Mrs O'Poodles & Company 
Punk Poodles
There are some in every town! Below are a few of ours.

©The London Times

Kona sitting in Mrs. O'Poodles chair.	Tarbaby hogging the bed.
Jesse and Angel waiting for trouble.	Whisper goofing off...again.

A MESSAGE FROM MAX: 

My name is Max 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? They are slightly cloudy now, that comes with 
age. The grey 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 
do 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 
take that long sleep, to run free in distant lands. 

I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next 
week. Someday you will shed the waters 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 a "trainer" or even a "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 (I hope) because you 
wanted a soul to share just 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 even for only 15 minutes. 
Look deep in 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. 

Love, 
Max (on behalf of all canines everywhere)