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Have not got them yet, there are some issues south of the border that need to be addressed before I take possession. The first being I demand a clean bill of health from a veterinarian before I pay for them and pick them up. It was promised to me, but so far I have not gotten it. A few minor issues as well, but that is the biggie.
 
I know someone who got a rescue from after Katrina and while its a wonderful thing to do the rather substantial vet bills that they've been dealing with since has made them regret the decision.
Keep on with the demand for a clean bill of health.
 
Have not got them yet, there are some issues south of the border that need to be addressed before I take possession. The first being I demand a clean bill of health from a veterinarian before I pay for them and pick them up. It was promised to me, but so far I have not gotten it. A few minor issues as well, but that is the biggie.

Do you need a health certificate to get them across the border?
 
Do you need a health certificate to get them across the border?
To an extent, yes. They need to be fully vaccinated and have no contagious diseases. I have brought animals across the border before and it is quite a simple process, really nothing more than paperwork.
 
It's really easy if you have the vet papers (shots etc).
I brought my dog over from the states when he was 8 weeks old. The guy at Customs was more concerned with why I'd pay 2 grand for a puppy than if the paperwork was in order.
He didn't even pull me over to pay the GST on it.
Eventually I just told him that I paid 300 per leg and then 250 for each ball.
 
It's really easy if you have the vet papers (shots etc).
I brought my dog over from the states when he was 8 weeks old. The guy at Customs was more concerned with why I'd pay 2 grand for a puppy than if the paperwork was in order.
He didn't even pull me over to pay the GST on it.
Eventually I just told him that I paid 300 per leg and then 250 for each ball.

LMAO !!!
 
That's devotion: A man and his dog by Maurice Boscorelli

That's devotion: A man and his dog by Maurice Boscorelli

Broken, bleeding dog recovering.
A dog found bleeding with a broken jaw hanging crooked from her face has been nursed back to life in an Edmonton clinic.

 
His smile says it all.


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What an awesome child! It all came about from him asking his mother why are kids hungry.
[h=1]Oliver, 7, uses $20,000 prize to plant five more community gardens[/h]
Oliver: gardens are growing Oliver Allen-Cillis shows off a pumpkin and the stand he used to sell his homeground vegetables for donation. Hamilton Spectator file photo




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Contact Stacey Allen-Cillis at [email protected] or Clare Wagner at the Hamilton Community Garden Network at [email protected] or 905-540-8787 ext. 15. Or, visit the project’s website at





There will be five more community vegetable gardens blooming in Hamilton this summer, thanks to a thoughtful little boy and his very green thumb.

After winning a for their successful community garden last November, seven-year-old Oliver Allen-Cillis and his family have decided how to use their award — they’re going to plant five more.
Oliver, with help from his parents and younger sister, Piper, spearheaded Oliver’s Garden Project last summer at their Cumberland Avenue home, selling their organic produce to raise money for charity.

In a single growing season, they raised about $700 for The Living Rock. This summer, after placing first in Nature’s Path Gardens for Good contest, they have a cool $20,000 to kick-start the project.

Along with their partner, the Hamilton Community Garden Network (HCGN), Oliver’s Garden Project will use the funds to expand the project with five more gardens in their South Sherman neighbourhood.

“(Oliver) has no idea, really, the size of it overall,” his mom, Stacey Allen-Cillis, said of the project’s new direction. “He knows as much as we do, as does his sister, but he absorbs it in a seven-year-old manner.”
For a kid, $20,000 is a lot of money. That can get you a lot of Lego — his favourite.

But this little gardener is thrilled his prize will go to help even more kids. The goal of the project has always been to teach youth about making a difference in their communities through organic vegetable gardening.
The expansion will provide five more families with all the supplies and education they need to start their own organic vegetable gardens in the community.

has also teamed up with Parkview Secondary School, whose students will grow seedlings.

“I don’t know how the heck we’re going to fit all these seeds,” Oliver said, listing off his loot from a recent trip to a seed swap. “But I’m really excited to grow more things.”
His goal this year?

“Getting people to help us out, that’s really what my mom and me want,” Oliver said. “We’re still trying to get more people so we can raise more money for charity.”

“We’re still trying to decide (which charity), ’cause there’s a lot to choose from,” he added.
Their first order of business is choosing which families will take on the new gardens. The only requirement for anyone wishing to be one of the lucky five (applications are due April 6) is that they live in the South Sherman hub and have a child between 6 and 18 years old.
 


Holy dashcam, Batman!
Police in Montgomery County, Md., got a treat when they pulled over a black Lamborghini for not having proper licence plates. Turns out, the pricey Lambo belonged to a real-life Bruce Wayne. Sort of.Lenny Robinson, dressed in full Batman costume, greeted officers after he stepped out of the car, and even posed for pictures.The Baltimore County businessman was driving his “Batmobile” to Georgetown University Hospital to entertain sick children.The caped crusader escaped without a ticket after he was able to show them a proper license plate for the car.

 
This Staten Island pooch took a bullet to the head to save his owner — and lived to bark about it.

Kilo, a 12-year-old pit bull, was shot during a terrifying home invasion robbery attempt as he lunged at a thug posing as a FedEx deliveryman.

The bullet amazingly ricocheted off Kilo’s skull and exited through his neck — sparing the dog from certain death.

“This is like, one in a million,” said Dr. Greg Panarello, whose veterinary clinic operated on Kilo. “He’s very lucky.”

The hospital’s staff was so impressed, they put a little “S” on his bandage — for “superhero.” Panarello called him “a really sweet dog.”

The drama unfolded at around 5 p.m. Saturday when the fake deliveryman pushed his way into the apartment on Lambert Street in Graniteville after claiming he had a package.

Justin Becker, 32, shoved the thug to the ground, and pushed the door into his body — jamming the gunman as he lay halfway inside the apartment.

That’s when Kilo sprang into action.

“My dog stuck his head out the door, and then [the thug] shot him in the head,” Becker said. The coward then ran off.

Becker’s girlfriend, Nicole Percoco, thought there was no way Kilo would survive.

“Hold him in your arms. Let him die in your arms,” she told him. But Becker refused to give up on his best friend.

“I’m not going to let him die,” he said.

He picked up Kilo and rushed him to South Shore Animal Hospital in New Dorp.

An X-ray showed the bullet entered Kilo’s head but never penetrated his skull.

There was a lot of swelling, but no fracture to the bone, said Panarello. It also looks like Kilo didn’t suffer any injury to his brain.

Kilo’s back home now — with painkillers and antibiotics, and under orders to rest up. He's got a cone around his neck to restrict his movement, and a drain for his wounds.

The vet bill was $2,200.

“I was in shock. It saved my dog’s life, though,” Becker said.



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This is interesting. Hope it helps a few of our smokers here:

QMI AGENCY

Smoking will never be anything but bad for you, but if you can't kick the habit, there's evidence a daily dose of omega-3 fatty acids will mitigate the damage.

Researchers in Greece gave two grams of omega-3 to a group of smokers for four weeks and found it improved arterial stiffness and lessened the impairment of vascular elastic caused by cigarettes.

"These findings suggest that omega-3 fatty acids inhibit the detrimental effects of smoking on arterial function, which is an independent prognostic marker of cardiovascular risk," said Dr. Gerasimos Siasos of the University of Athens Medical School in a press release.

"The cardio-protective effects of omega-3 fatty acids appear to be due to a synergism between multiple, intricate mechanisms involving anti-inflammatory and anti-atherosclerotic effects."
 
I guess a story about how a couple of hours ago I was getting a hummer doesn't count as a 'feel good' story?
 
A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.

Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The
funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel
as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

"Jack, did you hear me?"

"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him.
I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said...

"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were
doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the
fence' as he put it," Mom told him.

"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.

"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure
you had a man's influence in your life," she said.

"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this
business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he
thought were important. Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his
hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children
of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see
the old house next door one more time.

Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over
into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly
as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of
furniture. Jack stopped suddenly...

"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.

"The box is gone," he said

"What box?" Mom asked.

"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must
have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was
'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it,
except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get
some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work
one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a
package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next
three days," the note read. Early the next day Jack retrieved the package.
The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years
ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught
his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car
and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope.
Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.

"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett.
It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the
letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked
the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.

Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the
cover. Inside he found these words engraved:

"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."

"The thing he valued most was... my time"

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared
his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.

"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.

"Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"

Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.
 
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I guess a story about how a couple of hours ago I was getting a hummer doesn't count as a 'feel good' story?

It sure as hell is! Good for you!
 
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