Dogs in Heaven

Someone told me once that dogs do not go to heaven because of some technicality of nonsense that dogs do not have a soul and only beings with souls go to heaven. I will tell you that I believe dogs go to heaven.

How could God not allow the most tender loving animals a place in heaven? These blessed creatures are our guardians, confidants, friends, they are loved by their humans but I think they love us too.  My pup looks at me with love and curiosity, looks at me for their health, comfort, hunger, and adoration.  

What other creature can love you unconditionally?  They deserve a place in heaven! Heaven will be the most awesome heaven with all my dogs that have gone ahead to wait for me.  

When I get there they will greet me along with my parents and other human loved ones waiting in heaven.  I long to see Tippy, Pal, Toby, Sheba, Lacy, Louie, and my tender little Kacee someday. 

I can see myself sitting on the ground and being licked with love from all of them.  That would be heaven to me.

I love this!  You can tell how much this pup loves and misses his human.  Which explains how we are missed in the short time we leave the house and return to a rambunctious welcome.  They don't have a clue where we went, just that we are gone.  Does my heart good to see this.  Soldier returning from leave gets the best welcomes from the furry babies!

This is a Beautifully written tribute to a great dog.  I had to share.  This took me back to the time we had to say goodbye to Louie and Lacy.  Both were very emotional days.  The time our beloved friends are with us is relatively short but long on memory.  I can remember so may loving times with my furry babies.  They were here to help me raise three small boys.  They helped us develop our patience and love for animals.  I truly believe that God so loved us that he gave us dogs and made sure we didn't eat them like the cow and pig.  He made them sweet and tender so we would care for them as tiny pups then, as they grew, we would be rewarded by a trustworthy friend for life.  No he gave the dog a heart and love so extreme that we could not help but love them and they love us.

Kacee's diet

Kacee has been on a diet for about a week now.  No table scraps, no late night treats.  We have cut her down to one small treat a day.  She treats me like I am being mean.  She's been giving me the 'look.' As she comes in after her outside time, she stops and looks at me and and up at the treat jar.  Poor baby.

Kacee is a great friend, she has a well defined attitude.  The girl is really smart too.
She can also be really bossy.  If we leave food out she will only get into it if we forget to tell her goodbye when we leave her alone.  Kacee's birthday is today.  She is 5 human years old.  Her name was Aria when she was born at Whispering Shelties in Iowa but we changed her name to Kacee.   She loves St Patrick's day when I dress her up in green.  What fun!  She's a sweet girl who loves when the grand children come over.  She helps keep them clean by licking their clothes and hands.

Kacee post spay

Kacee came home after her spay and did just fine.  I do find that she is eating much more than she did before.  She seems to be a bit more nervous or emotional.  She barks her backtalk at us as we let her outside if we don't accompany her.  We have all noticed the same behavior from Kacee.

Kacee discovers secret of the squeek toy

About Louie

Louie came to me in 1994 about a month after the Fourth of July that year. She was named Lacy Lou after our other other Sheltie that died at the age of 11. My other Sheltie was named Lacy and she died on the Fourth of July. It was a bad time for us. We had to have a Sheltie in the house as Lacy left us with a tremendous hole in our hearts. My husband, at the time (we divorced), found someone that had pups to sell. We immediately found ourselves driving over to look at them. Excitement, mixed with sorrow and guilt that we were replacing our beloved Lacy so soon after her death made me a little resistent. I had a slight hope that this new pup would be our Lacy's chance to come back and be with us again.

I saw Louie looking at us from the back of the box. She and her siblings were on display and they were all were so bright looking and showing off for us. She looked at me, caught my eye but didn't come to see me like the others. They were throwing themselves at me. Louie looked at me like she didn't have a chance. She was smaller than the others and more beautiful as I think of it. Her eyes betrayed her intelligence.

I picked her out from all the rest. She cuddled with me and barely fit in my hands, a tiny pup and eager to come with us. She was our sweetie from day one.

Even though her name was Lacy Lou, she was such a tomboy that we called her Louie. She was an athlete. Louie taught us how to fetch, and throw like pros. Both of my Shelties were very smart. She was a lazy persons dog.

I love to talk about my Louie. She is both remarkable and precious. I have three grown sons, and they don't like when I talk about them. I created the blog to be able to talk about Louie. I call her their little sister. They really don't mind and I think they accept her as a little sis.

I also thought I would write about Louie as she can't read.
Yet.