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Did you know you can direct your United Way Donations to B.A.R.K.? Just quote the name REGISTERED CHARITY NO. "Rescue a dog Thanks from all our wonderful Furry Friends
If you are
donating $200 or more to B.A.R.K. through United Way this year,
you are entitled to a ________________________________________________________________
Bark in
the Park was an overwhelming success this year. We made
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a second chance It doesn’t cost anything
to foster for Bark. We provide the food, toys, treats, Please consider helping by providing the necessary temporary home for dogs that often would be killed if we didn’t take them. We can only do this with your help and support
613-738-0119 819-776-5090 ____________________________________________________________________________ Pet of the Week
Fluffy Fluffy is a happy and friendly little dog. He is
stellar with other dogs, very respectful and Fluffy is neutered, his shots are up to date, he
is Heartworm checked and on the meds. Fluffy is not good with young children. 613-738-0119 819-776-5090 __________________________________________________________________
Niki WOO HOO Congratulations to Nadine Marcotte and her
beautiful Husky The entire Bark family is very proud of
these two and Niki You Go Girls ___________________________________________________________
The dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than you love yourself. ___________________________________________________________________ If you have a complaint or
concern or feel your requests ______________________________________________________________
Plant a Living Tree In Loving Memory _______________________________________________________________
Disclaimer The article below has been found on several
websites and brought to our attention Article found on several websites. Local Animal Shelter Welcome Visitors From The South Local animal shelters are bracing themselves for a holiday gift package - approximately 50 dogs arriving from Louisiana this weekend! The Niagara Falls Humane Society, Lincoln County Humane Society in St. Catherines, Welland and District Humane Society and the Fort Erie SPCA have all offered their support to house and adopt approximately 30 dogs, who will be arriving Friday or Saturday. The Hamilton SPCA, Cambridge & District Humane Society and the Guelph Humane Society will also be taking dogs for adoption. The dogs will be arriving in Niagara from Bogalusa, Louisiana this weekend and will be available for adoption soon after. They are arriving from "Boudreaux's Animal Rescue Krewe (B.A.R.K.)", a volunteer based rescue organization that is experiencing an extreme situation with the number of dogs needing homes in their area. Julian Long, President of B.A.R.K., originally partnered with the Cambridge & District Humane Society, who contacted B.A.R.K. to offer assistance after Hurricane Katrina. Since then, the partnership has continued to grow, providing a second chance for hundreds of dogs. This will be their fourth trip transporting dogs from Louisiana to Ontario. "We are fortunate to have a more proactive approach in dealing with overpopulation issues than in the Southern US", says Valerie Brown, General Manager of the Niagara Falls Humane Society. "Because of spay/neuter programs, dog licenses and responsible pet ownership in our area, we luckily do not have such high numbers of homeless dogs." Brown adds "although more can always be done to assist animals in need, in Southern Ontario we are not faced with an extreme case of dog overpopulation - as a result we can then share our resources with those animals who also need help, even if they are outside our communities." The "B.A.R.K. Krewe" is traveling from Louisiana with over 60 dogs, some which will stay in Buffalo shelters for adoption with more than 50 coming to Canada. For more information on any of thee dogs or to provide donations to help with the cost of caring for all animals in need, please contact your local Shelter. Contact information for local participating shelters can be found below.
Niagara Falls Humane Society Lincoln County Humane Society Fort Erie SPCA Welland & District Humane Society ________________________________________________________________________ Just A Dog From time to time, people tell me, "lighten
up, it's just a dog," or "Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of
friendship,
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I am your dog, and I have a little something
I would like to whisper in your I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to work.
Some have Look down at me now, while you sit there at your computer.
See, the way my You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you see
in mine? Do you That is all I ask. To slow down, if even for a few minutes to be with me. So many times, you have been saddened by the words you
read on that screen, I may not be here next week. Someday you will shed the
water from your eyes, So come, sit down here next to me on the floor, and look
deep into my eyes. I may tell you something about the fun of chasing a tennis
ball, or I may Someone very different from you, and here I am. I am a dog, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical
senses, and I Now, come sit with me on the floor. Enter my world, and
let time slow down We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so very short. --Love, (on behalf of canines everywhere) ____________________________________________________________
What a Dog Knows just last night you hit me that now I flinch at every touch that tomorrow you will hit me I'll bite the hand that fed me You'll claim I was a vicious cur I know the story's' sad and long For all the Dogs that never made it to a no kill rescue Sue Breen Dec 5 2006 __________________________________________________
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Interesting New Website
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The Katrina Dogs ____________________________________________________
To all non-pet owners who visit and complain about my pets:
And if they get pregnant, you can sell their children. __________________________________________
APPEAL TO MEMBERS AND SUPPORTERS FOR HELP WITH RAISING FUNDS FOR B.A.R.K. _______________
The Family Dog The family dog was bought
to guard Housed in a shed that was
airless and dark, When boredom set in with
no fun and no work, (Author Unknown) IF LIFE WERE LIKE THAT WE WOULDN"T NEED B.A.R.K. _________________
~ Mitch ~
Points to Ponder...
2. Become a Foster Parent 3. Make a Donation (we do give tax receipts) 4. Or purchase something from our B.A.R.K. Boutique. We greatly appreciate anything that you can offer to help us give these dogs a chance for a better life.
Rescued Hearts
Taking care of rescued dogs is something I do
best The dogs I've bathed, the food I've fed
The vacuuming I've done My own dogs I've neglected, but I tell them
every day I know they understand this, for in their eyes
I see Some people think I'm crazy
If I can love and help a dog, to find a better
way So now you know my secret, it's there for all to see The love I give, the life I save
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Rescued Dog
"No one again will hurt you," was whispered in my ear.
I was afraid I must admit, I've lived so long in fear. She said, "We are a circle, a line that never ends. She said, "There is a family, that's waiting patiently,
I waited very patiently, the days they came and went. Now every night I say a prayer to all the Gods that be. Arlene Pace
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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, 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 have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. 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 facing a middle-aged dog or cat, 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, 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. 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 meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of . I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
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