Tuesday Morning, December 15,  2020

Gem of the Day: “I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.” 

~ Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol~     

Wake up the elves and the harness the reindeer! Rudolph, spread the news!

Two year old “Santa” came to us from the CACC shelter near Chicago and he is in trouble!

Christmas is only 10 days away and he needs the works, and a NAUGHTY something BIT him on his shoulder, leaving a huge puncture wound! You don’t bite Santa!

Santa needs your help and soon!                               

We have also now added Text-to-Donate feature! It’s simple and secure. You can use any major credit card as well as Google Pay and PAYPAL! Text the number 44321 (how easy is THAT number to remember?!) and type the letters SPR ( all capitals) in the message area. A secure link will come up with simple instructions. After that, you can text a donation of any amount to Small Paws anytime without filling out your information again! We hope you enjoy the ease and security of Text-to-Donate, to help the Bichons!

If we already have your credit card on file, please e-mail Louie and let him know the amount of your donation.

Dear Small Pawsers!

Happy Hanukkah and Merry Christmas to each one of you! We love you and miss you!

Guess what?! The good news is that we have saved Santa!

The bad news is that he will need between $1650.00-$1800.00 in vetting in order for him to get on that sleigh on December 24th!

No, he wasn’t out partying last night. Both of his eyes have a cherry eye and both need surgery! Now!

What is a cherry eye and how do you fix it?

And something is getting coal in their stocking because they bit him and left a puncture wound in his shoulder! Poor Santa has been through the wringer!

Dr. Blasso tells me we need between $1650-$1800 dollars for everything.

I know it’s Christmas and we are having a pandemic. If you can help, Santa needs you!

I will issue all matching donation challenges quick in a hurry!

Lastly, we got this poignant e-mail and it’s really for all of you. 

Marian Hass and  SPR “Lambkin”

On Dec 10, 2020, at 2:54 PM, Candace Evans < candace.director@yahoo.com> wrote:

Dear Robin,

 

I just had to write to reaffirm how thrilled we have been with our darling rescue, Lambkin.

She has been an amazing asset and pleasure in our lives.

To refresh your memory, I am the opera director in Dallas, Texas. We had such a wonderful chat about classical music and love of sweet puppies. I hope that this crazy year finds you well, and still enjoying those pleasures.

 

My Mom died in May, in an assisted facility. (Not Covid, thank God.) Every day that she was there, under quarantine, she texted to ask about us, After she had asked about Lambkin. (She had bonded with that dear dog so strongly, during the months that she lived with us, prior to the assisted living move.) Her final text to me, the night before she died was to ask about Lambkin, then to ask about us, and then her final words were “We are all such happy pups. I love you all.” The next morning, she drifted away in sleep. 

 

And there it is. The power that loving a dog can provide a family. Bless you for all the work that you do to provide so many with this kind of love.

 

Happiest of Holidays-

Candace

 

Candace Evans

www.candaceevansdirector.com

Skype –  CandaceDirector

She/Her

“You are braver than you believe, 

Stronger than you seem,

Smarter than you think, and

Loved more than you’ll ever know.”

A.A. Milne

 

Love to you all! Santa needs help! Where IS that sleigh??! Robin

Twas the Night Before Christmas, in the Mills of Missouri
By Robin Pressnall 1999

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the mills,
not a puppy was stirring, it was strangely quite still.
While back at the pole, Santa readied the sleigh,
to pick up these mill dogs, it was such a long way!
The reindeer were dressing all quick in a hurry
They were headed for RESCUE, and straight for MISSOURI!
On Dasher on Dancer on Comet and Cupid.
Those pups go to Pet Shops! We know! We’re not stupid!
As his sleigh did approach, the mill gates opened wide,
Santa called to them all, and they all jumped inside!
On Poodles, on Bichons, on Golden Retrievers!
Grab up the babies, we save those for grievers!
On Westies, on Lhasas, on cute Weenie Boogers,
On Shih Tzus and Scotties, they’re all sweet as sugar!
On Schnauzers, and Maltese, on Wire Haired Fox Terriers!
We’ve got room for ALL, the more now, the merrier!
And the sleigh just grew bigger as they all made more room,
These pups lives were changing! No more gloom and doom!
While out on the lawns there arose such a clatter
The millers ran out to see what was the matter!
When they found their “stock” gone, how the millers did sob,
while a Voice from above boomed, “GO GET A REAL JOB!”
As it seemed it could not get much better than this,
I started to wake, did I dream all of this???
There was no red sleigh, no reindeer with wings.
I guess it was sadly, just one of those things,
That you dream and you dream, till one day ’twill be.
That glorious day, when the mills are history!
And I think as we tell them, and tell them again,
Soon it will be that we all know that when,
One buys from a pet shop, there are pups you don’t see.
The Mama and Daddy, who are longing to be
loved by a family and scratched on their heads.
Not sleeping on wire, that are now called their beds.
One day it will be, oh how great that will feel!
We won’t mill our puppies like paper and steel!
And I heard it exclaimed as I woke up that night,
We won’t stand for this, we’ll stand up and fight!
With each breath we do have and each word we do say,
we’ll tell about the mills, till that glorious day,
when the mills are all outlawed, and all over Missouri,
The occupation of milling, will be but a memory.

By Robin Pressnall 1999

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