IF YOU ARE AN OLE WOODCRAFTER CUSTOMER... THEN SEND US A PICTURE OF YOUR HAPPY PET! ... (psst, Hey even if its a sad pet... send it on.)

Hello folks the Ole Woodcrafter here.

If you are a pet lover, as I am, I love all 5 of our dogs and two cats, you will agree with me that one of the greatest blessings that the good Lord has given us, is our pets. I feel that our pets are truly members of our family.

Our pets greet us at the door after a stressful day or when we are feeling blue they have that special way of making things right again.

Isn't it wonderful what our pets bring to our lives. They give us so much but yet, ask nothing in return.

Some of our customers sent us pictures of their pets. If you should have a picture of your pet, and you would like for me to add it to our collection, I will try really hard to get it on our site.

     OUR HAPPY PETS

IF A PET COULD SPEAK  

I am your dog, and I have a little something I'd like to whisper in your

ear. I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to work, some

have children to raise. It always seems like you are running here and

there, often much too fast, often never noticing the truly grand things

in life. Look down at me now, while you sit there at your computer. See

the way my dark brown eyes look at yours? Look deeply into them… They are slightly cloudy now.

That comes with age. The gray hairs are beginning to ring my soft

muzzle.

You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you see in mine? Do

you see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no other could in the

world? A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior wrong doing

for just a simple moment of your time? 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, of others of my kind,

passing. Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so suddenly

it wrenches your heart out of your throat. Sometimes, we age so slowly

before your eyes that you may not even seem to know until the very end,

when we look at you with grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded eyes.

Still the love is always there, even when we must take that long sleep,

to run free in a far distant land.

I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week. Someday you

will shed the water from your eyes, that humans have when deep grief

fills their souls, and you will be angry at yourself that you did not

have just "One more day" with me. Because I love you so, your sorrow

touches my spirit and grieves me. We have NOW, together. So come, sit

down here next to me on the floor, and look deep into my eyes. What do

you see? If you look hard and deep enough we will talk, you and I, heart

to heart. Come to me not as "alpha" or as "trainer" or even "Mom or

Dad," come to me as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look deep

into one another's eyes, and talk.

I may tell you something about the fun of chasing a tennis ball, or I

may tell you something profound about myself, or even life in general.

You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul to share

such things with. 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 can

revel in the differences of our spirits and souls. I do not think of you

as a "Dog on two feet" -- I know what you are. You are human, in all

your quirkiness, and I love you still.

Now, come sit with me, on the floor. Enter my world, and let time slow

down if only for 15 minutes. Look deep into my eyes, and whisper to my

ears. Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will know your true

self. We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so very short.

WRITTEN BY Ron Snider The Ole Woodcrafter

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