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No doubt about it. I don't know anyone that hasn't had to deal with it in one way or another. For animal lovers, losing a pet can be, and usually is, like losing a child. That is what we are going through right now...\u003cbr /\u003e\n\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\n\u003ca name\u003d'more'\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\n\u003cimg alt\u003d\"\" border\u003d\"0\" id\u003d\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452365306500320962\" src\u003d\"https://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cSRdB8sY4ZE/S6qxW7-djsI/AAAAAAAAAZY/gHUDjcyPTbg/s200/ConnorMaddy_2.jpg\" style\u003d\"cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 194px;\" /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\nDude lost his precious Maddy last week, and it has been absolutely devastating. Maddy was almost 16, and she and Dude have been together since she was only a few weeks old. He adopted her in the nick of time from an animal shelter in 1994, and, since then, they have been virtually inseparable. Man's best friend, indeed. Maddy has been by Dude's side through all of the peaks and valleys along his path, and was loved, I'm convinced, more than any dog in the history of the world.\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\nThough I didn't quite spend a whole year with Maddy, she quickly secured a place in my heart forever. She accepted Beasley and me into her family with Dude and Foster without hesitation, and was always so sweet and loving to us. As the only two girls in the pack, we bonded right away. I took her for manicures and to get her hair did (grammatical error INTENDED), and we shared a lot of girl talk. She was always an independent woman and wanted to do things for herself even when her aging body started to fail her. She was particular too. This gal knew what she liked. She's been known to jam to Smashing Pumpkins on more than one occassion, and she considered her favorite \"chefs\" - Miss Wendy, Miss Krystal, Kenny (Rogers), and Ronald (you know the one) - to be among her close personal friends. In fact, I think she had at least one friend in every species walking the earth, and I'm sure she is missed by each and every one of them.\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\n\u003cimg alt\u003d\"\" border\u003d\"0\" id\u003d\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452364744007123458\" src\u003d\"https://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cSRdB8sY4ZE/S6qw2MhoggI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2fhrz9bTV2s/s200/IMG_0382.JPG\" style\u003d\"cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 137px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 200px;\" /\u003eIf you have room in your life for a pet, particularly a dog, they teach you so much about yourself and bless your life in ways beyond what seems possible. Certainly, it's not always sunshine and roses. In fact, sometimes it's CRAP! LITERALLY. But even in those more trying moments, they are teaching us patience, tolerance, restraint, and showing us just how much we can really handle. All they want is to be loved. That's it. It's that simple. If you can give them your love, they will give you a friendship so loyal and true and will work everyday to show how much they love you in return. As heartbroken as we are when they leave us, we were even more blessed just to have had them in the first place.\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cimg alt\u003d\"\" border\u003d\"0\" id\u003d\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452364111493153442\" src\u003d\"https://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cSRdB8sY4ZE/S6qwRYOjQqI/AAAAAAAAAZI/F8mwLTGeCgQ/s200/DSCN0117_2.JPG\" style\u003d\"cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 140px;\" /\u003eYes, death is a complicated thing...and so is love. Dude loved Maddy so incredibly much and did everything he possibly could to keep her with us as long as possible. He gave her a happy, healthy, safe, and long life that was full of love and the kind of companionship that is rare even in human relationships. Maddy had the heart of a lion and was one of the sweetest, sassiest, toughest, and bravest souls I've ever encountered. I am so thankful that Dude brought her into my life. I consider myself lucky to have known her even if for a short time and even luckier knowing I have a person in my life who is capable of loving her as much as he did and always will.\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\nMaddy, we miss you so much every single day. I will keep the promises I made to you...the ones I whispered in your ear. Thank you for everything you taught us and for your loyalty, your friendship, and most of all your love. You will always be a part of what made us who we are together and as individuals. \u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cimg alt\u003d\"\" border\u003d\"0\" id\u003d\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452363126827904674\" src\u003d\"https://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cSRdB8sY4ZE/S6qvYEED7qI/AAAAAAAAAZA/jruo4PO7BmE/s320/IMG_0259.jpg\" style\u003d\"cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;\" /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.amysjustsaying.com/feeds/8950408296290811833/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http://www.amysjustsaying.com/2010/03/all-dogs-go-to-heaven-especially-this.html#comment-form","title":"1 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617703709209272834/posts/default/8950408296290811833"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617703709209272834/posts/default/8950408296290811833"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://www.amysjustsaying.com/2010/03/all-dogs-go-to-heaven-especially-this.html","title":"All dogs go to heaven - especially THIS one."}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Amy"},"uri":{"$t":"https://www.blogger.com/profile/18038313873825254338"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"32","src":"//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTaIGZILVcpZXMDQGukjso9jh2HvmiD6gAdZBi6dxG7cA6RYqs9Ig-XXDY91aou8F1IbpyNTs33tf6qNQvaUKLsAwttPfjAJuQBL3N-fZzASDIyRTYr-LqSdztvnbxe10/s113/Watercolor+Amy.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cSRdB8sY4ZE/S6qxW7-djsI/AAAAAAAAAZY/gHUDjcyPTbg/s72-c/ConnorMaddy_2.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"1"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617703709209272834.post-5672216465157020263"},"published":{"$t":"2009-03-21T17:50:00.004-04:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2022-03-30T13:08:35.228-04:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"friendship"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"dogs"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"love"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Chicago"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Beasley"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"Let me tell you a little something about my best bud. His name is Beasley. He'll be 4 in June. He is black and white. He loves me unconditionally and is always happy to see me...and everyone else. All he wants in life is to be near me and occasionally some food, water, and a squeaky toy.\u003cbr /\u003e\n\u003ca name\u003d'more'\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003ca href\u003d\"http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cSRdB8sY4ZE/ScVlaUAzi2I/AAAAAAAAABk/aJXh8A_-PeY/s1600-h/100_1494.JPG\" style\u003d\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003e\u003cimg alt\u003d\"\" border\u003d\"0\" id\u003d\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315766437903829858\" src\u003d\"https://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cSRdB8sY4ZE/ScVlaUAzi2I/AAAAAAAAABk/aJXh8A_-PeY/s200/100_1494.JPG\" style\u003d\"float: left; height: 151px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003eI adopted Beasley back in the Fall of 2005 from a \u003ca href\u003d\"http://www.havanese.org/\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"color: #cc6600;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eHavanese\u003c/strong\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/a\u003e rescue organization called \u003ca href\u003d\"http://www.rescuedhavanese.org/\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"color: #cc6600;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eHALO\u003c/strong\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/a\u003e. It was the best decision I ever made in my life - well, one of them. I was living in Chicago at the time and having a pretty rough go of things - for that matter, so was he. When I first brought Beasley home, he thought all humans just wanted to hurt him. He was just a shaky little ball of fur - a lot like his new mom minus the fur. He had no idea what he was suppose to do with those toys or that that soft cushy thing would be nice to sleep on. \u003cbr /\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003ca href\u003d\"http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cSRdB8sY4ZE/ScVo4CxSDEI/AAAAAAAAACE/KMoFtyxVWM8/s1600-h/P1010004c.jpg\" style\u003d\"clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;\"\u003e\u003cimg alt\u003d\"\" border\u003d\"0\" id\u003d\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315770247206276162\" src\u003d\"https://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cSRdB8sY4ZE/ScVo4CxSDEI/AAAAAAAAACE/KMoFtyxVWM8/s200/P1010004c.jpg\" style\u003d\"float: right; height: 143px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\nSlowly but surely we got to know each other. He learned that his favorite place to take a nap was snuggled into my legs on the sofa resting his little head on my knees. He learned that those little rubber squeaky things could provide hours and hours of the most fun he'd ever had. And most importantly he learned that I loved him and would never ever do anything to hurt him. From that point on we've been a package deal. We moved from Chicago where he loved the snow and walks along Lake Michigan, to Atlanta where he can run and run outside in the warm sun almost year-round. \u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003ca href\u003d\"http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cSRdB8sY4ZE/ScVshQWqDFI/AAAAAAAAACM/BUDZj44e8b0/s1600-h/Beasley07+006b.jpg\" style\u003d\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003e\u003cimg alt\u003d\"\" border\u003d\"0\" id\u003d\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315774253762219090\" src\u003d\"https://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cSRdB8sY4ZE/ScVshQWqDFI/AAAAAAAAACM/BUDZj44e8b0/s200/Beasley07+006b.jpg\" style\u003d\"float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 160px;\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003eAs the man in my life, he is my consumate \"protector\" - letting me know when ANYTHING (and I do mean ANYTHING) may possibly be afoot outside. Although it may annoy me sometimes, I love him for that and so many other things. He has licked a lot of tears off of my cheeks and jumped around with me when I've been excited about one thing or another. He's the last face I see before I go to sleep and the first one I see when I wake up. \u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\nHe's my little man. My best pal.\u003cbr /\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv align\u003d\"center\"\u003e\n\u003cobject class\u003d\"BLOG_video_class\" contentid\u003d\"d0d9eb3f5811f6b2\" height\u003d\"266\" id\u003d\"BLOG_video-d0d9eb3f5811f6b2\" width\u003d\"320\"\u003e\u003c/object\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv align\u003d\"left\"\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.amysjustsaying.com/feeds/5672216465157020263/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http://www.amysjustsaying.com/2009/03/beasley.html#comment-form","title":"2 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617703709209272834/posts/default/5672216465157020263"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617703709209272834/posts/default/5672216465157020263"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://www.amysjustsaying.com/2009/03/beasley.html","title":"Beasley"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Amy"},"uri":{"$t":"https://www.blogger.com/profile/18038313873825254338"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"32","src":"//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTaIGZILVcpZXMDQGukjso9jh2HvmiD6gAdZBi6dxG7cA6RYqs9Ig-XXDY91aou8F1IbpyNTs33tf6qNQvaUKLsAwttPfjAJuQBL3N-fZzASDIyRTYr-LqSdztvnbxe10/s113/Watercolor+Amy.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cSRdB8sY4ZE/ScVlaUAzi2I/AAAAAAAAABk/aJXh8A_-PeY/s72-c/100_1494.JPG","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"2"}}]}});