd been hit
by a car. Buckie had been on his own for some time as he was
underweight and his skin was in awful condition. He has a place on
his tail where his skin problem had gotten so bad that it was just an
open bleeding sore. He had an upper respiratory infection and his
teeth were also in bad shape.
Buckie has a skin condition that will need attention and he has a nail disease that will require
reasonably priced medication to control. He's been on the medication since he came to HHBR
and his toe nails are actually beginning to grow in again.

Buckie loves people and so enjoys a good petting and attention. He is looking for a home where
he will get lots of attention and have a securely fenced yard. We don't think he has known what it is
to have a family that cares for him and spends time with him - but he sure would like to learn! His
foster family has fallen in love with him and would keep him if they had room. "He's a great dog
and will make someone a wonderful, loving, companion."

Buckie is approximately 3 years old, he is neutered, microchipped and weighs 40 pounds and
could gain some more weight. But he will always be a "smaller" basset. His skin and nail
condition to make him a basset with special needs so he needs a special home.

Buckie does well with other dogs and likes being outside when the weather is good and loves to
be inside anytime you're there! If you are interested in giving Buckie the special home he needs fill
out on online application.

To donate to help with Buckie's care, please go HERE to donate.
Abused Pets
DON'T BUY A DOG!

After you've seen any movie with 101 (or 102) in its title.
At Christmas.
As a surprise birthday gift.
After watching a Toco Bell commercial.
At Easter.
After watching a series of Providence in which the Golden puppy appears.
After watching a dog food commercial.
After watching Fraser.
As a Valentine's Day surprise gift.
On the spur of the moment.
Until you've read THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE:

I died today.

You got tired of me and took me to the shelter. They were
overcrowded and I drew an unlucky number. I am in a black plastic
bag in a landfill now.

Some other puppy will get the barely used leash you left. My collar
was dirty and too small, but the lady took it off before she sent me to
the Rainbow Bridge.

Would I still be at home if I hadn't chewed your shoe? I didn't know
what it was, but it was leather, and it was on the floor. I was just
playing. You forgot to get puppy toys
.
Would I still be at home if I had been housebroken? Rubbing my
nose in what I did only made me ashamed that I had to go at all.
There are books and obedience teachers that would have taught
you how to teach me to go to the door.

Would I still be at home if I hadn't brought fleas into the house?
Without anti-flea medicine, I couldn't get them off of me after you left
me in the yard for days.

Would I still be at home if I hadn't barked? I was only saying, "I'm
scared, I'm lonely, I'm here, I'm here! I want to be your best friend."

Would I still be at home if I had made you happy? Hitting me didn't
make me learn how.

Would I still be at home if you had taken the time to care for me and
to teach manners to me? You didn't pay attention to me after the first
week or so, but I spent all my time waiting for you to love me.

I died today.

Love,
Your Puppy

(author unknown)
Do I Go Home Today?

By Sandi Thompson

My family brought me home today,

Cradled in their arms,

They said I was full of charms,

They played with me,

And laughed with me,

They showered me with toys,

I sure do love my family,

Especially the girls and boys,

The children loved to feed me,

They gave me special treats,

They even let me sleep with them,

All snuggled in the sheets,

I used to go on walks,

Often several times a day

They even fought to hold the leash.

I'm very proud to say.

These are the things I can't forget,

A cherished memory.

I now live in a Shelter'

Without my family.

They used to laugh and praise me,

When I played with that old shoe.

But I didn't know the difference

Between the old one and the new.

The kids and I would grab a rag,

For hours we would tug,

So I thought I did the right thing,

When I chewed the bathroom rug.

They said I was out of control,

And would have to live outside,

This I did not understand

Although I tried and tried.

The walks stopped one by one,

They said they hadn't the time

I wish that I could change things,

I wish I knew my crime.

My life became so lonely,

In the backyard on a chain

I barked and barked all daylong

To keep from going insane

So they brought me to the Shelter,

But were embarrassed to say why

They said I caused an allergy,

And kissed me goodbye.

If I'd only had some classes,

When I was a little pup,

I wouldn't have been

So hard to handle

When I was all grown up.

"You only have one more day left"

I heard the worker say,

Does this mean I go home today?