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I`am from Germany, and life in the Austrian Alps.
I`am 51 Years old or young....

I love Siberian Huskies, and I`am a member
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I love the wolves and I do also a lot
for this beautiful animals in some Organizations...

I have a wonderful daughter, 14 years old,

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The Great Spirit is in all things,
he is in the air we breathe.
The Great Spirit is our Father,
but the Earth is our Mother.
She nourishes us,
that which we put into the ground
she returns to us....

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Saturday, September 13, 2008

Dedicated to those people who rescue unwanted dogs

Dedicated to those people who rescue unwanted dogs.

A man and his dog were walking along a road.
The man was enjoying the scenery,
when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.
He remembered dying,
and that the dog had been dead for years.

He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while they came to a high,
white stone wall along one side of the road.
It looked like fine marble.
At the top of a long hill it was broken
by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.
When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate
in the arch that looked like mother of pearl,
and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold.

He and the dog walked toward the gate,
and as he got closer he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough he called out,
"Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is heaven, sir," the man answered.

"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?"
the man asked. "Of course, sir.
Come right in and I'll have some ice water brought right up."
The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

"Can my dog come in too?" the traveler asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road
and continued the way he had been going.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill,
he came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate
that looked as if it had never been closed.
There was no fence.
As he approached the gate he saw a man inside,
leaning against a tree and reading a book.

"Excuse me" he called to the reader,
"Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there."
The man pointed to a place
that couldn't be seen from outside the gate.
"Come on in."

"How about my friend here?"
the traveler gestured to the dog.
"There should be a bowl by the pump", was the reply.

They went through the gate and, sure enough,
there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.
The traveler filled the bowl
and while the dog enjoyed the fresh water,
took a long drink himself. When they were full,
he and the dog walked back toward the man,
who was standing by then, waiting for them.

"What do you call this place?"
the traveler asked.

"This is heaven," was the answer.

"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said.
"The man down the road said that was heaven too."

"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street
and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell."

"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"

"No. I can see how you might think so,
but we're just happy that they screen out the folks
who'll leave their dogs behind."


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