Its has been along time since so many events have come together at one time and all of them negative, the culmination of all these tragedies was a horrible traffic accident in which Gringo, the patriarch of the Happydog family was almost killed. I know that the road ahead will not be easy but with your Prayers, Good thoughts and Heart Felt warm wishes me, and the rest of the toughpups will make it through this horrible time in our lives. Sadly because of this I can not with whole heart pick through all of the beautiful toughpup contestants, I simply miss my boy too much and the pain is almost unbearable. I Deeply Apologize for any inconviences in advance.

In this difficult time this has brought me a bit of Hope.

Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.

Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.

When it is cold and wet, please take me inside... for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements... and I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth... though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land... for you are my god... and I am your devoted worshiper.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.

And, beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest... and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.

Beth Norman Harris

Please pray for Gringo

Sincerely

Leo Sanders