Dog people are a special breed not usually recognized by the CKC/AKC/UKC.
They usually have crates in their living rooms.
They keep messy houses, but their kennels are spotless.
They can always find a show catalog within an arm's reach.
And they have kids who know more about the birds and bees when they
are five than most people know at 40.
Dog people will drive 400 miles, spend $100 on gas, $200 on a
motel room and $150 on meals to bring home a 25 cent ribbon.
Dog people drive trucks, vans, and motorhomes equipped to haul crates.
They can never be reached on weekends, unless you happen to be at
the same show.
They have trouble getting to work on time but can be at ringside
by 8:00a.m.
Dog people will give up a $150,000 home in the suburbs to move to
a shack on 10 acres so they can have a $150,000 dog kennel.
Dog people have children who grow up believing "Bitch" is
just another household word.
Dog people have lush green yards and never buy fertilizer.
Dog people pay the mortgage ten days late but NEVER miss a closing
date for entries.
Dog people would rather be audited by the IRS than investigated
by the AKC.
Dog people use dog food bags for trash and trash cans for dog food.
Dog people talk on the phone for hours to another dog person in
a language known only to dog people.
Dog people have parents and family who think they've lost their
minds, neighbors who think they're strange and doggy friends who
think they're terrific.
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Just this side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When
an animal dies that has
been especially close to someone here, that
pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are
meadows and hills for all of
our special friends so they can run and play together. There is
plenty
of food, water and 
sunshine and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the
animals who had been ill and old are restored to health
and
vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made
whole and strong again,
just as we remember them in our
dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are
happy and content, except for one small thing: they
each
miss someone very special, someone who was left behind. They
all run and play together,
but the day comes when one suddenly stops
and looks into the distance. His bright eyes
are intent; his eager
body begins to quiver. Suddenly, he breaks from the group, flying
over the green grass, faster and faster. You have been spotted, and
when you and your
special friend finally meet, you cling together
in joyous reunion, never to be parted again.
The happy kisses rain
upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and
you
look once more into those trusting eyes, so long gone from your life,
but never absent
from your heart.
Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together..
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