Maltese Only Online Newsletter
DECEMBER 1998 - Subscribers: 1,508 - Issue No: 006 - 6th Edition 1998© All Rights Reserved


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    by Cathy Brown
    Cathy shares a few stories about rescue Maltese

    ~Author Unknown

    As promised, the 1998 MO Christmas Card Winners

    All the Maltese letters to Santa
    Cute * Cute * Cute


    Photos added last month to the Maltese Only Photo Almum

    Welcoming all the new Maltese to MO

    Your Malts Birthdays do not go forgotten at Maltese Only!

    What not to get your dog for Christmas
    (From the December 1998 issue of Dog Fancy)


    Submitted by Tiffany Baker
    Tips on avoiding the hassles of puppy mischief




    Safety Hazards and Tips to keep your holidays memorable for you and your pets




  • The Sagittarius Dog
    23 November - 21 December

    The Sagittarius Dog is carefree and freedom loving. Sagittarius dogs love wide-open spaces and the ability to explore them. They are happy and good-humored dogs who love to romp and play with their owners. Sagittarius dogs are open and honest, never hiding how they feel, which is usually happy and jovial. Sagittarius dogs are happiest when they are in a open field with an owner to throw a ball.


    Happy Birthday from MalteseOnly

    Denise's Maggie 12/2
    Bee Betty's Muffin 12/2
    RutheM's Yogi 12/2
    Carrie's Sophie 12/2
    Dottie's Trinket 12/10
    Rick Locher's Larigot "Lari" Locher 12/12
    HYR's Maggie 12/14
    Tracey's Orion 12/18
    Bianco's Wonderful Wendy of Haleck 12/19
    Angel's Bri Anna 12/22
    Leslie's Petey 12/23
    Gloria's Quiggley 12/24
    Yensan & Alfred's Snoopy 12/25
    Marilyn's Digby 12/26
    Bianco's Mimi 12/27
    Edi's Cher 12/28
    Poppy's Ziggy 12/29
    Susabell's Jasper 12/30
    Sharryl's Nitro 12/96


    Sherry Sell's Ozzie 10/30
    Andrea Noel's Toto 11/1
    Bianco's Kayla Of Mt. Morris 11/9
    Little Duke Bianco 11/10
    Bianco's Baci Mi Bambina 11/13
    Bianco's Cuddly Carly 11/21
    Lynne's Simone 11/23
    Sherry Sell's Fancy Boy 11/24
    Joe's Rielly 11/28
    Connie's Darby 11/29


    For November 1998
    Submitted by Jay Bianco

    Bianco's Crystal Keepsake
    Booji-Boy & Alfie
    Donnas Prissy O Of The Valley
    Little Wild Turkey on the Rocks
    Pashes Divine Little Miss Phoebe

    (Special Note: If your photo has not been posted please be patient. Jay has received an overwhelming amount of photos either by snail mail or e-mail. Your babys picture will get posted. Your patience is greatly appreciated.)


    Edyies Ms. Precious Angel on a Cloud
    Kaye's Missy
    Tom Evans' Lady
    Elizabeth Jesse's Nikki & Darby
    Janine's Madison
    Susan's Sugar
    Arlene's Magic Dreams Snow Bear (Sam)
    Joy & Tom's Kodie
    Sandy's Trevor
    Lily's Chloe
    LisaB's Dewy
    Christine's Nikki
    Vera's Franki Bianca
    BeckyO's Gizmo
    Leslie's Petey
    Bobbi's Sugar and BoBo
    Anne's Frosti
    Katy's Dolly
    Lisa's Buffy
    Roland's DaVinci
    Carol D's Calvin
    Leandro's Odie
    Bill's Pearl


    Our thoughts and prayers go out to the following:

    ReneeH who lost her Katie 11/5/98

    MaryP who's Diva lost her 2 pups before delivering JuanCarlos who lost Tenny

    Orangekate who lost her Matty


    HOSTS: Libby & Buster
    Special Chats
    Saturday, December 12, 1998
    8:00 p.m. - 10:00 p.m. est
    Dr. Margaret Muns, DVM
    Topic: Pet Health and Behavior

    Note: The MalteseOnly Chatroom is hosted every night, Saturday through Thursday from 8:00 p.m. until 10:00 p.m. EST (No Fridays, yes Jay gives me a night off!)



    Question : What is the most important thing in life your Maltese gives to you?

    Answer: Unconditional love, companionship and support.

    I want to hear the most memorable stories you have regarding your Maltese. Something really special. Please submit to:


    (From the December 1998 issue of Dog Fancy)

  • 1. A CD of cats meowing popular Christmas songs
  • 2. Central air conditioning for its doghouse, when you're still using individual wall units that barely cool a closet size area of your house.
  • 3. Knitted pink sweaters that makes your macho Doberman look like a Poodle.
  • 4. A remote control for the refrigerator door.
  • 5. Doggy antlers, when your near-sighted hunting relatives will be spending the holidays with you.
  • 6. A piece of jewelry featuring a ceramic dog of his breed for you to wear.
  • 7. His own PetSmart credit card.
  • 8. A chew toy shaped like a shoe, which he will immediately confuse with the right sneaker of your favorite pair.
  • 9. An audition for a diet dog food commercial, where they feed him so much during retakes that he actually gains weight.
  • 10. A delux, pre-packaged, treat-filled Christmas stocking that's large enough for you to use as a sleeping bag.
  • 11. A stuffed toy dog with an angel halo, as a hit about what to do to get more presents next year.
  • 12. A CAT! From "Doggone Funny: A Book of Canine Humor" by Sandy Lindsey



    'Tis the day before Christmas, and all through the house The puppies are squeaking an old rubber mouse The wreath which had merrily hung on the door Is scattered in pieces all over the floor. The stockings that hung in a neat little row Now boast a hole in each one of the toes. The tree was subjected to bright-eyed whims, And now, although splendid, it's missing some limbs The tree was subjected to bright-eyed whims, And now, although splendid, it's missing some limbs.

    I catch them and hold them, be good I insist. They lick me, then run off to see what they've missed. And now as I watch them, the thought comes to me, That theirs is the spirit that Christmas should be.

    Should Children and Puppies yet show us the way, And teach us the joy that should come with this day? Could they bring the message that's written above, And tell us that, most of all, Christmas is love! ~Author unknown


    'Twas the night before Christmas And all through the house... Not a creature was stirring since the cat ate the mouse.

    My support hose were hung by the chimney with care, (I hung them last Christmas and just left them there.)

    My dog, Floyd, was nestled all snug in his bed, After watching the cat rip the presents to shreds.

    And I in my long johns and ratty night cap, Had just settled my butt for a long winter's nap.

    When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I swore at the window, "What the (blank) is the matter?"

    I tore open the window, not a second to tarry, All ready to throw the noisemaker a berry.

    A bright moon was lighting the new-fallen snow... And I had a moon of my own set to show.

    Floyd was beside me, paw pointing the way, Toward eight tiny reindeer hitched up to a sleigh...

    And a little old driver so cheery and quick, I thought for a moment that I would be sick.

    Like a bat out know, his reindeer they came, And I whistled and shouted and called them some names--

    "Hey, Hornhead! Hey, Furface! Hey, Weiner and Turkey! Yo, Klutzy and Mangy and Venison Jerky!

    Stay off of my porch! Get away from my wall! Now hit the road, hit the road, Hit the road, all!

    But as pedestrians before my old Buick, they fly, And head for high ground with great fear in their eyes.

    So up to my rooftop the fleabags they flew, With a sleigh full of toys and old Fruitcake-breath too.

    And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof, Holes in my new shingles made by each tiny hoof.

    As I reached for my slingshot and a marble as well, Down the chimney St. Nicholas tumbled and fell.

    He had a huge sack of cheap junk on his back, And I whispered to Floyd, "Be prepared to attack."

    His eyes they were squinting, his toy bag was draggin', And I felt for a moment like I'd soon be gaggin'.

    He was dressed all in red with a bell on his hat, And a belt of black leather to hold back the fat.

    A billowing pipe he clenched tight in his smile, And the smell was like something had been dead for awhile.

    He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook when I nailed him with a handful of jelly.

    He was chubby and plump, well, actually porky, And I laughed when I tripped him (He looked pretty dorky).

    He was like a beached whale unable to budge, And he tasted good, too, if the dog was a judge.

    I spoke not a word but went straight to my work-- A noogie, a wedgie, a cry of "You jerk!"

    Until laying a finger aside of his nose, With a loud cry of "Uncle!" Up the chimney he rose.

    He sprang to the sleigh and dragged in the toys, Then he cried to the reindeer, "Get me out of here, Boys!"

    And I had to exclaim as a slushball I tossed, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a Get Lost!"

    But then, as I turned I saw 'neath the tree, Two gaily wrapped presents--One for Floyd, one for me.

    A big bag of jerky turned Floyd mighty chipper, While for me was a pair Of brand-new bunny slippers.

    I looked out the window and hovering there, Old Santa was winking from his sleigh in midair...

    "Merry Christmas, Maxine!" He cried, full of cheer, "Same to you, Pal!" I answered, ("I'll get you next year!")


    The tree is all trimmed the gifts are all wrapped. The hymns are all sung, and the travel plans mapped. Still there's a sadness that lies in your heart, For a dog that was lost and a love now apart. A stocking is missing, with toys and a treat. A lap is now empty, a space at your feet. Yet remember this season God's small gift to you, Wonderful memories to treasure life through. ~Author Unknown


    On the FIRST day of Christmas my puppy stole from me: A garland from the tree!

    On the 2ND day of Christmas my puppy stole from me: Two hiking boots and A garland from the tree!

    On the 3RD day of Christmas my puppy stole from me: Three credit cards, Two hiking boots and A garland from the tree!

    On the 4TH day of Christmas my puppy stole from me: Four remote controls, three credit cards, Two hiking boots and A garland from the tree!

    On the 5TH day of Christmas my puppy stole from me: Five golden earrings....... Four remote controls, three credit cards, two hiking boots, And a garland from the tree!

    On the 6TH day of Christmas my puppy stole from me: Six pairs of mittens, Five golden earrings....... Four remote controls, three credit cards, two hiking boots and A garland from the tree!

    On the 7TH day of Christmas my puppy stole from me: Seven beeswax candles, six pairs of mittens, Five golden earrings........ Four remote controls, three credit cards, two hiking boots and A garland from the tree!

    On the 8TH day of Christmas my puppy stole from me: Eight pans of shortbread, Seven beeswax candles, six pairs of mittens, Five golden earrings........ Four remote controls, three credit cards, two hiking boots and A garland from the tree!

    On the 9TH day of Christmas my puppy stole from me: Nine bags of tinsel, Eight pans of shortbread, seven beeswax candles, six pairs of mittens, Five golden earrings. . . Four remote controls, three credit cards, two hiking boots, And a garland from the tree!

    On the 10TH day of Christmas my puppy stole from me: Ten chocolate Santas, Nine bags of tinsel, eight pans of shortbread, seven beeswax candles, six pairs of mittens, Five golden earrings. . . Four remote controls, three credit cards, two hiking boots, And a garland from the tree!

    On the 11TH day of Christmas my puppy stole from me: Eleven silver sleigh bells, Ten chocolate Santas, nine bags of tinsel, eight pans of shortbread, seven beeswax candles, six pairs of mittens, Five golden earrings........ Four remote controls, three credit cards, two hiking boots, And a garland from the tree!

    On the 12TH Day of Christmas my puppy stole from me: Twelve fruitcakes, Eleven silver sleigh bells, ten chocolate Santas, nine bags of tinsel, eight pans of shortbread, seven beeswax candles, six pairs of stockings, Five golden earrings...... Four remote controls, three credit cards, two hiking boots, And a garland from the tree! AND THAT'S WHEN I HAULED OUT THE CRATE!!!

    By Carol Kufner

    T'was the night before Dogmas when all through the house, Not an animal was stirring, not even the mouse.

    The puppies were snuggled and tucked in their beds, While visions of dog goodies danced in their heads

    Their stockings were hung by the dog bowls with care, In hope that Father Dogmas soon would be there.

    Out on the rooftop there arose such a barking, I knew Father Dogmas was having trouble parking.

    I jumped on the couch stuck my nose to the curtain, Here he is, I barked; it is him, I am certain.

    What to my dark brown eyes should appear, But Father Dogmas himself in his dogsled gear.

    He whined and he whimpered but through the doggie door he went, Then stopped and smelled the air as he picked up a scent.

    The dog cookies we left him were by the back door, The puppies had baked them not an hour before.

    He went about his work with never a sigh, Filled all the stockings with toys piled high.

    He waved at me with his mighty paw, Although I was hiding T'was my long nose he saw.

    Out the doggie door he went in oh such a rush, Jumped on his dogsled and yelled out "MUSH"

    The eight dog team was ready to go, They hated stand stay especially in the snow.

    I could hear him howling as he disappeared that night, Merry Dogmas to all, OK team, turn rrright!

    Pointer + Setter = Pointsetter, a traditional Christmas pet



    December is the best month of the year at the Rainbow Bridge. For the dogs there is snow to romp in and the angels always have time to toss snowballs for them to chase. The cats enjoy patting at the snowflakes as they fall, and then curling up near the fireplace for a nice winter's nap. But it is the lights that make this time so special. Winter on the Earth, their former home, is a time of lengthening darkness, and in December candles glow all around the globe beginning with Chanukah, the Festival of Lights, and continuing on right through the New Year's festivities. At the Bridge the glow of these candles is reflected in all of the trees, and in the hearts of every Bridgekid as they observe the month in their own special way; with memories of the lives, and the loved ones they left behind. For most it is a time of quiet joy, but each year there are always a few who draw apart.. Near to midnight, "home time" on December 24 Charlie realized someone Was missing from the Hale gathering. "I'll be right back," he told his siblings. He passed many similar groupings as he hurried down the well-worn path, many friends called out to him, but he only acknowledge the greetings with a wave and continued on. The path ended at the Rainbow, and there he found a small group of newcomers, each sitting quietly, alone. One of these, the missing Sandifur, was crouched at the very edge, his stumpy tail twitching rapidly, as he stared at the scene below. "You are missing the party, little brother," Charlie said. "I don't care," replied Sandifur, "I don't like Christmas anyway. " Charlie only smiled. "I felt the same way my first year. Do you remember your very first Christmas with Mom and Dad? Remember the new scratching tree they gave us that year, and the catnip mice? And remember all the good things we got to eat? That was a great time, wasn't it?" Sandifur nodded, still gazing intently below. "I want to go back." "I did too, " Charlie said, licking gently at his brother's ear. "But we can't, baby brother. This is our place now." "But it's Christmas, and Mom and Dad miss us so much. Look, mom is lighting a candle right now, just for us and she is crying." "Christmas Eve is her time to remember, little one, but tomorrow she will pass out the presents to all of our brothers and sisters, and she will be happy again. I want to show you something. Come with me." Together the two kittens climbed the arch of the Rainbow, and at the very top Charlie stopped. "Do you see that big silver cloud over there? Watch closely." As Sandifur gazed the cloud began to swirl and gradually an image came into view. The clearing where he had left his family, and a larger gathering around the big, glowing pine tree. He could see the dogs, many more of them than when he had left, playing fetch and tug of war, and the kittens, so many kittens, sleeping in a heap, their soggy catnip mice forgotten in the grass. Suddenly the kittens all woke up, and the dogs ceased their play and stared Into the darkness beyond the clearing, tails wagging in greeting. And then, much to Sandifur's amazement, two humans stepped into the light." "Hurry, Charlie, we have to go back," he said. " Mom and Dad, they're here!" "Not just yet, Sandy. That cloud is our Window into Tomorrow. Come back with me now, and join the others. The reunion will come. We have been promised." Sandy reluctantly pulled his gaze away from the vision of the future, and followed Charlie. They found the others waiting for them at the base of the rainbow. "Is it time?" Charlie asked. Terrie nodded, "They are waiting." All of the Hale Bridgekids drew together, and looked over the edge, and along the entire length of the rainbow similar groups were gathered, all looking down at their former homes. Suddenly the light of a million candles from the Earth met the glow from the Rainbow Bridge. "Now," Charlie whispered. In unison three words were repeated again and again, and as they were spoken they merged with the bridge of light, flowing from the rainbow to the earth, and back again in ever increasing brilliance, and the colors of the rainbow merged with the light. "I love you," they all said, and the love entered every heart of the pet parents on earth, and the hearts of those who gathered at the rainbow. "Merry Christmas, Mom and Dad," Sandifur whispered again, watching the lights slowly fade. "I love you. I will be waiting." "I will look ahead for there is our tomorrow."

    Note: If you are having trouble dealing with the loss of your Maltese or any other pet please visit the following internet sites: or There are several support groups who can help in dealing with this loss.


    Great Christmas Gift! Celebrate the New Year!

    Mary Stabile has agreed to donate $3.00 to our National Maltese Rescue Fund for every calendar sold through this special offer. Mary's Maltese is featured on the cover.

    This is a wall calendar and measures 12" X 12". The monthly photos of the Maltese are of extremely nice color quality. To get yours you can send a check or money order for $10.95 + $3.00 shipping for a total of $13.95 (NJ residents add appropriate sales tax) to:

    Mary Stabile
    6 Massing Place
    Milltown, NJ 08550

    (Please allow 2 weeks delivery time)

    I've got 2 calendars and they are really nice! Come on everyone! We need to support the National Maltese Rescue Fund! Let's show these furbabies we care about them.


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    Note: If you wish to submit an article, poem, joke, birthday, etc. for MalteseOnly News please send an email to: All submissions must be to me by the 25th of the month.


    Safety Hazards and Tips to keep your holidays memorable for you and your pets

    Alcoholic Beverages - Drunken dogs are not cute. An ounce of a beverage that's 20 to 40 proof can cause alcohol poisoning or coma in a small dog.

    Angel Hair - Because it's made from spun glass, it can irritate the skin, cause cuts and damage the eyes. If it's eaten, it can cause intestinal blockage.

    Artificial Snow - These are possibly poisonous, can cause digestive upset or be a respiratory irritant if inhaled. Spray only the upper corners of high windows.

    Candles - Flame or dripping wax can burn dogs or singe their whiskers or hair. Also, they're a fire hazard if the pet knocks them over. Save candles for the dining room table, and don't burn them near an unattended pet.

    Electric Cords - Dogs can be shocked, burned or electrocuted by chewing on cords. Run cords through PVC piping, cover with rugs or secure to floor by placing behind or beneath furniture.

    Ornaments, garlands, glass hooks and straight pins - can be fatal if swallowed. Don't place decorations within your dog's reach or where it can climb to reach them.

    Tinsel - This popular decoration can cause intestinal strangulation, obstruction, internal cuts and scrapes.

    Decorative Lights - Dogs can become tangled in the strands, leading to burns and cuts. "Bubbling" lights, filled with methylene chloride, can be moderately toxic. String lights together through interior of the tree and run connecting cord underneath tree skirt.

    Gift Wrap - Ribbon, trim, polystyrene foam packaging, wrapping foil and paper are dangerous if eaten. Wrap packages in area away from dog.

    Live Trees - Sap or preservatives may be mildly toxic, causing mouth or stomach irritation. Needles cannot be digested and may puncture intestines. Place tree in room away from dog or put decorative fencing around the tree.

    The National Animal Poison Control Center has a 24-hour toll-free number to assist with poisoning problems -- 1-800-548-2423.


    God, grant me the Senility
    to forget the people
    I never liked anyway,
    the good fortune
    to run into the ones I do . . .
    and the eyesight
    to tell the difference.
    ~author unknown


    At this time of year we pause to thank the many people who have made this website and newsletter such a success. A special thanks go out to our Sponsors. The entire gang at MalteseOnly wish you joy and peace as your family enjoy the year-end observances and festivities. Have a safe and happy holiday season.

    CHRISTMAS & HAPPY NEW YEAR! From Jay & Bev, Libby & Buster

    As quoted by Dr. Jane Leon, from America's Health Network, "Be good to your pets, they try so hard to be good to you and for you"


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    A Christmas Rescue Poem
    'Tis the night before Christmas and all through the town, every shelter is full, we are lost but not found. Our numbers are hung on our kennels so bare, We hope every minute that someone will care. They'll come to adopt us and give us the call, "come here, Max and Sparkie come fetch your new ball!" But now we just sit here and think of the days. . . we were treated so fondly we had baby ways. Once we were little, then we grew and we grew. Now we're no longer young, and we're no longer new. So out the back door we were thrown like trash, They reacted so quickly, why were they so rash? We "jump on the children," "don't come when they call", We "bark when they leave us," "climb over the wall." We should have been neutered; we should have been spayed, Now we suffer the consequence of the error they made. If only they'd trained us, if only we knew... We'd have done what they asked us and worshipped them, too. We were left in back yard, or worse left to roam... Now we're tired and lonely and out of a home. They dropped us of here and they kissed us good-by. . . "Maybe someone else will give you a try." So now here we are, all confused and alone. . . In a shelter with others who long for a home. The kind workers come through with a meal and a pat, With so many to care for, they can't stay to chat. They move to the next kennel, giving each of us cheer, We know that they wonder how long we'll be here. We lay down to sleep and sweet dreams fill our heads, Of a home filled with love and our own cozy beds. Then we wake to see sad eyes, brimming with tears, Our friends filled with emptiness, worry and fear. If you can't adopt us and there's no room at your inn, Could you help with the bills and fill our food bin? We count on your kindness each day of the year, Can you give more than hope to everyone here? Please make a donation to pay for the heat. . . And help us get something special to eat. The shelter that cares for us wants us to live, And more of us will, if more people give.

    redbullet.gif - 0.1 KLet's Talk Commitment
    Submitted by Cathy Brown
    One of the many reasons dogs of all ages and sizes and breeds end up in a shelter or with a rescue organization is that the families who adored them as puppies, who committed to providing them with a loving home to live out their days in, suddenly find that the pet is "not a priority" in their lives. In rescue, we hear a lot of reasons for giving up long-time pets-everything from divorce, to new babies in the house, to housebreaking issues, to an unwillingness to handle the expense of medical care.

    I'd like to share a few stories about rescue Maltese that I have placed or fostered to make one simple point: when you bring a dog or a cat or even a ferret into your home, you are making a commitment to love and care for that animal for its lifetime. It is a commitment that is no different to the one you make when you have or adopt a child, and it is essential to consider this BEFORE you purchase or adopt any animal and bring it into your home.

    Now to the stories. Today, I have three little Maltese on my rescue list: Missy is 10, Max is 9, and Mike is 7. They have lived together their whole lives. But, there was a recent divorce, and a major change in lifestyle for their "custodial parent." She works all night and has to sleep in the day. The dogs have been relegated to a garage, where they eat, sleep, and "do their business." They bark a lot now. She doesn't have time or energy to give them attention; and Max, especially, thrives on attention. He is depressed. She is concerned. She feels the dogs will be better off in new homes. Of course, they will be separated. Eventually these little ones will be placed with families who want them and will bond with their new families. But for three little guys heading into old age, this is a tragedy. Surely they will miss each other and their original family.

    Another little dog, currently at a local shelter awaiting a new family with the help of local rescue organizations, is Brandon. Brandon is 7. He is, by all accounts, a sweet, adorable, well-adjusted little guy. So why is he at the local shelter? Well, his family says they can't afford to care for him any longer. The little one is current on his shots, so at least they kept that commitment. But his teeth are a disaster and may need to be pulled; he's never been neutered; and he has allergies that make him prone to asthma attacks. All in all, he probably needs a couple of hundred bucks worth of medical care. But his family doesn't feel they can handle the expense. Something they should have considered when the brought the little guy home. All creatures need at least some basic health care during their lives; and, no, it isn't free.

    Next, we have a little girl Maltese, Lexus. Cute as a button. She is 8. This little girl had gall stones that were left untreated for more than a year because surgery "wasn't a priority" for the family that committed to her all those years ago. They have human children now, and they way they see it, providing the kids with what they want and need is more important than medical care for "a dog." Fortunately this little girl came into rescue and was fostered. She was in so much pain that she didn't even want to be petted. But her foster family provided the love and trust she needed, and the surgery released her from pain. She was placed with a family that will love her for the rest of her days, BUT she has been uprooted twice in a few months. What do you suppose she is feeling?

    And finally, a story about my own little rescue guy, Boo. He was another "throwaway" dog-a casualty of life changes. Boo was 6 when he came to me. His "mom" had a new job and worked 12 hours a day plus another hour or so commuting. There were a couple of teenagers in the house, but they couldn't be bothered with "mom's dog." So, Boo ate and ate (he weighs 13 lb) and peed in the house (no walks). When I was contacted about him, the reason given for dispatching him was "we are getting new carpet and don't want him to ruin it." This little guy mourned his family. For more than a month he sat at my front window with the toys he'd brought with him and watched for his "true family" to come for him. Boo knows the meaning of commitment. Do you?

    This is a plea to anyone planning to buy a puppy this Christmas, to anyone looking to adopt a dog from the local shelter or rescue organization. THINK THIS THROUGH. A dog is a long-term commitment. They require not only your love and attention, but your assurance that they will be taken care of until they leave for Rainbow Bridge-not for a year or 5 years, but 10 or 12 or 15 years. When you find yourself considering a furry addition to your home, please think of Boo-he committed to his family for life. Can you make less of a commitment? Unless you can honestly say "yes-no matter what, I will be here for this pet," don't bring one into your home. Buy a goldfish; their lifespan is much shorter.

    Christmas Returns
    Santa comes quietly long before dawn, While shops are still busy and lights are still on. While dinners are cooking and kitchens are warm, And children count presents they'll open by morn.

    He slips past the trees in windows aglow, Through the gate to the backyard as icy winds blow. To find the pup he brought last year, chained up in the snow. And, kneeling, he whispers, "Are you ready to go?"

    There are too many stops like this one tonight, Before the beginning of his regular flight. He leaves not a note or footprint in sight, Just an unbuckled collar on a cold Christmas night. . .


    As promised, here are the 1998 MO Christmas Card Winners. The judges said it was a very hard decision to make as all the photos were exceptional. They will be up online and available as a selection to send as an Internet Christmas Card within the next week.

    Best- Submitted by Barbara Osborne of Toby, Ashley, and Luvlanes Spin On A Dream "Spencer"
    2nd- Submitted by Kirsten French of Lil Miss Madison French
    3rd- Submitted by Betty Scarver of Tiffini
    4th- Submitted by RC Cusi of Chibi
    5th- Submitted by Gail Zeolla of Cody & Ashleigh
    6th- Submitted by Stefan & Marcy Tinculescu of Casper
    7th- Submitted by April Blackmon of Noah
    8th- Submitted by Pamela Rightmyer of Demi, Kate and Gina
    9th- Submitted by Jenny Peterson of Maggie, Daisy and Anne
    10th- Submitted by BG Levoy Jones of Gizmo

    Others that will be featured as a selection on this years Maltese Only Christmas Card page are:
    Kashi submitted by Cynthia Shaffer
    Comet submitted by Halen Foster
    Cleo submitted by Jan Palmer

    Thanks to all those that participated and took the time to send us such nice Maltese Christmas photos. Internet Christmas cards will be online to be sent from the Maltese Only website within the coming week.

    **MALTESE LETTERS TO SANTA** Thanks to all of the furbabies who submitted their "Maltese Letters to Santa". They were all great and it was a very hard choice.

  • The winner of the contest is: Barbara Osborne!

    Dear Santa, Diana and I have been really good, We've done everything we thought we should. As for that toilet tissue strewn all through the house, we blamed that on a really big mouse. The moss Mom found all over the floor, Wasn't us, it was the Chow next door. When the newspaper was shredded to smithereens, We were in our crates having daydreams. Now there were some things that we did do, Dog Shows and Fairs, just to mention a few. So we are sending our Christmas list to you, Cause we knew that you should have a clue. For all our friends who are all alone, We want them to have a good home. For those like us, who are out in the ring, Blue ribbons and points we hope you will bring. Under the Christmas tree we want there to be, Presents for all the furbabies you see. And if you find one out in the cold, Close to your heart, we hope you will hold. Now as for Diana and me, There is not a thing that we really need. So if you can fill our other request, We would be surely blessed. Love, Diana and Spencer


    Dear Santa!
    It's me, Chiclet! I'm the 7 lb, 7 mos, package of exploding joy! I'm sure you moved my name over to the list of Good Little Girls when I finished training school and learned to curb my impulses! Santa, I can't think of a thing I want for Christmas! I am so lucky to have 2 human brothers, 2 human sisters, a handicapped uncle, and my Mommie, who train me to be the best I can be. With all this security, kindness, and love, my Christmas will be the merriest! Please take wishes around the world for peace and love! Wishing every creature a very Happy Holiday Season Love Chiclet

    Hi Santa!
    It's me, Gizmo!!! You have me on your list of Good Little Boys! I am a 6 lb contented little gentleman Maltie. I'll be 10 mos on Dec 26/98. Santa, my life couldn't be better! I have a little dynamo furbaby sister, 4 human brothers & sisters, a disabled uncle, & my Mommie. They have helped me to be confident and not be afraid. They have shown me with gentleness, kindness, and love that there are angels, and that dreams do come true all year long! I have no wishes for myself for Christmas; I have everything! :) Just share peace and love with all the creatures of the world. A very Happy Holiday Season! With love, Gizmo

    Dear Santa,
    Please bring me my two front teeth for Christmas. That's all I really want, because I have everything else I ever dreamed of. I asked you for so much more before when I was cold and sad and lonely at the puppy mill. I was tired of having so many puppies. I was ready to die. All I wanted was to get out of that place. Last year you gave me that. I was taken from that awful place, but put in another bad place with my only friend. Then one of your elves came and rescued me! She took me to a place that wasn't so bad and fed me stuff that was pretty good. I had a good Christmas. I met some new friends, but my other friend died. I am glad that at least she wagged her tail before she left. Little by little my new doggie friends would go to a different place. I wondered where. Then one day I took a ride in the van. That day was the beginning of the New Year. I went with some other people in their car. I was scared. I didn't want to go to a bad place. Then we got to their house. I got all kinds of good stuff! I got yummy food, a soft bed, and lots of love. The only bad thing was I had to go to some mean man called the vet. He fixed me up though so I didn't feel so bad. I learned lots of new things at my new home. I learned that it's fun to play, take naps, and go for walks. Now I'm very happy and I love my mommy! Since I've gotten everything else I ever wanted, all I can think of to ask you for is my two front teeth. They fell out because of that bad food I ate for so long. You see, I need those teeth now because I think if I have more teeth I will be able to eat the Snausage treat mommy gives me faster. If I eat it real fast maybe she will forget if she has given me one yet, and she will have to give me another one! All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth! Love, Peachie

    Dear Santa,
    What I would like for Christmas this year is to give you some help. I could have a sleigh with nine Dobermans pulling it, to deliver gifts to all our Maltese friends, and all the other furbabies around the world. I have two Doberman friends, Major & Rocky; Rocky could be out in front just like your Rudolf. They have seven other Doberman friends that would also help; so I would have nine just like your reindeer. Imagine Santa, a little Maltese ruling nine Dobermans, tee hee hee. Also I would like to bring along my best buddy Precious, she is 17 and just loves to ride. She has never been in a sleigh before and she would love it. My Mommie's friend made me a Santa outfit and I could look like you, as I already have my long white beard; but the glasses may pose a problem, as they probably won't stay on my face, so if it is alright with you Santa I would wear some contact lenses. Also instead of going down the chimney, I would use the doggie doors, so as not to interfere with your deliveries. I think we could be quite a team, Santa. I have been a very good furbaby, so I know you will have presents for me; and I would like to give you this present, so you can get home to Mrs. Claus earlier and have a Merry And Happy Christmas too. Hoping to see you Christmas Eve, Tiffini Too

    Dearest Santa
    Mommy said I cook writ to u on what I wan 4 X'mas. I'm oval da moon wit joy! I alwise nose u axis though my terror pal, Cookie say 'NOT'. There art many tins I wan 4 X'mas but mommy say I shdna be greedi so hears my short leech: 1. a MAGIC pill dat taken will meek granpa git well fister fm his brain operiton n play wit me agin. He's da only one who would let me bully n bit his befy hands n I luv him like I luv mommy n daddy.
    2. Blendrich beskits, bef jerks n becon (lotsa 'em).
    3. several jiggly-squealy toys.
    4. a few rols of thos soft-whit shreddies dat mommy leaves in da barf-room to wipe da hinnies; I luv chewing da shreddies but mommy won allow, probily veri x-pen-sive!
    5. 48 chickin-flavor medium-sized nylabones (1 itch weak to lust tail next X'mas).
    6. rope tugs to play tug-of-war wit mommy. It's grit game cos I luv to hear mommy imitate da 'Chickin on da Deaththroe' - 'AAH..OUIWEEee!' when I nip her hands - high pitch music, my favorite(bliss!) follow by mommy playing 'catching'. (Yuppee!) She CAN'T catch me!!!
    7. a new carlorfool ball to play fetch wit mommy (she throw, scream at me to fetch da ball..I stare blankly..she fetch da ball instead n repeat process. da ball's 4 mommy - she needed da exorcise).
    8. tazens of thos crawly mushy black bugs dat taste as dilicious as da goldfish (Slurps! - Oops!! Shh! mommy still dunno what happen to Goldie?!)
    9. another maltie as playmaid; one dat I could boss.
    10.a book on courting skills cos when Daisy da Pom (so foxxy..Oohh!!), my daddy fiend's 6 mth old girl, sniff my hinny, I was veri excited but so shy I farted!! Shamefooly I hid my face in mommy's skirt.

    Sweet Santa,
    pleeease wake me when u come to my home cos I wanna shake paws n waggle chins (I'm veri goot at it) wit Rudoph, my idol. Merri Christmas n thank u Santa 4 da presents. Smooches n Wags, Snowy (hamsome son of mommy sera)

    Dear Santa,
    This year I would like to have a bag full of doggy tricks. I like pig ears the best of all. I would also like to have a big shoe of my own so that my mommy won't get mad at me when I get hers. And most Of all Santa I would like to have some rain boots and a rain coat so that I won't get wet when I go outside to pee pee!! Mommy said that I have been a really really good girl the four months that I have been here. Well, got to go Santa Mom said that it is time to go to bed, so see you Christmas morning, if mom don't find out that I am up looking for you. Merry Christmas Santa, Love Duchess

    Dear Santa,
    OH please, please, please bring me something to stop my tear staining!! My mommy has done so so many things to stop it and nothing is working. I am afraid that when I grow up that I won't have any boyfriends because it is almost like having bad acne. So if you have a miracle cure remedy would you send it to me??? Now that's not all I want!! I have been such a good girl that I want to ask you to send me something really special! I WANT A FURBEE! If I get one I would love to teach it "Maltese" and I will let it sleep with me everynight! I know they are hard to get but please try hard. I never ever do pee-pee or stinker's in the house. My mommy and daddy say that I am a GOOD GOOD Girl so please try hard. Love, Chardonnay Marie

    Dear Santa,
    Hi, my name is Layla. I am a 6 month old Maltese. Oh yeah, I am also a good girl and very very cute. I have a different kind of Christmas request. You see, I already have everything any little fur-baby could possibly ask for. My mommy buys me so many toys she had to make me a toy box. And outfits? I have one for each day of the week, with bows to match! But first I want to tell you something important. I once lived with a breeder of Shih Tzu's. She had decided to also breed Maltese, so she got me. Well, there were 10 Shih Tzu's running around the place. I had to share everything!! If I didn't share, the other one's would just take it any way. I had to stay locked in the kitchen and couldn't roam the rest of the house like the other's did. I guess she didn't trust me. The kitchen was also used as a breeding room for the Shih Tzu's so I never really had any quiet time. My toys consisted of a ball and a rubber bone. The only time I ever got to go for a ride in the car was to go to the doctor, yuck. Then the lady decided she had too much work already with the other guys so she decided to sell me. I was real scared about this. I had been with her since I was a little baby. But then one day this lady walked in, my mommy. It was love at first sight for me. She just had the sweetest voice and kept saying how cute I was. The next thing I knew I was going for a ride in the car (oh no, not the doctor again). When I arrived at my new home I couldn't believe it. There were lots of toys waiting for me and they were all mine. There were no gates to lock me in anywhere. There were wee wee pads for me that I didn't have to share with anyone. There was even a nice soft couch to sit on. And guess what, Santa, I get to sleep with my mommy in a real big bed!! I go for rides in the car with her everywhere. I even made a new friend, Buttons. She is a 6 month old Bichon and she lives at my mommy's sister's house. (I guess that makes her my cousin.) I get so much love and kisses, I feel like I hit the lottery! I am just the happiest little fur-baby. So you see, Santa, I really don't need anything for Christmas. I already have more than I could ever ask for. But if I have just one Christmas wish then I wish that all the other fur-babies in the world could have a such a happy loving home like me! Sincerely, Layla

    Dear Santa,
    My name is Cleo Palmer and I am one year old. I have one sister who is much, much older and much, much bigger than I am, her name is Jessie, and I have heard my Mother refer to her as a X-Lab, (I am not quite sure what that means.) I also have two brothers, (however, I think that they may be adopted, because they do not look, sound or think the same way as I do, also when they speak to my Mummy, they say purr and meow). We are one big happy family. This is my first letter to you, as last year I was much to young to write to you, and I am very nervous. I have been extremely good this past year, well that is if you discount the two cane basket-beds that I have reduced to half their original size, (however I believe I was teething or bored, or both) , also the few times I peed and pooped in the middle of the floor (when I was only very young - now I go on my paper), and the odd times I have chased my brothers up the hallway and under Mummy's bed . I am trying not to do that any more, but it is such FUN. I would really like you to bring me lots and lots of fun things for Christmas, plus lots and lots of good things to eat. Actually when I think about it I really already have a basket full of play toys, - balls, bones, squeaky, soft and tugs toys - so maybe skip those and just bring lots to eat. Now that I think about that it makes me seem very greedy, as I already eat lots and also get lots of treats. I have a coat, walking harness and lead, three beds, one velvet pillow with tassels, three blankets for when it is cold, numerous ribbons for my hair and every imaginable hairbrush, so I don't need any more of those. It seems that I really have too much and a whole lot more than a lot of other puppy-dogs. I have just realized that I could be considered spoilt and indulged when others would love to simply have the loving home that I have with someone to love and care for them, without all the other advantages. So I would like to change my order from you and ask you to PLEASE, this Christmas, when you are delivering baby puppies and kittens to make sure that they go to loving homes, where they will be protected, loved and looked after. If it isn't too much to ask, maybe a packet of Chocolate drops for me, I promise to share them with my sister and brothers. Thank you Santa, and I hope you and the elves have a lovely Christmas. Please give my best wishes to Rudolph and the other reindeer, we will leave a bucket of water out for them on Christmas Eve in case they are thirsty, also a little something to warm you up. Love and Licks, Cleo
    p.s. Forgot to tell you, I live in Sydney, Australia. You must know the house because you came last year and left presents for all of us. p.p.s. We have a wonderful Mother, so maybe you could leave a nice present for her.

    Dear Santa Clause!
    My mommy says I'm your favorite baby, so could you do me a BIG favor and have your elves make me a bunch of clothes for Christmas? Don't laugh at me. I know I'm spoiled, but even though I already have two sweaters, a coat, and a baby-style carrier (I'm pretty good at giving my mommy the puppy face, if I do say so myself), I would love to have a few more sweatshirts, some boots, maybe a rain coat, you know! Maltese's are the aristocrats of the canine family. Love, Harvey

    Dear Santa,
    I am just a little bitty girl dog who loves her Mom a whole lot - in fact I love most everybody. My Mom says I am a very good girl, she forgets sometimes that I am a dog and cuddles me like a baby & I like that a lot. What I would really like for Christmas is for you to have your Elves create a little platform that would let me get up and down at the computer desk so that I could either lay beside the big box or hop into Mom's lap without disturbing her or scaring me about falling off. I really like to sit in her lap, but I am a tiny thing and she has to pick me up and then put me down. I think it would be fun to lay beside the big box on a soft blanket so that I can see my Mom. The cat's can get up there by themselves and I don't think it's fair. So please Santa if your elves could fix something up for me I will be a very happy girl - I think my Mom would like it a lot too! Merry Christmas Santa, Leslie's Phoebe Ruth
    P.S. The cookies will be out as usual, but Dad is going to spike the cocoa.

    Dear Santa,
    What I want more than anything is the new Tip-Easy Wastebasket with the tippable base; you know us little Maltese can just kind of give it a nudge with the nose. Red is my favorite color but my Mom says I look good in blue so blue is okay. I want my name on it in gold letters, all caps, please. Be sure to stuff it well with lots of Kleenex and paper napkins. Next, I would like an 8-pack of toilet paper to share with my friends. Please send one to my girlfriend, Miss Lucy 'cause we're planning a paper party and Jasper is NOT invited! Last, but not least, a box of tissue paper, all colors, please. It is really fun to slide on and I like to tear it and spit it out. Mom thinks I like those plush furry toys, but if you give me one, put the squeak on the outside so I can bite it right off. Yes I still love gummy bones. I need one for every room 'cause I forget where I put 'em and it drives Mom crazy when I can't find them. I usually sleep with one. (I gotta have a good chew or I can't get to sleep.) I dropped one between the wall and the stairwell. Hey, life can be crazy. Thanks, Santa. Give my regards to Rudolf. Wags and sniffle-licks, Noah Charles Blackmon

    Dear Santa,
    My name is Toto; I'm an old man, though my new mom says I'm just "youth-challenged." She's a grad student so she gets a lot of what she calls PC phrases from her teachers. Anyway, I'm a rescue Maltese. My old mom, Deb, couldn't take care of me. She got me from a petstore when I was a puppy but her life changed a lot and she couldn't take me with her. So Sarah and Adam, my new mom and dad, took me in. I really like them. They have me on a special diet and I get to sit on the sofa and watch TV with them. However, Santa, I found out from their vet, a really nice man who tells me I am handsome, that I am sick. I have a murmur that makes me cough sometimes, and makes me tired. My valve leaks; I'm not sure what that means but it made Sarah cry so I didn't like it. It doesn't hurt but I know I'm not as peppy as I used to be. So now I take pills and take it easy. But I heard Sarah and Adam talking about a vet bill coming soon for something called an Echocardiogram. I haven't had it yet, but I know it's a big deal because they're talking about money a lot. Adam and Sarah are both students and they take great care of me but don't have lots of money. they did buy me a neat polarfleece jacket though. Anyway, I'd like to ask for the following things for Christmas, if you don't mind.
    1. I'd like to be healthy for many more Christmases to come. The vet says I have a good strong will and I feel ok, but I know Sarah and Adam worry about me.
    2. I'd like to ask that the echogram be cheaper, so they don't have to worry about it.
    3. I'd like a nice big pillow. I like pillows.
    Thank you Santa. Sarah says I get to spend Christmas with her and Hanukkah with Adam this year, and she says that means I'll get lots of presents from their families. But I'd really like to give Sarah and Adam presents this year...I really like them a lot. Oh. . .it's time for bed now. Did I tell you I get to sleep on the bed? I even have my own pillow and blanket. Night night. And Merry Christmas Santa. Your friend, Toto, age 11

    Dearest, Santa Paws
    This year is my very first year of Christmas and I was wondering if you could bring me the tiniest rawhide bones. They are my very favorite and I carry them everywhere, I have five in the floor of this room, as I speak. But I know they will be gone way before Christmas! But if you have other things to do, then you could grant me one Christmas wish. . .To be with my mommy (owner) forever! If it's not too much trouble and you can find time for those things, I would be very happy. And I hope those reindeer have a good Christmas too, they work so hard and all, that's what my mommy tells me. "Pom-Pom", and mommy "Brooke"

    Dear Ruff Santa Ruff Claus!!!
    Ho!! Ho!! Ho!! My name is Lil' Miss Madison French and my mommy and daddy have told me all about you!!! I can't wait til my very first Christmas ever!!! You see, I'm only 5 months old and have never even seen snow yet, either!! There are so many things to look forward to as I get bigger and bigger!! I am so excited I just can't quit jumping and playing!!! Mommy said that I could ask for 3 things since that's what Baby Jesus got when He was born on Christmas morning. Well, there are so many things a little princess like me could want, but the most special thing I want is one of those Sherpa bags everyone keeps talking about!!! Sometimes I can't go out with mommy because I don't have anywhere to sit. I would be soooo happy if I had my very own traveling seat. Also, I really really really want a new baby sister!! I would love her and protect her and teach her all my tricks and we would play, play, play!!! I would tell her all about my mommy and daddy and how much I love them. Psst - Sshhh Guess what??!! Don't tell daddy, but my mommy just told me I was going to get a new baby sister!!! It's going to be a surprise for daddy!!! Hee Hee Hee!! For my third present I would be sooo happy with a nice scrumptious pig's ear - that would definitely make my day!!! Merry Christmas everyone from Mattie and her mommy and daddy!!! Ho!! Ho!! Ho!! Mattie & Kirsten French

    Dear Santa
    Well Santa this is Aurora, and I have been told about you, all the furbabies say you are the best human spirit in the world, and that you are the one that gave the Maltese our magic, well last year I knew you were not real. I was living in a small box, no one loved me, I never got to breath fresh air , no one ever showed me any love, and the people had stopped loving me, because I was a very bad dog. I knew I was a very bad dog because I was not able to understand the outside idea, I wanted to but everday I was screamed at, because I would make my messy in the people's house, it was the only time people ever knew I was alive, so I did not want to stop it, it was the only way I knew I was alive. Well it was your time of the year and everyone was happy, and the people were saying that I would be leaving for someplace called Rainbow Bridge, it sounded like such a wonderful place, because I would not have to live in this small box, and sleep with my stinky any more. I was dirty, wet, cold, and so unloved, that I knew Rainbow Bridge would be heaven. My tail never moved. Well it was the last full moon, before your great day, the day that you come to visit the place called Rainbow Bridge. People do not know that every year before you come to all the children of the world, you come and visit all the dogs at Rainbow Bridge, and listen to all our stories about the people who have loved us, and how someday we will see our special people again, that is the day at rainbow bridge that no airplanes can fly, because the wind from wagging tails would cause any plane to crash. That is the only time I saw you right before my sad brown eyes, there you were, you told me that all the Maltese at Rainbow Bridge asked you to help me, and get me out of this dark dank prison, why me I will never know, but there you were, I felt that you were the only spirit that could save me. I asked you what did the fur babys give you to save me, you said they gave up their magic. I did not want them to give up there magic, but Santa, it worked. I am now living and happy, shortly after Christmas I went to the doggie death place, and had my ticket to rainbow bridge, when this man pick me up and took me home, now I live in a great place, and I am very happy for me, but what about the other fur babies, now that they have lost their magic who will save them. You let the furbabies keep their love, but as I read over the posts on the Maltese Only Site, I know that we have lost our magic, so many of my brother and sister, are in the doggie death place waiting to leave for Rainbow Bridge. So Santa all I want for Christmas, is for you to give us Maltese, back our magic, so people when they come to the shelters they will pick us first. When people get a Maltese puppy they won't stop loving them, because they like me don't understand the outside thing right away. So people will understand we are so small that we can not take care of ourselves, that so many things in the world can hurt us, birds, small children, breeding, not being watched when outside. That if we still had our magic there would not be any Maltese to rescue. I know that there are Maltese being kept in small boxes, that are wet and cold like I was, I know that there are Maltese who have been told by the people that loved them that soon they will have to go to Rainbow Bridge, because the poor little Maltese acts like a dogs. That if we still had our magic people would stop thinking we are small humans, we are dogs, we love being dogs, and we are the special dog of the angels, that is why we have white hair, and only white hair. When I was saved by the other Maltese at Rainbow Bridge, and you Santa, I promised that I would do everything to help get the Maltese back their magic, and try to make sure than not another fur baby would never have to suffer, even if there were never anymore Maltese, until all of us had homes, I know that this will never happen, but please people you are the only animals in this world that can save us. Love You Santa, God Bless You, and All the Fur Babies at Rainbow Bridge. Aurora

    Thanx To The Judges of both contests: Marci Pinion & Larry Wiley!)

    Submitted by Anne Hudson
    Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, With no thought of the dog filling their head. And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Knew he was cold, but didn't care about that. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Figuring the dog was free of his chain and into the trash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But Santa Claus - with eyes full of tears. He unchained the dog, once so lively and quick, Last year's Christmas present, now painfully thin and sick.. More rapid than eagles he called the dog's name. And the dog ran to him, despite all his pain; "Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN! On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONDER and BLITZEN! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Let's find this dog a home where he'll be loved by all". I knew in an instant there would be no gifts this year, For Santa Claus had made one thing quite clear. The gift of a dog is not just for the season, We had gotten the pup for all the wrong reasons. In our haste to think of the kids a gift, There was one important thing that we missed: A dog should be family and cared for the same, You don't give a gift, then put it on a chain. And I heard him exclaim as he rode out of sight, " You weren't given a gift! You were given a life!" AUTHOR UNKNOWN

    Submitted by Tiffany Baker

    Cute, friendly and sweet as sugar is the only way to describe that innocent puppy face staring at you through the pet shop window. The words coming out of Mum and Dad's mouth after a week at home with the pup are a different story. "It did it again on the good rug!" "Where is the other half of my sock?" "Why is the washing scattered all over the house?" The key to avoiding the hassles of puppy mischief is training the dog the minute it joins the household. Also keeping any hazardous or chewable objects out of reach is a good idea. The three basic commands both inside and outside dogs should learn are: SIT, STAY and LIE DOWN. One method used to teach your dog to sit is as follows.

  • 1. Never approach your dog while it is hyperactive.
  • 2. Stand in front of your dog, reach back with one arm and gently press down on its rump.
  • 3. Always use a command while doing this, such as 'sit'.

    When your dog finally sits, pat and praise it and give it a treat.

    You will find the three commands very useful. For example, when you are eating at the table or outside having a BBQ with the neighbors, you and your guests do not want any food stolen. Tell the dog to sit where it is away from the food, lie down and stay. This will stop any hassles of food thieving. It is not that a dog doing something wrong is 'bad' dog, it just does not know what is right. Your puppy is going to learn something every day whether you are a part of it or not. Using training methods, is going to help the puppy to learn the right things to do instead of the wrong. This way you and your dog can have a worry free relationship.

    Submitted by Sharon Fisher
    We lost our 15 1/2 year old Princess Buffann on April 18 of this year. Our grandson, who is 8 years old, and his mother live with us. One day a couple of months after she was gone, he got in trouble for not minding his mother. She swatted him on his rear. He turned to his mother and said between tears, "If Buffy was here, she would be kissing ME and giving YOU dirty looks". She not only left us with many lasting memories but she also is very loved and remembered by this little guy.

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