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A Country Encounter

Postby Daffyd » Mon May 23, 2005 3:33 pm

A Country Encounter

Soft brown eyes, appealing
Whils her heart raced in her breast,
She'd laid so long, she'd lost all feeling
Save for a tiredness, a need to rest.
Trapped in wire, torn on the hock
The young roe deer just lay,
Bruised and battered, deep in shock
Who for her, would save the day?

Our wee Dandie did espie her there
And ran o'er to make a fuss.
His barks and yells did fill the air,
It was his noise that attracted us.
The roe deer's eyes had filled with fear
As we wrestled with the wire.
Quite overwhelmed, I shed a tear
To free this deer was my desire.

My friend raced home to find the means
To cut the wee beast free,
The Dandie licked my bloodstained jeans,
It was the deer that bled, not me.
At last the entanglement was clear,
The roe's relief remained unspoken,
A nervous twitch convulsed the deer
I fear its leg was broken.

Barbed wire in town or city
Does not seem out of place,
Should we show this roe deer pity?
Now that's another case.
With a bound that almost burst its heart
It made a bee line for the trees
Its sudden movement gave me a start
And left me praying..... on my knees.

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Postby Emm » Mon May 23, 2005 6:10 pm

:cry: :cry: :cry:

Is this a true story, Daffyd?
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Postby DaisyB » Mon May 23, 2005 6:25 pm

Lovely story Daffyd.
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Postby Rowan » Mon May 23, 2005 6:42 pm

It is indeed beautiful.
Avoid the evil, and it will avoid thee.
Gaelic Proverb

Ad eundum quo nemo ante iit.
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Postby Daffyd » Mon May 23, 2005 7:12 pm

Is it true? In part Emm.... Angus did locate an injured deer and stood by it until we arrived. It appeared exhaughsted from it's struggles with loose wires from a broken fence. We released the wire, stood back and Angus chased it off into the wood.
Not quite the same, eh? Poetic licence........
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Postby DaisyB » Mon May 23, 2005 9:11 pm

I remember a few years ago, one of our standard poodles ran after a squirrel. She disappeared from view, we heard a squeal of brakes and then her screaming. When we found her, she was screaming because she was tangled on a barbed wire fence (poodles fur being like Velcro). The squeal of brakes was merely coincidental, but our hearts were in our mouths and we were terrified at what we might find.
Dave had to use a penknife to cut her free from the fence.
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Postby dejavou » Mon May 23, 2005 9:16 pm

Lovely rhyme Daffyd
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Postby Emm » Tue May 24, 2005 1:44 pm

As long as the deer was alright, Daffyd.

@ Daisy - my heart was in my mouth as I was reading that.
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Postby Maywalk » Tue May 24, 2005 2:04 pm

Super Daffyd.

Loved it. Go find some more. :D :D

Especially if they are to do with animals. :lol: :lol:
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Postby Daffyd » Fri May 27, 2005 12:19 pm

Goodbye My Beloved Master

Now each of us as pet owners have a responsibility, not only of seeing to the animals health and welfare but also ensuring in times of incurable illness that our pets don't suffer. There are hard choices to make and heart breaking times ahead of us all. This won't make our decisions any easier but it might just give us an insight to what our pets thinks and feels throughout their time with us. Get a few tissues out and read on.....

It's a note from a dog to his master:


When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh.
You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.

Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?"

-- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.

We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness,how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.

Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a prisoner of love. As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose.

I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.


Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her."

They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities placing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed,

"No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!"

And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes,and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you.

You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.

At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you, that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream ...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room.

She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.

As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her,and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago.

She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured

"How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said, "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.


And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

Goodbye My Beloved Master.


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Postby Daffyd » Fri May 27, 2005 12:22 pm

That is my other Dandie....... wee Ailsa..... it is alright.... she's just acting.
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Postby Maywalk » Fri May 27, 2005 2:06 pm

I cant see the bliddy keyboard for tears Daffyd that was lovely.Gulp Gulp

Thankyou :cry: :cry: :cry:
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Postby Monsy » Sat May 28, 2005 1:57 pm

It's not fair Daffyd! Here's me pretending to be dead hard .............
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Postby dejavou » Sat May 28, 2005 2:20 pm

Bloody Hell Daffyd, as if I wasn't feeling down enough, poor little dog, what barstewards us humans are at times
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Postby Daffyd » Sat May 28, 2005 2:23 pm

Aye it's true Monsy, it's no fair, but more people need to realise just what owning a dog entails. It is all fine with the puppy stages, they are good companions and play mates in their early adulthood, then your best pal becomes a tie, a burden....... aye a liability even. What happened? Like ourselves our dog is getting old, but quicker, a lot quicker than we are.
We need to ask ourselves do we know what we are taking on, are we adult enough to accept the responsibility of another life form.
There is another frightening experience in an animals life that we do not take into consideration,

Pyrotechnics
Well as you all have no doubt experienced the onslaught of the 'pyrotechnic season' (mid September through until mid January) you will understand my frustration at the indiscriminate use of fireworks. If we can be frightened and intimidated by the new mixture of loutishness and gunpowder.... have a thought as to how our pets feel.......
Here is a view from a pet's perspective........

Pyrotechnics is a word I've grown to hate
As a canine I cannot comprehend
They start around October and go on so very late
That I'm sure they're never going to end.
With hearing as acute as you know my hearing is
An attribute upon which my life depends
I cannot stand explosions or things that go off whizz
And I give thanks when the 'pyrotechnic season' ends.
The seasons has been protracted
There are no longer days of truce
Must these scenes be re-enacted
For in truth there's no excuse
We are the frightened minority
With no voice to call our own
In your pursuit of enjoyment
The practise has grown and grown
We are never given a moments thought
When you point those rockets to the sky
We are left in fear to tremble
Without understanding why.
With each firework you light
Our fears are born anew
It gives you a moment of delight
But it causes heartache too.
It causes great distress to all pets
Whom you once did call a friend
My plea this year to you is
Let this PYROTECHNIC practise end.

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