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WHERE DO PETS COME FROM?

A newly discovered chapter in the Book of Genesis has provided the answer to "Where do pets come from?"

Adam and Eve said, "Lord, when we were in the garden, you walked with us every day. Now we do not see you anymore. We are lonesome here and it is difficult for us to remember how much you love us."
And God said, "No problem! I will create a companion for you that will be with you forever and who will be a reflection of my love for you, so that you will love me even when you cannot see me. Regardless of how selfish or childish or unlovable you may be, this new companion will accept you as you are and will love you as I do, in spite of yourselves."
And God created a new animal to be a companion for Adam and Eve. And it was a good animal. And God was pleased. And the new animal was pleased to be with Adam and Eve and he wagged his tail.
And Adam said, "Lord, I have already named all the animals in the Kingdom and I cannot think of a name for this new animal."
And God said, "No problem. Because I have created this new animal to be a reflection of my love for you, his name will be a reflection of my own name, and you will call him DOG."
And Dog lived with Adam and Eve and was a companion to them and loved them. And they were comforted. And God was pleased. And dog was content and wagged his tail.

After a while, it came to pass that an angel came to the Lord and said, "Lord, Adam and Eve have become filled with pride. They strut and preen like peacocks and they believe they are worthy of adoration. Dog has indeed taught them that they are loved, but perhaps too well."
And God said, "No problem! I will create for them a companion who will be with them forever and who will see them as they are. The companion will remind them of their limitations, so they will know that they are not always worthy of adoration."
And God created CAT to be a companion to Adam and Eve. And Cat would not obey them. And when Adam and Eve gazed into Cat's eyes, they were reminded that they were not the supreme beings.
And Adam and Eve learned humility. And they were greatly improved.
And God was pleased.
And Dog was happy.
And Cat didn't care one way or the other.

-- Author Unknown

THE PRETTY ONE

This was the last litter of puppies that we were going allow our Cocker spaniel to have. It had been a very long night for me. Precious, our only black Cocker, was having a very difficult time with the delivery of her puppies. I laid on the floor beside her large four foot square cage, watching her every movement. Watching and waiting, just in case we had to rush her to the veterinarian. After six hours the puppies started to appear. The first born was a black and white party dog. The second and third puppies were tan and brown in color. The fourth and fifth were also spotted black and white. "One, two, three, four, five." I counted to myself, as I walked down the hallway to wake-up my wife, Judy, and tell her that everything was fine.

As we walked back down the hallway and into the spare bedroom I noticed that a sixth puppy had been born and was now laying all by itself over to the side of the cage. I picked up the small puppy and I laid it on top of the large pile of puppies, who were trying nurse. Instantly, Precious pushed the small puppy away from rest of the group and refused to recognize it as a member of her family. "Something's wrong," said Judy. I reached over and picked up the puppy and I looked at its face. My heart sank inside my chest when I saw that the little puppy was harelipped and could not close its little mouth. We had gone through this once before last year with another one of our Cockers. If there was any way to save this animal, I was going to give it my best shot.

The next day, I took the puppy to the vet. I was told that there was nothing that could be done unless we were willing to spend a thousand dollars to try and correct the defect. He told us that the puppy would die mainly because it could not suckle. After returning home, Judy and I decided that we could not afford to spend that kind of money without getting some type of assurances from the vet that the puppy had a chance to live. However, that did not stop me from purchasing a syringe and feeding the puppy by hand, which I did every day and night, every two hours, for more than ten days.

The fifth week I placed an ad in the newspaper and within a week we had taken deposits on all of the pups, except the one that had the deformity. The little guy had learned to eat on his own as long as it was a soft canned food. Late that afternoon, I went to the store to pick up a few groceries. Upon returning, I happened to see the old retired school teacher, who lived across the street from us, waving at me. She had read in the paper that we had puppies for sale and was wondering if she might buy one from us for her grandson. I told her that all the puppies had been sold but that I would keep my eyes open for anyone else who might have a Cocker Spaniel for sale. Within days, all but one of the puppies had been picked up by their new owners. This left me with one brown and tan cocker as well as the smaller harelipped puppy.

Two days passed without me hearing anything from the gentleman who had placed a deposit on the tan and brown pup. So I telephoned the school teacher and told her that I had one puppy left and that she was welcome to come and look at it. She advised me that she was going to pick up her grandson and would come over at about eight o'clock that evening. Judy and I were eating supper when we heard a knock on the front door. Lo and behold, it was the man who has originally placed the order for the pup. We walked inside where I filled out the paperwork, he paid me the balance of the money, and I handed him the puppy.

Judy and I did not know what to do, or say, if the teacher showed up with her grandson. Sure enough, at exactly eight o'clock the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there stood the school teacher with her grandson standing behind her. I explained to her that the man had come for the puppy just an hour before she got there and that there were no puppies left. "I'm sorry, Jeffery. They sold all the puppies," she told her grandson.

Just at that moment the small puppy we had left in the bedroom began to yelp. "My puppy. My puppy!" yelled the little boy, as he ran out from behind his grandmother. I just about fell over when I saw that the small child was harelipped. The boy ran past me and down the hallway to where the puppy was still yelping. When the three of us made it to the bedroom, the small boy was holding the puppy in his arm. He looked up at his grandmother and he said, "Look Grandma. They sold all the puppies except the pretty one, and he looks just like me."

Well, Grandma wasn't the only one with tears in her eyes that day. Judy and I stood there not knowing what to do. "Is this puppy for sale?" asked the school teacher. "My grandma told me these kind of puppies are real expensive and that I have to take real good care of it," said the little boy, who was now hugging the puppy. "Yes ma'am. This puppy is for sale," I told her. The old lady opened her purse and I could see several one hundred dollar bills sticking out of her wallet. I reached over and pushed her hand back down into her purse so that she would not pull her wallet out. "How much do you think this puppy is worth?" I asked the boy. "About a dollar?" he told me. "No. This puppy is very, very expensive," I told him. "More than a dollar?" he asked. "I'm afraid so," I told him. The boy stood there pressing the small puppy against his cheek. "We could not possibly take less than two dollars for this puppy. Like you said, it's the pretty one," said Judy, squeezing my hand.

The school teacher took out two dollars and handed it to the young boy. "It's your dog now, Jeffery. You pay the man," she told the boy. I think it is a wonderful feeling for a young boy to look into the mirror and see "the pretty one."

-- Roger Kiser, Sr. <trampolineone @ webtv.net> (from "Petwarmers")