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SURRENDERING THE HANDLEBARS 
When I met Christ
It seemed as though life were rather like a bike ride,
But it was a tandem bike.
And I noticed that Christ 
Was in the back helping me pedal.

I don't know just when it was
That He suggested we change places,
But life has not been the same since.

When I had control, I knew the way,
It was rather boring, but predictable...
It was the shortest distance between two points.

But when He took the lead,
He knew delightful long cuts.
Up mountains, and through rocky places
At breakneck speeds,
It was all I could do to hang on!
Even though it looked like madness,
He said, "Pedal!"

I worried and was anxious and asked,
"Where are you taking me?"
He laughed and didn't answer.
And I started to learn to trust.

I forgot my boring life
And entered into the adventure.
And when I'd say, "I'm scared."
He'd lean back and touch my hand.

He took me to people with gifts that I needed,
Gifts of healing, acceptance, and joy.
He said,"Give the gifts away;
They're extra baggage, too much weight."
So I did to the people we met.
And I found that in giving I received.
And still our burden was light.

I did not trust Him, at first,
In control of my life.
I thought He'd wreck it;
But He knows bike secrets,
Knows how to make it bend to take sharp corners,
Knows how to jump clear high rocks,
Knows how to fly to shorten scary passages.

And I am learning to shut up and pedal
In the strangest places,
And I"m beginning to enjoy the view
And the cool breeze on my face
With my delightful constant companion, Jesus Christ.

And when I'm sure I just can't do anymore,
He just smiles and say..."Pedal."

Author Unknown
 
 

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WELCOME....Mrs. O'Poodles invites you to O'Shannonville, a rural community in Southern Oregon where a few humans and lots of poodles live in harmony and peace (most of the time)! The Poodles have divided up their community into ethnic neighborhoods such as "The Red Gang's outback area", "The Sterling Family of South Main Street", Baron and The LeBlack Sisters" and their darling little black babies, who hangout very close to Mrs. O'Poodles' back door, hoping to sneak in and jump on the waterbed, raid the trash can, and at least, catch a nap in the Mayor's favorite recliner, before being discovered! The Tiny Poodles fit easily through the doggy door and come and go at will, so they live in Mrs. O'Poodles' house whenever they please (which is all of the time), a fact which causes much consternation and disgust to Baron and his girls. The distinguised Black poodle, Alona LeBlack, (mother of The LeBlack sisters), is in the company of Mrs. O'Poodles constantly. They are inseparable! Also residing in or close to O'Shannonville are a few humans...The Mayor, who lives outside of the city limits in his "dog-free zone", Mrs. O'Poodles  and the young Prince, Mr. Andy O'Shannon...sixteen years of age, and the old Prince, Mr. Cedar O'Shannon, twenty four years old, and a college student. Many grandchildren live over the hill and through the hollow, so "To Grandmother's house we go...to play with puppies"! "One can't have too many Poodles...or grandchildren" says Mrs. O'Poodles. If you honor the community with a visit, please be cautious. Mrs. O'Poodles is said to have contacted the dread disease called MPS (Multiple Poodle Syndrome) and it is possibly contagious! Please make sure your immunizations are up to date. A recent visitor to O'Shannonville is Mrs. MacDoodles and her LabraDoodles. Her stay is indefinite..."It all depends on how well my precious Doodle puppies are accepted in the community", she states. We are hoping that MPS doesn't mutate to MDS. Only time will tell...! Mrs. McPuggsley has just arrived. She is an "old-maid" Auntie of Mrs. O'Poodles...and she comes with her family of Pugs to visit O'Shannonville. Click above page link in the pink section to view our puppies and dogs that are currently available for adoption.

Mrs. O'Poodles with one of Dreamer's girls	A Study In Extremes 3# Pocket poodle next to a 100#Standard
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An Incredible Rescue Story
(Permission was granted to use this)
So, I've been rescueing abused, abandoned, neglected Rotties for over 10
years now. Mostly now, however I'm just on the techie side, running the
BB and web communications. But early last Fall I stepped in and
volunteered to foster an old Rottie named Max.

Max was turned over to a vet to be euthanized because he'd developed a
thyroid problem, was fat, and had begun to dribble (a symptom of thyroid
disease). The vet refused (because he's an incredibly awesome dog) and
took Max to the humane society in hopes he'd find a miracle ... His time
ran out... and the director hid him in her office for a while (in hopes of finding a miracle) and then that time ran out ... and the HS called us (again and again) and begged us to save this guy somehow, someway.

So I figured he'd fit into my pack and he came to my house to live out his life because NO ONE will adopt an 8 year old Rottie. Then in Feb, a huge fight broke out when my #2 dog attacked Max with intent to kill (seriously). So they were completely separated at all times and life went on. Then last month #2 dog broke through a temporary fence and attacked again and in the process of breaking up the (incredibly nasty) fight, my eldest daughter was bitten by Max (of course) because he's too old and slow to react on a missed lunge. The fight was so vicious we couldn't keep both dogs and Max was the biter so went back to the humane society for the 10 day death count.

We whined, petitioned, signed papers and got him sprung because by some
miracle of fate, an adopter looking for an older dog appeared and passed
home inspection. Then the adopter flaked out leaving Max in a kennel and
our funds were running out and he couldn't come back to me or else the
blood would flow again. Then the adopter decided it might work, so Max
traveled to Kansas City to try out a new home. It didn't work. So Max was headed back (per agreement with the HS) to be euthanized.

Then ... One of our volunteers, in Omaha NE, checking the paperwork for
ownership transfer on the microchipped noticed that

1.) the name listed as the owner was not the same as the person who
surrendered the dog to the shelter but unfortunately the phone number
was no longer good; however ...

2.) the name listed on the microchip paperwork was the same as her new
neighbor who had mentioned she loved Rotties; and

3.) decided to visit said neighbor; and

4.) was regaled with photos, trophies, ribbons and sad stories about how
(the neighbor) had lost her beloved Rottweiler, Max, 4 years earlier in a nasty divorce and had tried ever since to find him, but had finally given up and stopped updating the microchip registry information last year.

It was the same Max.

He's an AKC champion with a UDT obedience title. So Max has found his
"mom"! After 4 years and being on death row multiple times ... he's going HOME tonight! Is that COOL or what! ... technology is a wonderful thing.
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Sure does cement the argument in favor of microchips, doesn't it?

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THE LORDS PRAYER--rather cleverly done

This is in two parts-- the prayer (in small type) and GOD (in Capital Bold type) in response. It is very, very good....
Our Father Who Art In Heaven.
YES?
Don't interrupt me. I'm praying.
BUT -- YOU CALLED ME!
Called you? No, I didn't call you. I'm praying.
Our Father who art in heaven.
THERE -- YOU DID IT AGAIN
Did what?
CALLED ME. YOU SAID, "OUR FATHER WHO ART IN HEAVEN"...WELL, HERE I AM. WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND?
But I didn't mean anything by it. I was, you know, just saying my prayers for the day. I always say the Lord's Prayer. It makes me feel good, kind of like fulfilling a duty.
WELL, ALL RIGHT. GO ON.
Okay, Hallowed be Thy name...
HOLD IT RIGHT THERE. WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?
By what?
BY "HALLOWED BE THY NAME"?
It means, it means ... good grief, I don't know what it means. How in the world should I know? It's just a part of the prayer. By the way, what does it mean?
IT MEANS HONORED, HOLY, WONDERFUL.
Hey, that makes sense. I never thought about what 'hallowed' meant before. Thanks. Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven.
DO YOU REALLY MEAN THAT?
Sure, why not?
WHAT ARE YOU DOING ABOUT IT?
Doing? Why, nothing, I guess. I just think it would be kind of neat if you got control of everything down here like you have up there. We're kinda in a mess down here you know.
YES, I KNOW; BUT, HAVE I GOT CONTROL OF YOU?
Well, I go to church.
THAT ISN'T WHAT I ASKED YOU. WHAT ABOUT YOUR BAD TEMPER? YOU'VE REALLY GOT A PROBLEM THERE, YOU KNOW. AND THEN THERE'S THE WAY YOU SPEND YOUR MONEY --ALL ON YOURSELF. AND WHAT ABOUT THE KIND OF BOOKS YOU READ?
Now hold on just a minute! Stop picking on me! I'm just as good as some of the rest of those people at church!
EXCUSE ME. I THOUGHT YOU WERE PRAYING FOR MY WILL TO BE DONE. IF THAT IS TO HAPPEN, IT WILL HAVE TO START WITH THE ONES WHO ARE PRAYING FOR IT.  LIKE YOU -- FOR EXAMPLE.
Oh, all right. I guess I do have some hang-ups. Now that you mention it, I could probably name some others.
SO COULD I.
I haven't thought about it very much until now, but I really would like to cut out some of those things. I would like to, you know, be really free.
GOOD. NOW WE'RE GETTING SOMEWHERE. WE'LL WORK TOGETHER -- YOU AND ME. I'M PROUD OF YOU.
Look, Lord, if you don't mind, I need to finish up here. This is taking a lot longer than it usually does. Give us this day, our daily bread.
YOU NEED TO CUT OUT THE BREAD. YOU'RE OVERWEIGHT AS IT IS.
Hey, wait a minute! What is this? Here I was doing my religious duty, and all of a sudden you break in and remind me of all my hang-ups.
PRAYING IS A DANGEROUS THING. YOU JUST MIGHT GET WHAT YOU ASK FOR. REMEMBER, YOU CALLED ME -- AND HERE I AM. IT'S TOO LATE TO STOP NOW. KEEP PRAYING.
...pause...
WELL, GO ON.
I'm scared to.
SCARED? OF WHAT?
I know what you'll say.
TRY ME.
Forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who sin against us.
WHAT ABOUT CAROL?
See? I knew it! I knew you would bring her up! Why, Lord, she's told lies about me, spread stories. She never paid back the money she owes me. I've sworn to get even with her!
BUT -- YOUR PRAYER -- WHAT ABOUT YOUR PRAYER?
I didn't -- mean it.
WELL, AT LEAST YOU'RE HONEST. BUT, IT'S QUITE A LOAD CARRYING AROUND ALL THAT BITTERNESS AND RESENTMENT ISN'T IT?
Yes, but I'll feel better as soon as I get even with her. Boy, have I got some plans for her. She'll wish she had never been born.
NO, YOU WON'T FEEL ANY BETTER. YOU'LL FEEL WORSE. REVENGE ISN'T SWEET. YOU KNOW HOW UNHAPPY YOU ARE -- WELL, I CAN CHANGE THAT.
You can? How?
FORGIVE CAROL. THEN, I'LL FORGIVE YOU; AND THE HATE AND SIN WILL BE CAROL'S PROBLEM -- NOT YOURS. YOU WILL HAVE SETTLED THE PROBLEM AS FAR AS YOU ARE CONCERNED.
Oh, you know, you're right. You always are. And more than I want revenge, I want to be right with You..., (sigh). All right...all right...I forgive her.
THERE NOW! WONDERFUL! HOW DO YOU FEEL?
Hmmmm. Well, not bad. Not bad at all! In fact, I feel pretty great! You know, I don't think I'll go to bed uptight tonight. I haven't been getting much rest, you know.
YEAH, I KNOW. BUT, YOU'RE NOT THROUGH WITH YOUR PRAYER ARE YOU? GO ON.
Oh, all right. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
GOOD! GOOD! I'LL DO THAT. JUST DON'T PUT YOURSELF IN A PLACE WHERE YOU CAN BE TEMPTED.
What do you mean by that?
YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
Yeah. I know.
OKAY. GO AHEAD. FINISH YOUR PRAYER.
For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory forever. Amen.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BRING ME GLORY.......
WHAT WOULD REALLY MAKE ME HAPPY?
No, but I'd like to know. I want to please you now. I've really made a mess of things. I want to truly follow you. I can see now how great that would be. So, tell me ...
how do I make you happy?
YOU JUST DID
 

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SIT AND STAY

When the levee broke, the water came,
And flooded the entire town,
To save the folks, men came in boats,
So not a soul would drown.
"Not any room," the rescuer said,
"For dogs, or cats, or pets,
Men, women, and children only,
Sorry," he expressed regrets.

"You can't go, girl," her master said,
As, with tears, he turned away,
"I promise I'll come back for you,
But for now, girl ... SIT and STAY!"

So Princess sat on the front porch steps,
While the dark waters swirled below
Her doggy heart nearly broke apart,
When she saw her master go,

She could have jumped into the water,
And dog-paddled after him,
But SIT and STAY were the words she heard,
So she made no effort to leap in.

Always an obedient dog,
She listened to her master's voice,
And his command still fresh at hand,
Gave her no other choice.

She had water; she had food,
Enough to last for several days,
But her doggy appetite left, too,
When her master's boat got under way.

The first night on that dampened porch
Princess felt fearful and alone,
She whimpered nearly all night through,
She missed her master and her home.

The next day came, and then the next,
With no boats approaching her,
She saw a few rush by her porch,
But most of them were just a blur.

One night the house began to shudder,
The porch shook and broke away,
Then, like a raft, it floated off,
While on it, Princess SAT and STAYED.

In the morning, far from home,
The raft was caught in tangled weeds,
Back and forth poor Princess paced,
A pathetic sight, indeed.

She stared up at a cloudless sky,
Her eyes too tired to really see,
But she thought she saw a rainbow,
Up above the flooded trees.

It started near the porch's edge,
It seemed like a bridge high in the sky,
Perhaps if she could reach it,
It would lead to some place dry.

She stretched to reach the rainbow,
She stood tall on her hind legs,
She lost her balance several times,
And almost fell into the dregs.

If it truly were the Rainbow Bridge,
She knew it would lead to Heaven's Gate.
But ... what about her master,
Who had commanded her to wait?

She could not forget his orders,
And always she obeyed his words,
So she'd SIT and STAY and wait for him,
No matter how absurd.

Limp, exhausted and resigned,
She fell asleep on the old porch floor,
Then she awoke, surprised to find
The rainbow closer than before.

Easier now for her to reach,
She wouldn't have to stretch at all,
But then across the murky waters,
She heard a sweet, familiar call,

"Princess!  Princess"  Where are you, girl?
Her master's voice rang loud and clear,
She stood and weakly wagged her tail,
While whining softly she was here.

A reunion to end reunions!
Wet kisses, wags, and hugs!
Tears of joy and happy howls!
Heart strings pulled and tugged!

The Rainbow bridge no longer seen,
By the loyal dog that had obeyed
Nor would it reappear for years,
For the dog that chose to SIT and STAY.

Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright September 2005
http://www.poetrybyginny.com/index.htm
 
 
 
 
 

One of the agencies involved in Hurricane Katrina animal rescue....   http://www.nsalamerica.org/ar/index.html 'Frisky' companion gives Biloxi, Miss., veteran will to survive storm By Patrick May, Sun Herald BILOXI - Just when it seemed Hurricane Katrina would never quit, when 80-year-old George Mitchell thought he couldn't tread water for another minute, when he figured he'd taken his last breath and might as well just let the floodwaters swallow him up for good, his best friend did something that Mitchell is now convinced saved his life...read the rest of the story here.. http://www.sunherald.com/mld/sunherald/12575631.htm

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