MY BOYS... MY BOYS... OH HOW I LOVE MY BOYS...

"MASON"

MOLLENS XXXII DEGREE MASON
JUNE 21, 1988 - DECEMBER 21, 1998
CH WALL STREET'S MARKET REPORTER X MOLLEN'S BLACK SPOT

"DEACON"

DEACON'S DEVIL
APRIL 2, 1974 - NOVEMBER 25, 1985
SAN-LEE'S SMOKE SPIRIT X WELSHER'S GYPSY GIRL

GOLIATH
July 1966-1971

LADYBIRD

1960- ?

-Fresh Prophet-
aka "Hootenanny"
I bought "Hootenanny",  a Register Saddle Bred Horse, in 1969. Hoot was the best young girl's dream come true. 

I'VE DREAMED MANY DREAMS
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- Author Unknown

I've dreamed many dreams that never came true
I've seen them vanish at dawn
But I've realized enough of my dreams, thank god,
To make me want to dream on

I've prayed many prayers when no answer came
Though I waited patient and long
But answers have come to enough of my prayers
To make me want to keep praying on

I've trusted many a friend that failed
And left me to weep alone
But I've found enough of my friends true blue
To make me keep trusting on

I've sown many seed that fell by the way
For the birds to feed upon
But I've held enough golden sheaves in my hands
To make me keep sowing on

I've drained the cup of disappointment and pain
And gone many days without song
But I've sipped enough nectar from the roses of life
To make me want to live on

I know why dog's were created,
with all their imperfections.
They humanize you. They are made to make you forget yourself
occasionally, so that the beautiful balance of life is not
destroyed.

Sonnet 25

Let those who are in favor with their stars
Of public honor and proud titles boast,
Unlooked for joy in that I honor most. Great princess?
Favorites their fair leaves spread
But as the marigold at the sun's eye,
And in themselves their pride lies burièd,
For at a frown they in their glory die.
The painful warrior famousèd for fight,
After a thousand victories once foiled,
Is from the book of honor razèd quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toiled.
Then happy I, that love and am beloved
Where I may not remove nor be removed.
by William Shakespeare
(1564-1616)

Sonnet 26
Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit,
To thee I send this written ambassage,
To witness duty, not to show my wit.
Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine
May make seem bare in wanting words to show it,
But that I hope some good conceit of thine
In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it.
Till whatsoever star that guides my moving,
Points on me graciously with fair aspéct,
And puts apparel on my tattered loving,
To show me worthy of thy sweet respect.
Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee,
Till then not show my head where thou mayst prove me.
by William Shakespeare
(1564-1616)

Sonnet 47
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other.
When that mine eye is famished for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast
And to the painted banquet bids my heart.
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part.
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself away art present still with me,
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them and they with thee.
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.
by William Shakespeare
(1564-1616)

Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest,
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
by William Shakespeare
(1564-1616)

Sonnet 12
When I do count the clock that tells the time
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night,
When I behold the violet past prime
And sable curls all silvered o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow.
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defense
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
by William Shakespeare
(1564-1616)

Sonnet 50
How heavy do I journey on the way
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
'Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!
The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,
Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,
As if by some instínct the wretch did know
His rider loved not speed, being made from thee.
The bloody spur cannot provoke him on
That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide,
Which heavily he answers with a groan
More sharp to me than spurring to his side.
For that same groan doth put this in my mind:
My grief lies onward, and my my joy behind.
by William Shakespeare
(1564-1616)

Tale of a Brood Bitch
Author Unknown

You buy a bitch, a winning thing'
And make her a champion in the ring.
She's sound, she's lovely, dysplasia free,
You want to breed her carefully.

Taking lots of time, you look around,
The stud, must be both typey and sound.
You study the pedigree 'till blind,
Building the litter in your mind.

Several possibilities appear.
You write back "My dog's the best"
Although the stud fee's out of sight,
You breed the bitch, the die is cast.
The next nine weeks don't go fast.

Of course, she whelps in the middle of the night.
With luck and care it turns out right.
The next eight weeks you fret and strain,
Feed and scoop in driving rain.

You take care with the homes they get.
This one is a show dog, this one a pet.
New owners call with problems dear,
You're on the phone for half a year.

AT LAST, the moment you've longed to know,
Your pups have come to their first show.
They all look fine, not one's a dud.
Then from behind you comes...
"WOW - WHO'S THE STUD ????

"Her life was okay. Sometimes she wished she were sleeping with the right man
instead of with her dog, but she never felt she was sleeping with the wrong
dog".
by Judith Callas

The following is a list of 10 things required of us by our Danes --
DON'T let
them down...

1. My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from
you will be painful for me. Remember that before you buy me.

2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.

3. Place your trust in me -- it's crucial for my well being.

4. Don't be angry at me for long and don't lock me up as punishment.
You have your work, you entertainment and your friends. I only
have you.

5. Talk to me sometimes. Even though I don't understand your words I
understand your voice when it's speaking to me.

6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will not forget.

7. Remember before you hit me that I have teeth that could easily crush
the bones of your hand but that I choose not to bite you.

8. Before you scold me for being "uncooperative" or "obstinate" or
"lazy", ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps
I am not getting the right food, or I've been out in the sun too
long, or my heart is getting old and weak.

9. Take care of me when I get old; you too, will grow old.

10. Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say "I can't bear to
watch" or "Let it happen in my absence." Everything is easier for
me if you are there.

Author unknown

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