Peppy Pets
Jan., 05 / 04



A Cat Would Say.....

A human by any other name can still work the can opener....
A radioactive cat has eighteen half-lives.


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Letters From Our Pet-zine Readers Pets

Hello! For Christmas, I got some dog nylabones, and a beautiful
stocking with my name on it, stuffed with greenies. I even got
some boneless, skinless chicken as an extra Christmas treat--
it was great!
Your Friend:
Chadwick the guide dog
Thair Knoles

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My name is Lucky, and I got a lot of wonderful gifts from
Santa Paws...although I'm sure my Mom baked the doggy
treat bones because I know I smelled them when she took
them out of the oven!

And I didn't bark when Santa came either! My outside friend,
Babe, did bark though---I think it was at the reindeer and not
Santa! And, I think Santa gave her a nice big juicy beef bone
to chew on, because when I looked out the window, that's
what she was eating on the deck!

But she also got an Igloo dog house full of fresh straw from
him, so she can sleep warm and out of the wind and snow.
Babe doesn't like it in the house, and she refuses to go to the
barn to sleep; Babe sleeps on the deck! She says it's an honor
to protect our Mom and Dad during the night...

As if I don't do that from inside the house! But that's all right,
they are really good to us, and we love them, and they love us.
So with the two of us on guard, there is nothing that can harm
them...or us.
Warm licks and dog-hugs
Lucky and Babe, and Jan Roat





I had a wonderful Xmas and so did my cat (Muffin) who is
a Ragdoll. Muffin received a new cat tree with 3 levels for
him to climb on, sleep in and just relax. He received plenty of
cat toys and catnip. He received a lot of toys from his cousin
Longfellow. Muffin was very happy on Christmas Day.
Janet Clark

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hi All: Our Christmas was quietly spent at home with one son
visiting for the day and a great and tasty dinner! Snoopy has
decided since we didn't have another of his favorites Turkey,
he would agree to a few tasty morsels of ham!

He received and played with two pull toys and enjoyed time
with his favorite uncle!! We have had sunny and warm temps
thru the holidays and Snoopy continues to run and chase
his neighborhood squirrels and birds!

He sends a big warm slurpy greeting and warmest wishes
for a WOOF WOOFY 2004!! We enjoy each and every
e-mail and look forward to the coming year being one of your
families!!

Snoopy and his family Hank & Joyce Malone and grandson
Enrico Marris!

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I just want Tippy & Alfred to know our entire family really
enjoy your site! For those that don't have a computer, I always
make a copy for them.

On Dec, 10 I fell while transplanting some flowers for a friend
in a nursing home. I have a 22 lb. cat that looks like Garfield
and very close to me. (Where I fell, we have a cement drainage
ditch due to the rains we have in Fl..) When I fell, I knew I
had broken my arm, because I heard the crack & felt
the horrible pain. I am already disabled because of an old
auto accident and my legs would not work either.

I laid there for 2 hrs in the pouring rain with Charlie (my cat)
right beside me. I finally crawled into the house, left the door
open and passed out in my recliner. Charlie kept licking my f
ace, staying away my right side, pacing up & down until my
daughter showed up.

Once Debbie showed up, he left me alone and bugged the
crap out of her, while she got me in shower & helped me
get dressed & took me to the ER. Sure enough, I had
broken my arm just below the ball joint. When I got home,
Charlie jumped in my lap, licked my face, jumped down
and ran to Debbie, jumped on the back of the couch and
licked her cheek. It almost looked like he was telling her
"Thank you for saving my mommy."
Nancy Price


Dr. J,

I just thought I'd drop you a line and let you know how
smart Sparky (aka Killdog 3000, Sparky McFeelgood) is
getting! You know that I give Sparky peanut butter cookies
(the kind with filling) as this particular model requires.

Anyway, last night I got up and let Killdog 3000 outside (to
deliver some mail) ha ha., that's what we call it when he has
to do his business. After he came in I gave him his cookie
and I grabbed a candy bar then I jumped in bed. He finished
his cookie and followed. He had just stuck his nose under
the covers to slip in, and I said "Did you eat a biscuit to
clean that sugar off your teeth ( as he is required to do
after eating a cookie)?"

He stops looks over at me (with the covers still on his
nose), and I said "you better go eat a biscuit". He stares
forward for a sec, then drops his nose out of the covers,
and jumps down off the bed, and trots to the kitchen. He
grabs a biscuit comes back and jumps on the bed eats his
bouquet and cleans up his mess (as required). Then gets
under the covers and goes to sleep!

And I of course say: "Your a good dog Sparky Mahler". Then I
reached under the covers and rubbed his belly (as required).


True story Doc!
Walter&Sparky Show
April 2, 2003



My Basenji passed away about 3 days ago and was wondering if
maybe you could lead me to a site where I might find some
information about canine aneurisms as I believe that is
what he died of. Thank you.


Goldie and Ebony

I have just lost a Golden Labrador that I have had for 13
1/2 years. I am a avid reader of your ezine. Goldie was her
name and she passed away on the 7th of August 2003. She had
a mate, a Black Labrador Retriever called Ebony. I am now devoting
my full time to Ebony, trying to console her and comfort her.

I found Goldie back at the first time where someone had
abandoned her in the middle of the road. I stopped and
picked her up and bought her home. I also have 4 cats of
which I love all my animals very dearly. When I read your
article on Angels I could not read all of it because I was
crying so much, keep up the good work and I will remain a
true reader of your ezine.

Have a Great Day
Edward B. Arnold



A BEAUTIFUL STORY.............

Mary and her husband Jim had a dog, Lucky. Lucky was a real
character. Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a
weekend visit they would warn their friends to not leave
their luggage open because Lucky would help himself to
whatever struck his fancy.

Inevitably someone would forget and something would come up
missing. Mary or Jim would go to Lucky's toy box in the
basement and there the treasure would be, amid all of
Lucky's favorite toys.

Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was
very particular that his toys stay in the box.

It happened that Mary found out she had breast cancer.
Something told her she was going to die of this disease...
she was just sure it was fatal.

She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her
shoulders. The night before she was to go to the hospital
she cuddled with Lucky. A thought struck her...what would
happen to Lucky?

Although the three year old dog liked Jim he was Mary's dog
through and through.

If I die Lucky will be abandoned, Mary thought. He won't
understand that I didn't want to leave him.

The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own death.
The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors
had anticipated and Mary was hospitalized for over two
weeks.

Jim took Lucky for his evening walk faithfully but the dog
just drooped, whining and miserable.

But finally the day came for Mary to leave the hospital.
When she arrived home Mary was so exhausted she couldn't
even make it up the steps to her bedroom.

Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to
nap. Lucky stood watching Mary but he didn't come to her
when she called. It made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame
her and she dozed.

When Mary woke for a second she couldn't understand what was
wrong. She couldn't move her head and her body felt heavy
and hot.

Panic soon gave way to laughter though when Mary realized
the problem.... She was covered, literally blanketed in
every treasure Lucky owned!

While she had slept the sorrowing dog had made trip after
trip to the basement and back bringing his beloved mistress
his favorite things in life. He had covered her with his
love.

Mary forgot about dying.

Instead she and Lucky began living again, walking further
and further together every night.

It's been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free.

Lucky?

He still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box
but Mary remains his greatest treasure.

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