<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455502486235494604</id><updated>2024-09-05T12:52:45.076-07:00</updated><category term="Animal rescue"/><category term="foster"/><category term="animal lover"/><category term="fosters"/><category term="Adoption"/><category term="Angel"/><category term="Bella"/><category term="Favorite"/><category term="Pit Bull"/><category term="why"/><title type='text'>Brigette&#39;s Bridges</title><subtitle type='html'>The stories of my accomplishments and challenges.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>bhill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07346261687548831474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455502486235494604.post-1860449707308356921</id><published>2012-03-24T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-24T07:00:23.520-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animal lover"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animal rescue"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="foster"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fosters"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;4 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;javascript:openPhotoView(&#39;18805498&#39;);void(0);&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Max(tank): Pointer, Dog; Andover, NJ&quot; class=&quot;pet-image&quot; id=&quot;pet-photo&quot; name=&quot;masterPhoto&quot; src=&quot;http://photos.petfinder.com/photos/US/NJ/NJ309/18805498/NJ309.18805498-2-pn.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Max is a really strong personality but wants to make you happy. He is very 
affectionate and loving and wants attention all the time. He doesn&#39;t realize his 
own size or strength and may paw you or jump up on you, never to hurt you only 
for attention. Simple training will fix this problem. His sister Ruby was adopted a few months ago and now Max Really wants a home to call his own. Max Barks at other dogs while in the crate because he is protecting him self from the dogs on the outside. When he is out of the crate he gets along well with other dogs.&amp;nbsp; Max would love a foster home or a home to call his own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/feeds/1860449707308356921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2012/03/max-4-years-pointer-mix-max-is-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/1860449707308356921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/1860449707308356921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2012/03/max-4-years-pointer-mix-max-is-really.html' title=''/><author><name>bhill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07346261687548831474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455502486235494604.post-3243628529138536810</id><published>2012-03-24T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-24T06:49:28.093-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Adoption"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animal lover"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animal rescue"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="foster"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fosters"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Molly is a wonderful dog who loves EVERYONE. She had a litter of puppies and was a fantastic mother to them. All of her pups have been adopted and now it is her turn. She walks well on a leash and knows &quot;sit&quot; She is crate trained and house broken.&amp;nbsp; Molly is great Will most dogs after she warms up to being around them. While in the crate Molly may bark or growl at other dogs, but it is only because she is protecting her crate.&amp;nbsp; Molly really is a sweet girl who would love a foster home or a home to call her own.&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/feeds/3243628529138536810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2012/03/molly-plott-hound-mix-approx-2-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/3243628529138536810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/3243628529138536810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2012/03/molly-plott-hound-mix-approx-2-years.html' title=''/><author><name>bhill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07346261687548831474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455502486235494604.post-2117323458385650199</id><published>2012-03-24T06:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-24T06:43:58.890-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animal lover"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animal rescue"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="foster"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fosters"/><title type='text'>Angelinia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;Angelina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Amstaff Mix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;Angelina was rescued from a Kill shelter in VA when she was pregnant and due to be put sleep. She is nervus when she first meets someone but&amp;nbsp;gets used to them after a few minutes. She is&amp;nbsp;&quot;okay&quot; with some dogs. She does play rough when playing but not agressive when playing.&amp;nbsp;She LOVES food and will do anything to get to it. She doesn&#39;t like to share her food.&amp;nbsp;But&amp;nbsp;She is usally fed in&amp;nbsp; a seperate room not making it a&amp;nbsp;problem. She is&amp;nbsp;NOT crazy about kids. She will not hurt them but&amp;nbsp;doesn&#39;t like when they are running&amp;nbsp;or playing around her. (she get&amp;nbsp;scared) When kids are nice and calm around her they are&amp;nbsp;NOT an issue. Angelina is really a wonderful dog&amp;nbsp;once she settles in. Her foster mom REALLY wants to keep her but is unable to.&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/feeds/2117323458385650199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2012/03/angelinia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/2117323458385650199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/2117323458385650199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2012/03/angelinia.html' title='Angelinia'/><author><name>bhill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07346261687548831474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455502486235494604.post-4833553682209757375</id><published>2012-03-24T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-24T06:34:04.928-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animal rescue"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fosters"/><title type='text'>Bella Nicole</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://mail.aol.com/35779-111/aol-6/en-us/mail/get-attachment.aspx?uid=65149&amp;amp;folder=Sent&amp;amp;partId=9&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;AOLAttachedImage&quot; filename=&quot;IMG_0864.JPG&quot; partid=&quot;9&quot; src=&quot;http://mail.aol.com/35779-111/aol-6/en-us/mail/get-attachment.aspx?uid=65149&amp;amp;folder=Sent&amp;amp;partId=9&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid rgb(218, 218, 214); height: 206px; margin-bottom: 30px; visibility: visible; width: 275px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Bella Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;BEAGLE? AMSTAFF MIX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;14 Weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://mail.aol.com/35779-111/aol-6/en-us/mail/get-attachment.aspx?uid=65149&amp;amp;folder=Sent&amp;amp;partId=6&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;IMG_0853.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;AOLInlineImage&quot; id=&quot;TIE.834432&quot; src=&quot;http://mail.aol.com/35779-111/aol-6/en-us/mail/get-attachment.aspx?uid=65149&amp;amp;folder=Sent&amp;amp;partId=6&quot; style=&quot;border-image: initial; margin-top: 5px; vertical-align: middle;&quot; title=&quot;IMG_0853.JPG&quot; width=&quot;275&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Bella Nicole is a sweet girl! She is only 14 weeks so she is an energetic puppy still. She is very smart and knowsn the command &quot;Come&quot;.&amp;nbsp; She is crate trained but is still working on the house training. She LOVES food and wll do anything to get to it! She is very treat motivated making it easier to train her. Her Mom is Angelina, Who is an AmStaff. I think she will be around the same sixe as her mom or a little bit taller.&amp;nbsp; She was adopted out, just as her&amp;nbsp;4 brothers and 1 sister were, but she she wa returend due to her &quot;family&quot; not having the time for her. Bella Nicole Loves to play but after she gets to play and run around she simply calms down and cuddles. She LOVES to be outside aswell. Please consider Making this little baby, your Little baby!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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These were SO!!! Good! I will deff eat these when i have the chance!! Sooo good</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/feeds/2418692731525104609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2012/03/day5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/2418692731525104609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/2418692731525104609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2012/03/day5.html' title='Day5'/><author><name>bhill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07346261687548831474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455502486235494604.post-6197423597145245537</id><published>2012-02-03T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T18:10:59.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It&#39;s a Downer of a day...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I love Park Swim! I am not the best swimmer but I dedicate myself do do as best I can. I love being part of the team. I love going to meets and cheering teammates on. I love the fact that everyone gets along and cheers for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; I really wish I swam my freshman year. I wish I could just stay one more year to make up for it! (or go back one year and make it up! I can&#39;t believe next year it will be &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;senior swim... I can&#39;t believe &lt;i&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;am going to be a senior NEXT year! I have been waiting for that day since 5th grade! But now I can honestly say..... &quot;&lt;i&gt;I don&#39;t want to grow up!&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I want to stay in high school. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t want to leave the people I have grown up with! I don&#39;t want to leave swim! I still have a year and a half to enjoy of High School so I am just going to make the BEST of it!... But I only have 9 days till my drivers test!! I&#39;m sooo scared for that!!!! I can&#39;t&amp;nbsp;parallel&amp;nbsp;park and I can&#39;t go in&amp;nbsp;reverse. &amp;nbsp;yikes.... If you need me Sunday... I&#39;ll be practicing driving!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Well anyways... This has been a great swim season. It started out on the rocky side but things finally smoothed out the last few weeks! :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/feeds/6197423597145245537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-downer-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/6197423597145245537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/6197423597145245537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-downer-of-day.html' title='It&#39;s a Downer of a day...'/><author><name>bhill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07346261687548831474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455502486235494604.post-3916029756038505973</id><published>2012-01-21T06:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T06:17:42.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoptions today</title><content type='html'>Adoptions are cancelled today due to inclement weather and rescheduled for tomorrow 11-3 at Petco. Thank you and be safe! </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/feeds/3916029756038505973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2012/01/adoptions-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/3916029756038505973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/3916029756038505973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2012/01/adoptions-today.html' title='Adoptions today'/><author><name>bhill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07346261687548831474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455502486235494604.post-302693065576958206</id><published>2012-01-20T20:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T20:35:52.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day</title><content type='html'>I love animal rescue, sometimes it&#39;s just so hard to understand the reason why people do what they do to these poor Animals! But I sure do love Angelina! The past few nights we&#39;ve been bonding!&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot;style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRakbNeE2pFHsOqvsIMpjDAj_6jacsYLFUaKmyiijvGywTftpTzY97o0NlyLujfydUX5NC2amILHPP3wB0s1mb8k2aYav2AMLd2_pLEa49Sj39q6d1m-kMDHc0j3pnua3jiEPRwAdniZQ/s640/blogger-image--612765556.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRakbNeE2pFHsOqvsIMpjDAj_6jacsYLFUaKmyiijvGywTftpTzY97o0NlyLujfydUX5NC2amILHPP3wB0s1mb8k2aYav2AMLd2_pLEa49Sj39q6d1m-kMDHc0j3pnua3jiEPRwAdniZQ/s640/blogger-image--612765556.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/feeds/302693065576958206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/302693065576958206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/302693065576958206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-day.html' title='What a day'/><author><name>bhill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07346261687548831474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRakbNeE2pFHsOqvsIMpjDAj_6jacsYLFUaKmyiijvGywTftpTzY97o0NlyLujfydUX5NC2amILHPP3wB0s1mb8k2aYav2AMLd2_pLEa49Sj39q6d1m-kMDHc0j3pnua3jiEPRwAdniZQ/s72-c/blogger-image--612765556.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455502486235494604.post-765383692146341439</id><published>2012-01-13T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T07:51:29.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angelina&amp;amp;apos;s Pups 4 Weeks Update!</title><content type='html'>These Pups are growing so big! They are ADORABLE!! I love them!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/feeds/765383692146341439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2012/01/angelinas-pups-4-weeks-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/765383692146341439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/765383692146341439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2012/01/angelinas-pups-4-weeks-update.html' title='Angelina&amp;amp;apos;s Pups 4 Weeks Update!'/><author><name>bhill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07346261687548831474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7owAbD6gIpxG0I-lRKu2yCTlzRxe9nVa0Z7Z2JFrGKSZANjGxhea59U3f1907JCwmSENXdG1qvONKtK_UfBCZgnaQRzhPod6ZU-prYhZC_aPyn8rAM-pLRSKP1FWJ4X4fHQC9atRQUMo/s72-c/11+%25281%2529.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455502486235494604.post-7856197830840100196</id><published>2012-01-12T19:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T19:52:21.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana Mal</title><content type='html'>This week has been pretty crudy. &lt;br /&gt;
I just have had some pretty bad luck. I am hoping my luck come in tomorrow but I doubt it because it&#39;s Friday the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;
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The past few hours have been pretty great tho! I went to Chili&#39;s with a few friends and had a nice time. I wish I was able to sit with the people from park but ya&#39;know. It was a pretty good night! ;) &lt;br /&gt;
Work was pretty good too! :) swim well I had fun! :) I actually swam! :)&lt;br /&gt;
(as in coach c&amp;g finally let me back in the pool)&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope everyone has a fantastic weekend!! :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/feeds/7856197830840100196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2012/01/semana-mal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/7856197830840100196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/7856197830840100196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2012/01/semana-mal.html' title='Semana Mal'/><author><name>bhill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07346261687548831474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455502486235494604.post-1936408380200846906</id><published>2012-01-02T08:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T08:03:31.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 Goals</title><content type='html'>This year I have actually made goals that I really think will better my self in life! &lt;br /&gt;
1. Be honest to everyone, including myself!&lt;br /&gt;
2. Try my best in everything I do, even if I am tired or dislike what I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Stop being so selfish. And be happy for what I have and to give to those who don&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is my first post from my I phone!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/feeds/2404995100738902824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2011/12/iphone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/2404995100738902824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/2404995100738902824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2011/12/iphone.html' title='iPhone'/><author><name>bhill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07346261687548831474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455502486235494604.post-3834923840880461081</id><published>2011-12-20T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T18:50:59.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isolation</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sometime I feel so isolated from my family. Don&#39;t get me wrong I love my family very much and I KNOW they all love me back as well. Just sometimes i feel isolated.&lt;div&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I am the black sheep of my entire family. I am different and proud of it but at the same time it makes my life so&amp;nbsp;difficult. My sisters and mother have the same personality time and their mood change almost&amp;nbsp;instantly. It is very hard to live around. &amp;nbsp;My father on the other had isn&#39;t as bad and knows how to act and is quite professional may I add. But sometimes he just doesn&#39;t get that you don&#39;t always get what you want. (well he understands but if it&#39;s something that is so stupid he just wont let it go)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I feel I&amp;nbsp;view&amp;nbsp; life much differently then most people. &amp;nbsp;I see both sides to most things so therefore I agree with most things. I feel I get along with just about anyone but sometime I&#39;m just so different I just can&#39;t fit in to what everyone is talking about or doing. I am also not very outgoing to I feel that takes part in some of that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; My family is very much into colorgaurd and marching band. I tried it an I did&#39;t like it. It wasn&#39;t my thing. I honestly hated it. I do have to give credit to those people who do do it. I think&amp;nbsp;that&#39;s&amp;nbsp;wonderful. I just don&#39;t like it for myself. I love animals and i love doing animal rescue. My family doesn&#39;t seem to understand how importat it is to me tho. I know they know it&#39;s important. But i don&#39;t think they actually know why, &amp;nbsp;not do they&amp;nbsp;appreciate&amp;nbsp; what I do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;My mother will go along with it and pretend she knows what she is talking about and my father will tell people what I do to make himself look good. But nethier of them say why I do it. Or spread the word about why THEY should try it. It just bothers me.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; My parents love what my sisters do and I just feel isolated sometimes because I &amp;nbsp;am different. The worse is when the &lt;i&gt;forget &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to call me for dinner. Or when the I &lt;i&gt;forget&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to tell me they are going shopping or out to eat.&lt;/div&gt;
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Other times rather then feeling isolated I feel jelious. And very much so. For example, My little sister was in the hospital. Yes I was scared, scared for her, and scared about her health but more so I was mad. I was mad at her for once again getting ALL of the attention. I&amp;nbsp;purposely&amp;nbsp;fought&amp;nbsp;with my mom so I could get a little bit more attention out of it. It really is a horrible thing because my sister needed my parents then, but i couldn&#39;t help myself. In a way i just felt&amp;nbsp;anger&amp;nbsp;at her and my mom and I wanted a way to get back. And last febuary when my&amp;nbsp;older sister&amp;nbsp;was in &amp;nbsp;the hospital i was&amp;nbsp;angry&amp;nbsp;at her because she took the attention away from me, during MY birthday. I was angry. But I din.didn&#39;t show it. I showed it to one person but I showed it to her more so as sympathetic (for my sister) then&amp;nbsp;jealous.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I feel that if I were to tell my parents how I felt they would be&amp;nbsp;offended&amp;nbsp;rather then happy that i could tell them something like that. I did try&amp;nbsp;telling&amp;nbsp;my mom one time by texting her. I just got in trouble and she didn&#39;t understand. I will never be able to tell anyone because I don&#39;t want them to think I am a selfish brat who doesn&#39;t care about her sisters. I do care and love my sisters SO much and I would do almost anything to save them from danger, but I get mad at them when they take MORE attention away from me. It hurts but no one seem or will understand it. So for now I will leave it at that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/feeds/3834923840880461081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2011/12/isolation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/3834923840880461081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/3834923840880461081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2011/12/isolation.html' title='Isolation'/><author><name>bhill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07346261687548831474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455502486235494604.post-4515691142828462881</id><published>2011-12-20T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T17:28:55.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Dog Rescue Blog: Saying Goodbye to Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://luckydogrescueblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/saying-goodbye-to-yesterday.html?spref=bl&quot;&gt;Lucky Dog Rescue Blog: Saying Goodbye to Yesterday&lt;/a&gt;: Nothing compares to the pain of losing a special dog or cat.   It&#39;s a different kind of pain... a unique form of heartbreak... a distinctiv...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/feeds/4515691142828462881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2011/12/lucky-dog-rescue-blog-saying-goodbye-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/4515691142828462881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/4515691142828462881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2011/12/lucky-dog-rescue-blog-saying-goodbye-to.html' title='Lucky Dog Rescue Blog: Saying Goodbye to Yesterday'/><author><name>bhill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07346261687548831474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455502486235494604.post-2385340092810490594</id><published>2011-12-18T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T19:28:57.322-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Angel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Favorite"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="foster"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pit Bull"/><title type='text'>Angel I miss you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6lhJr1XdH3-NfqqbkothIBLdKm41HqRiemmcZwM_9wiDRHBOYd8nZb4brly6H7hxShNEvaJI0Erv0PC-HDrGj5yqm2sA7xqLjpSU-5bLTDSTgp_8_ydsI-AHvXKWkixK6s7XlWUlGfHs/s1600/Angel%2521%2521%2521+%25289%2529.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6lhJr1XdH3-NfqqbkothIBLdKm41HqRiemmcZwM_9wiDRHBOYd8nZb4brly6H7hxShNEvaJI0Erv0PC-HDrGj5yqm2sA7xqLjpSU-5bLTDSTgp_8_ydsI-AHvXKWkixK6s7XlWUlGfHs/s320/Angel%2521%2521%2521+%25289%2529.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Angel. She was so desperate. Calling for help. Helpless as can be. Alone. Scared. and on DEATH ROW.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was sent Angel&#39;s picture in a weekly email from my rescue. She and her 6 puppies we found in a basement searching for higher grounds. Somehow the basement of the house that Angel had lived had been flooded out. Angel was&amp;nbsp;abandoned&amp;nbsp;and left to die, along with her pups. Angel used all of her will to make it out alive. Someone had called Animal Control, and Angel was &lt;i&gt;rescued&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;from one bad situation. She thought she was safe and took a big sign of&amp;nbsp;relief. Little did my Angel girl know that the run shelter she would be placed in meant DEATH ROW! Again Angel tried to save her family.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikPR_w4QPFgaxa_Yvoh1flUCvgsIqYDIFgOO6GgaIJUHvcZPWfLbFD-p_4gWo-I4rF9J3urXu3IYjKnjFMMKbSwo4FXuxnxeGHmTKO4heQdlrYFN4jMz0qcUMDEYWmrHEgdFWhCp5WxyE/s1600/102_1967.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikPR_w4QPFgaxa_Yvoh1flUCvgsIqYDIFgOO6GgaIJUHvcZPWfLbFD-p_4gWo-I4rF9J3urXu3IYjKnjFMMKbSwo4FXuxnxeGHmTKO4heQdlrYFN4jMz0qcUMDEYWmrHEgdFWhCp5WxyE/s320/102_1967.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The shelter had taken a picture and emailed it to PNP&#39;s Director. She place her picture on the&amp;nbsp;weekly&amp;nbsp;email&amp;nbsp;under the dogs that needed rescuing. Her soulful eyes melted my mom and me. I cried when I saw her picture.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I needed her, and she needed me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;A transport was arranged for the following&amp;nbsp;Saturday. Angel Arrived in NJ the weekend before Thanksgiving. I loved her from the second I met her. She was the BEST dog. &amp;nbsp;She was scared of where she was thinking it was another place where she&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Once Angel trusted me, She never left my side. I love her. Once she finished nursing her puppies she started to sleep on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;All of her puppies were adopted by the first weekend of the new year.(2010) Angel however still had a long way to go. When Angel was at the Shelter in VA, she was HW tested as she should be. Her HW test came back positive. The shelter needed her to be rescued so bad they said if we (Pnp) could take her until her puppies got adopted they would transport her back down to VA for treatment and then send her back up.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Due to the best interest in the rescue and Angel&#39;s health this was the plan. Angel was sent back down to VA mid- January. Saying goodbye was the hardest thing to do. I know it wasn&#39;t a true goodbye but I feared that she would slip her collar, run away, be picked up by Animal Control and killed. I sent almost weekly emails to the Director asking if she had heard anything about Angel.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; After a few weeks Angel was posted on petfinder.com and brought to adoption event. I loved bringing her up to adoptions because I loved to spend the extra time with her. Nobody would every look at her and the people that did I didn&#39;t feel they were the right match.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; I felt that &lt;i&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;was the perfect match. I just wanted to keep Angel. I felt like she was already mine. I loved her so much and started to not be able to remember a time without her. Angel Loved me to. If I said &quot;owww&quot; She would come running to make sure I was okay.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; The only thing Angel did bad was run away. She never went far but she would always find a way to sneak out the front door or get through the gate on the deck or somehow get out through the basement. My parents&amp;nbsp;complimented&amp;nbsp;keeping her but never really thought it was a good idea. I beg and beg and beg until I finally came to terms that I wasn&#39;t the one for her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUrg9Lz1fQhnW9o13HgjEngnpSN7J7noU7q7CEqhC8JGn7ScLKhbgtvpvM31cxdA8XIDsfOLxev0okwour4TARYU4WRA9VG0J3DkCR5BJn3xkHXFAxSwMzrUu8Lpe4WL1DU1HAL4dQqBs/s1600/Angel2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUrg9Lz1fQhnW9o13HgjEngnpSN7J7noU7q7CEqhC8JGn7ScLKhbgtvpvM31cxdA8XIDsfOLxev0okwour4TARYU4WRA9VG0J3DkCR5BJn3xkHXFAxSwMzrUu8Lpe4WL1DU1HAL4dQqBs/s320/Angel2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; It was April and we had gotten a WONDERFUL application on &lt;i&gt;my &lt;/i&gt;girl. I was in love with the application. It happened to be be spring break so we were able to meet the family mid-week at our house. They had brought their other dog along to meet &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Angel. They were best friends in no time. And they even looked like sisters!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; The family LOVES her. Almost as much as I do. &amp;nbsp;I cried the day she left. I didn&#39;t cry tears of sorrow, but rather tears of joy. I was happy for &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;girl that her long hard journey was over. I still am very happy for her.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEillQRalwzSWJk8XXoaex95cxuKm2s4SUHeAgSAyQphpr4c0FHGSAau15qu7lGfzn1SUHA96lltlZa9ErIIbq_cc7Tm6lGHI8QN-gMUvgi7tQ3hBqM_g9lZbjKU7N3mbOfdtv8Ll8zEq8Y/s1600/102_1883.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEillQRalwzSWJk8XXoaex95cxuKm2s4SUHeAgSAyQphpr4c0FHGSAau15qu7lGfzn1SUHA96lltlZa9ErIIbq_cc7Tm6lGHI8QN-gMUvgi7tQ3hBqM_g9lZbjKU7N3mbOfdtv8Ll8zEq8Y/s320/102_1883.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love Angel and I will never forget her nor her story. She touched me in ways no other dog has. I will always consider her as one of &lt;i&gt;my dogs&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;even if I never owned her. I know the chance are slim but I hope she&amp;nbsp;remembers&amp;nbsp;me.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; She sent me a Christmas present last year. It meant so much to me. It is a Christmas&amp;nbsp;ordainment&amp;nbsp;with her picture in it. I keep it out all year right next to my bed. She Will forever protect me and be in m heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am so happy she is home, but my heart aches so much around Christmas for her. I feel so guilty I didn&#39;t keep her. I am so jealous of the family that adopted her, but I know she is living life on the large side and is living a life I wouldn&#39;t be about to give her. She loves &amp;nbsp;her &quot;sister&quot; and is happy with all the exercise she gets. I just wish I could be the one who gets to love her everyday, walk her and feed her, and comfort her when she needs it. I miss her but I know she is in &lt;strike&gt;WONDERFUL&amp;nbsp;Awesome&amp;nbsp;amazing&lt;/strike&gt; A PHENOMENAL home with EXCEPTIONAL people who adore her way much! I just wish I could see her or dog sit her one time!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YQ6_B1HdCEg&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YQ6_B1HdCEg&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/feeds/2385340092810490594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2011/12/angel-i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/2385340092810490594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/2385340092810490594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2011/12/angel-i-miss-you.html' title='Angel I miss you!'/><author><name>bhill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07346261687548831474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6lhJr1XdH3-NfqqbkothIBLdKm41HqRiemmcZwM_9wiDRHBOYd8nZb4brly6H7hxShNEvaJI0Erv0PC-HDrGj5yqm2sA7xqLjpSU-5bLTDSTgp_8_ydsI-AHvXKWkixK6s7XlWUlGfHs/s72-c/Angel%2521%2521%2521+%25289%2529.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455502486235494604.post-7306440569326727027</id><published>2011-12-16T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T19:45:42.795-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animal lover"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animal rescue"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="why"/><title type='text'>Follow your dreams..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
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When people say &quot;no&quot; I say &quot;yes&quot;. When people say &quot;don;t even try it&quot; I say &quot;watch this&quot; When people say your &quot;contridictiing yourself&quot; I say &quot;i&#39;m steering my own life thanks&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I am sixteen and&amp;nbsp;unusual. I love animal rescue and I&#39;m proud of it. Many of my friends don&#39;t understand it. Many of my friends don&#39;t understand why! I don&#39;t do animal rescue just because &quot;I&#39;m a &quot;typical&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;animal lover&lt;/i&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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-------Huh? What is an &lt;i&gt;animal lover &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;anyways? According to most ordinary people an &lt;i&gt;animal lover&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is a &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;person who loves animals (usually&amp;nbsp;household&amp;nbsp;pets)&amp;nbsp;To me an &lt;i&gt;animal lover &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is one who love to be around all animal wild and domestic. One who may not want or particuallry favor that animal but will save it&#39;s life or keep it in humane conditions. -------&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyways I do animal rescue because it&#39;s the right thing to do. I want to speak up for the ones who don&#39;t have a voice. Or the ones that are being kept in small cages in inhumane&amp;nbsp;conditions&amp;nbsp;at &quot;animal mill&quot;. I want to stand up and speak for those who are loosing their homes due to deforestation or to&amp;nbsp;any other&amp;nbsp;humanly caused issue. I want to speak for those who are killed daily in shelters. Those who are tossed in the back of garbage trucks simple because they showed too much love. Or the ones who are being beheaded because a humane injection is not in the budget? Or the ones who are being shot at or attacked or any other way an animal is being mistreated and not LOVED.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Every animal (humans are animal, along with cats, dogs, pigs, &amp;nbsp;rats, hamsters. tigers, bears, fish, snakes, monkeys..everything) should have love in their life no matter what the species, sex, age, breed, color sexuality, or any other factor. Life needs love in order to&amp;nbsp;survive.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I do animal rescue because I want to help the cause, rather then sit back and &quot;look in&quot; at the issue. That isn&#39;t right.. It&#39;s like bulling. If you were to be a bystander in bullying, you are just &quot;looking in on the issue&quot;. If you are the&amp;nbsp;victim&amp;nbsp;you are like the animal taking the abuse. If you are the bullyer you are like the one causing the issue and you should be&amp;nbsp;prosecuted. &amp;nbsp;If you are the one who steps up and helps, you are like the animal rescuer.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; I do animal rescue because i&#39;m addicted. Yes, My name is Brigette H****** and I am on the &lt;i&gt;drug&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;of ANIMAL RESCUE. Animal rescue is very addictive. Do you remember learning about how people become addicted to drugs because of the feeling they get from the drug, like being high? They&amp;nbsp;continue&amp;nbsp;to do that drug because they want to get that high, again? Well if animal rescue was considered a drug.. I&#39;d be considered a&amp;nbsp;drug-addict&amp;nbsp;There are so many different emotions that a very involved animal rescue person goes through. Here are some:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;The stress. Any thing in life will give you stress. But you need it to live.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;That indescribable feeling when an animal that you have been working with so hard to earn it&#39;s trust, FINALLY shows the&amp;nbsp;slightest&amp;nbsp;bit of trust towards you. It&#39;s&amp;nbsp;almost&amp;nbsp;like a teacher&amp;nbsp;repeatedly&amp;nbsp;teaching a&amp;nbsp;student&amp;nbsp;a lesson or explaining something, and it finally clocks. Or when a parent has been trying to teach their child how to ride a bike and the child finally does it on their own.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;That moment when the aniaml is finally &quot;home&quot;, &quot;saved&quot;, &quot;out of pain&quot;, &amp;nbsp;&quot;healthy&quot; &quot;is givin love&quot;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;LOVE! &amp;nbsp;The biggest one. Yes love is a super strong word but here is isn&#39;t string enough. Love isn&#39;t thrown around enough in rescue. How can you no pet a dog asking for love? Yes, asking for love because all he wants to do is be loyal to you even if you beat him. (it&#39;s horrible but true!)&lt;/li&gt;
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Lastly, I do animal rescue because I can&#39;t say NO! Can you???&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&quot;The eyes never lie......Rescue, Don&#39;t buy!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
This fella is no longer&amp;nbsp;alive. He was gassed to death at a kill shelter.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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all quotes under the pictures are taken from ------------&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/harnesslife.org&quot;&gt;http://www.facebook.com/harnesslife.or&lt;/a&gt;g&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&quot;Can You walk away from a dog that wants to be loved?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Obviously&amp;nbsp;people can; This guy was&amp;nbsp;dumped&amp;nbsp;at a kill shelter and KILLED!&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t walk away from one who wants to be loved. That is why I do animal rescue.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Taken from www.facebook.com/harnesslife.org &amp;nbsp;Yes Someone did shoot this dog with an arrow. THATS WHY I DO RESCUE! He was rescued. The arrow was removed and&amp;nbsp;luckily&amp;nbsp;JUST missed several organs. He is now happily living with a LOVING family!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Christmas isn&#39;t suppose to be about the things you get, it&#39;s about the unseen gifts that are given. &amp;nbsp;I realised this today when I was helping a friend come up with gift idea. This Christmas I want to do three things to give back.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;1.) I want to Help Purrs N&#39; Pups raise $15,000. Yes this IS a lot but a heck of a lot less then $30,000. $30,000 is their vet bill. How? you may ask... well it&#39;s from all the animals that get sick and require vet care. You may ask why? Why? only $15,000 dollars that you want to HELP raise? Well the vet, they offered a Christmas&amp;nbsp;Challenge! They offered to cut the bill in half IF we are able to RAISE $15,000 by December 31st 11:59pm. The vet along with us wants to help Purrs N&#39; Pups Animal Rescue to start off without a vet bill debt for 2012!! This is truly a once in a life time thing. Go to any rescue and ask how many times that has happened. I am sure they will tell you NEVER!! Please Help me Help PURRS N&#39; PUPS ANIMAL RESCUE raise this MONEY! If donate you will get a tax&amp;nbsp;deduction receipt!! PLEASE! Help my Christmas wish come true!!&lt;/div&gt;
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2.)I would love to volunteer at an animal shelter in my area on&amp;nbsp;Sundays&amp;nbsp;to help walk and&amp;nbsp;socialize&amp;nbsp;some dogs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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3.) I want to foster a pregnant, pit bull, or any other dog that is larger and is in URGENT need of rescuing.&lt;/div&gt;
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Forget the IPhone I wanted... I want these gifts!! They are so much more meaningful to me!!!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/feeds/2532530852649664539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/2532530852649664539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/2532530852649664539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is.html' title='All I want for Christmas is...'/><author><name>bhill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07346261687548831474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455502486235494604.post-2862084411371085288</id><published>2011-12-05T18:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T08:03:31.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cute Dog rescuing kittens story!! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/12/05/dog-rescues-kittens-from-_n_1129595.html&quot;&gt;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/12/05/dog-rescues-kittens-from-_n_1129595.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/feeds/2862084411371085288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2011/12/cute-dog-rescuing-kittens-story-httpwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/2862084411371085288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/2862084411371085288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2011/12/cute-dog-rescuing-kittens-story-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>bhill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07346261687548831474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455502486235494604.post-3060411855204619951</id><published>2011-12-02T17:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T19:46:37.976-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bella"/><title type='text'>How do I know?</title><content type='html'>ahhhhhh...a sigh of&amp;nbsp;relief&amp;nbsp;for the night!&lt;br /&gt;
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Nobody wants to put their cat or dog to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have never not known when it&#39;s time to let one go. All of my foster puppies I knew, i just knew when they weren&#39;t going to make it. With Bella It&#39;s different. But Why?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrOOtT0GcTc4Ymt1R-2plLN3GW3e8WxAy7di-87C6frd06SEqYzmxh12Cz8O0vo5nT9R7bSM4UPWgeqta7HDhwTpweOGqF6ULV7qErQJaxkojJvd7rYvRu7n1GgtgU2GWpKXZxjxIMIz0/s1600/102_1878.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrOOtT0GcTc4Ymt1R-2plLN3GW3e8WxAy7di-87C6frd06SEqYzmxh12Cz8O0vo5nT9R7bSM4UPWgeqta7HDhwTpweOGqF6ULV7qErQJaxkojJvd7rYvRu7n1GgtgU2GWpKXZxjxIMIz0/s320/102_1878.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Is it because she is my firstest dog ever? Is it because I am selfish? Is it because I keep second guessing myself? Is it because I haven&#39;t had enough time? Is it because we didn&#39;t spend enough time together for me to know? How am I&amp;nbsp;suppose&amp;nbsp;to know when it&#39;s time? How do I know that there is nothing else that will possible help her with out putting her in more pain? How do I know that the people who are telling me there&#39;s nothing else to do are right? How do I know?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIpW5e3CT5BUr1BcIVkYBpXwclCoVtgItoP2B6GALvcLE30C2QcmqTdUaPXTrXSMYOTqDFYeEkhWYKPpuP0xTwVOYC7KfcHukHnDIVPhqkYVQUsEQ7Kfx_582CWBXKVBaX0vqCfxXTMws/s1600/0827001616.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIpW5e3CT5BUr1BcIVkYBpXwclCoVtgItoP2B6GALvcLE30C2QcmqTdUaPXTrXSMYOTqDFYeEkhWYKPpuP0xTwVOYC7KfcHukHnDIVPhqkYVQUsEQ7Kfx_582CWBXKVBaX0vqCfxXTMws/s320/0827001616.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijebgAWU97X_FWSqIn5YM58f-k4v6O4t7wkSV0Yb0Dl8x1SFjLoRtvIrbRC39DQtsreG7wSHJkkN0oaXmPnKMBo-rGltiOA-IHflsoCqMwX0rS59bJYIvZmOzJTSex9a2NjR2VOcTJ-tI/s1600/Angel%2527s+puppies+006.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijebgAWU97X_FWSqIn5YM58f-k4v6O4t7wkSV0Yb0Dl8x1SFjLoRtvIrbRC39DQtsreG7wSHJkkN0oaXmPnKMBo-rGltiOA-IHflsoCqMwX0rS59bJYIvZmOzJTSex9a2NjR2VOcTJ-tI/s320/Angel%2527s+puppies+006.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don&#39;t want to be selfish and not send her to the bridge. But I don&#39;t want to be selfish and send her too soon because I can&#39;t take it anymore. I don&#39;t know what to do and I don&#39;t think I ever really will. I love My Bella Abby. How do I know if there really is a heaven that we WILL meet again at. I know she will always be with me in my heart, but It just won&#39;t be the same!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; It was&amp;nbsp;exactly&amp;nbsp;7 years and 350 days ago that we first met. You were just 12 weeks old the most. You looked at me with those big ol&#39; beagle ears and those eyes, those eyes that just melted my nine year old heart. You were so innocent as was I. I looked at the others in the shelter but kept coming back to you. The shelter volunteer gave me some &quot;milk bones&quot; to give to you, you loved them. Then it was time to leave, I cried I didn&#39;t want to leave you, I just wanted to LOVE you! Boy did I not know how much I would ever love you until the day you left me!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; The following day was Saturday, We brought Mommy to meet you. She wasn&#39;t thrilled that you were a hound but she loved you anyways. She wanted the chi mix puppy but daddy and I didn&#39;t we wanted YOU! So YOU it was! We had to leave you for another few days so that you could get spayed. But before we left you we played until the shelter closed in the grass&amp;nbsp;field. ( I wish I could back to that day)&amp;nbsp;I remember wanting our mommy and &amp;nbsp;daddy to call the shelter each day to check up on you. They said they did, but honestly I don&#39;t think they did.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; That same weekend was by far the worse for Amanda,&amp;nbsp;Marlene, their father and grandmother. Janice (the girl&#39;s mother) had died. We were so upset to loose such a person. But I felt lucky, because I was getting YOU! Mommy and Daddy told me not to act to excited because I would hurt Amanda and&amp;nbsp;Marlene&#39;s&amp;nbsp;feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;burial&amp;nbsp;was scheduled for the 8th. We were&amp;nbsp;scheduled&amp;nbsp;to come get you the 8th. &amp;nbsp;We went to the&amp;nbsp;ceremony&amp;nbsp;and then the lunch. I couldn&#39;t wait to show you off to Jessie, my now &quot;second best friend&quot;. You had taken her spot of &quot;First Best Friend Until The Day we Die&quot; or FBFUTDWD. That was only semi-right, you are still my best friend, there isn&#39;t a day that&amp;nbsp;goes&amp;nbsp;by that I don&#39;t miss you.&lt;br /&gt;
After the&amp;nbsp;ceremony&amp;nbsp;we went to the shelter and I couldn&#39;t move my nine year old legs fast enough. I ran through the doors and to your run. Run number 2! The volunteer gave us a red leash and red collar. I got to put them on you. Elizabeth got to walk you out! You sat in the back seat with me but once the car started u hide under daddy&#39;s seat.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;When we got you home &amp;nbsp;we let you run FREE in the house! You ran and ran and ran and ran. You nearly ran into every single wall! Then Elizabeth and I taught you a trick.... mommy and daddy weren&#39;t to happy because we taught you how to jump up on us!! HEHE!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;As the first year past you and I because best friends! We loved each other and clearly you love me as much as i loved you because you&#39;d always take MY stuff or sleep on MY stuff! Like &quot; Pengy Jr.&quot; I will keep him forever so I can remember YOU. He now sleeps on my bed again, as he did when you were still with me. I say goodnight to YOU through him every night.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; You were a pretty bad dog for the first&amp;nbsp;couple&amp;nbsp;years. But I didn&#39;t care I loved you anyways!!! You were always getting into the garbage and running away. You always ran away when it was snowing and I would always chase after you, and be to tired to move by the time I caught you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; You also had a new collar almost every month. Anytime I found a collar I liked I&#39;d buy it for you. You must have had at least 40 collars.My favorite one was you red ones.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; I hope you understand that when I adopted Molly she didn&#39;t replace you in any way. Only opened a new part to me that I never knew. You are not a just my first dog..your must more that &quot;just a dog&quot; you were my First Best Friend Until the Day we Die! but now... now you are my BEST FRIEND FOREVER! Although we are&amp;nbsp;separated&amp;nbsp;for now, we will meet again on &quot;rainbow bridge&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
...We finally Brought you to the cape your last summer. You loved it! I knew you would! It was fun to finally bring you with us. It was so much fun&amp;nbsp;taking&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;to the beach and&amp;nbsp;watching&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;swim! I could&#39;t believe how much you enjoyed the water. I wish we could have been there more. But when we meet again, I&amp;nbsp;promise&amp;nbsp;we can be on the beach!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Your Last few months were a&amp;nbsp;roller&amp;nbsp;coaster for me. It was hard for me to accept that it was time. I struggled with the mention of loosing you. But I knew it would be time. I knew I couldn&#39;t keep you like this. I had to&amp;nbsp;convince&amp;nbsp;the rest of the family that it would be time. And you sure showed them.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Luckily&amp;nbsp;Jen and Lisa were able to comfort you and US in our last few hours together. It was HORRIFIC watching you pass, I can&#39;t say you weren&#39;t in pain&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;I heard you whimper but I can say you knew you would be okay.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I felt numb after you left me. I couldn&#39;t think, breath, eat, cry, laugh, or move. It was weird. I remember I just wanted to cry, but I couldn&#39;t. I felt I had to be strong, strong for YOU, because YOU were always strong for me. &amp;nbsp;It has taken months but I was&amp;nbsp;finally&amp;nbsp;able to process it all any let it all out. Now even if I see your picture I will laugh because of the memory or cry because of the pain of missing you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Is the day before Thanksgiving. Tomorrow I will be decorating and seeing all YOUR holiday decorations. I&#39;ll be sure I hang them so you can look down and see that I will never forget you for One day of this Holiday Season!&lt;br /&gt;
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My Little Bella Girl, Why did you have to go so young? You were just 7 years young! I&#39;ll never understand why you left this earth so soon, but thank you for the Lessons you have taught me, and&amp;nbsp;continue&amp;nbsp;to teach me! I love you forever and always!&lt;br /&gt;
Love,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;YOU BEST&amp;nbsp;FRIEND&amp;nbsp;UNTIL WE DIE&lt;br /&gt;
Brigette&lt;br /&gt;
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I wanted to dedicate a post to all that I am thankful for in the past year, so here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank Your for my family, with out them I would have the support I so&amp;nbsp;desperately&amp;nbsp;need,&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you for my Friends, without them I would have no reason to life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you to our Armed forces who have served or are serving Our country currently. I disagree with war but I am so thankful for your&amp;nbsp;sacrifices&amp;nbsp;to help keep people you don&#39;t even know safe!&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you for Bella. She is my first K9 family&amp;nbsp;member&amp;nbsp;and has changed my life in so many ways. I love her so much and am so thankful for her. With out her I would never have been inspired to help other animals live her. She is my TRUE BEST FRIEND and I love every moment I have with her.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you for Molly. Without her I would never laugh EVERY day. I may have never woken up from being&amp;nbsp;unconscious&amp;nbsp;and I would never know how strong LOVE truly can be.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you for time. Without it I would never be able to save all the dogs I have.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you for school. Although I say I &lt;i&gt;hate &lt;/i&gt;it or that it&#39;s &lt;i&gt;pointless&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am thankful for it. It gives time to plan what I will do and how I will&amp;nbsp;approach&amp;nbsp;my next steps. I&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;no idea when I will find time to do this when i Graduate!&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you for Pups@Play. With out it I wouldn&#39;t have a job and I wouldn&#39;t be able to pay Molly&#39;s vet bills or save for a car and hours. I also wouldn&#39;t be able to give Molly the socialization she so&amp;nbsp;desperately&amp;nbsp;craves. I am also thankful for ALL of the people I have meet there. They are all wonderful people and have big hearts.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you for my mostly healthy body, With out it I wouldn&#39;t be able to save as many lives.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you for life. Thank you for my live and thank you for the lives of animals!&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you for My house. I can&#39;t imagine the lives of the homeless.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks You for Park Swim. Without swim I would never be in shape.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you for EVERYTHING I have and have not mentioned. It has all helped to shape me into the&amp;nbsp;person&amp;nbsp;I am today and has helped me&amp;nbsp;solve&amp;nbsp;the many&amp;nbsp;challenges&amp;nbsp;I have had in life.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/feeds/9012492253390151841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2011/11/giving-thanks-only-holiday-you-can-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/9012492253390151841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/9012492253390151841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2011/11/giving-thanks-only-holiday-you-can-say.html' title='Giving Thanks! (The only Holiday you can say backwards and it be the definition of the Holiday)'/><author><name>bhill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07346261687548831474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455502486235494604.post-8378062534917305106</id><published>2011-11-23T17:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T18:46:34.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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God Pushes us in ways we never thought would happen Although the saying is &quot;Sometimes for better and sometimes for worse....&quot; I believe God always pushes us for the better. The things HE pushes us into may seem hard to believe that they are for the better, but they are. Everything HE pushes us to do has a meaningful life&amp;nbsp;lesson&amp;nbsp;that we may or may not learn. The closer attention you pay to HIS lesson the more you will get out of it.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;truly&amp;nbsp;believe that the night I passed out was not caused by any medical reason but as a lesson that God&amp;nbsp;desperately&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;wanted me to understand. &amp;nbsp;Before I&amp;nbsp;completely&amp;nbsp;&quot;knocked out&quot; I last remember Molly crying. &amp;nbsp;When I woke up Molly had her head on my chest, and Gillian(a foster dog at the time) was licking my face through her crate. &amp;nbsp;I honestly thought that I had the worse thing every and stated&amp;nbsp;complaining&amp;nbsp;about it to everyone. I later found a blog. On this blog a mother had written about her family&#39;s life. This past year had by far the worse possible news ever; Her FOUR year old Daughter, Lucy had been&amp;nbsp;diagnosed&amp;nbsp;with Cancer in&amp;nbsp;February. &amp;nbsp;The mother has written about the ups-and the downs of their journey. After reading&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://erikandkatekrull.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;this BlogPage&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have learned that you should be happy for what you have, and that there will always be someone better then you and someone worse then you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It may sound silly I&amp;nbsp;learned&amp;nbsp;this through my Concussion, but I did! God had me pass out, fall and hit my head so had the time to figure this out.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I have also been starting to become more confident in more thing that I have been doing after reading&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://luckydogrescueblog.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Ashley Owen Hill&#39;s Rescue&#39;s Blog.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;She has started to become an&amp;nbsp;inspiration&amp;nbsp;to me and has been teaching me to become my full&amp;nbsp;potential&amp;nbsp;no matter what anyone say. Now, yes I know, I know, I knew that before, BUT now, yeah NOW I&#39;m actually applying this into my life. I have bigger dreams for my&amp;nbsp;self&amp;nbsp;and I can take a stand for what I believe in.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; These past couple months I have started to believe in God more. I have started to pray more. I&#39;m not sure what religion I am or if I want to declare my self as one but I now can say I believe in a God. I believe that HE does play an important role in our life. But I still do not know If I believe in heaven or hell. I do however believe in peace. I believe that everyone should be grateful for what they have and help the ones who need it. I believe that if you show hate you will live a shorter miserable life because of it. &amp;nbsp;I believe that every one should be treated equally and that everyone has the full potential to be something great, but God is the one who picks the people that will succeed and strive to do better no matter how far they have gone already.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/feeds/8378062534917305106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/8378062534917305106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/8378062534917305106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-believe.html' title='I believe....'/><author><name>bhill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07346261687548831474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4mokXbbV-6pCMSKToR453MTx5TDLXr9Ym1HAHaUebCxmlmFRHlSiuFI00t2v4bsu_1LvPJJI-xAuHpUw3slB-U5SAMddygqezUHbtAytxZs_ki680SHdXOwzOB953D0DAlopJYhwW2e4/s72-c/Good+Hair+Day+%25286%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455502486235494604.post-7728478853809915469</id><published>2011-11-14T16:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T16:43:51.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tired Molly!!</title><content type='html'>Two Friday&#39;s I was offered a job at Pups @ Play!! I Started last&amp;nbsp;Friday! It it a good first job! I love it! I am really starting to get to know how different breeds play and I am learning different breeds as well!! YAY!!&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;Each
year thousands of animals across the United States are put to sleep, for no
fault of their own. These animals are not at fault nor do they deserve such
treatment. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Every year I personally save
approximately one hundred of these animals from being killed. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I began my volunteering efforts in 2004 by
collecting donations for St. Hubert’s of Madison New Jersey.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I learned about the cause of pet overpopulation
at St. Hubert’s. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;When my family decided
to get a dog, I persuaded them into adopting one rather than buying a dog from
a breeder or supporting a puppy mill. In 2007 I wanted to do more than just
collect donations for the shelter, I wanted to foster. I had searched on
Petfinder.com and found Purrs N Pups Animal Rescue. They were looking for
volunteer fosters and it seemed like a perfect match for me. I applied and my I
received my first fosters on July 1 2007. When we brought our foster dogs up to
the adoption event, I found out that I could come to every adoption event even
if I didn’t have fosters. I began to go to adoptions every week, and I also
became more involved. Each week I would make cage tags for each of the animals
that would be at the next adoption event.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;In September of 2007, I was invited to go to a High-Kill Animal Shelter
with a Director of Purrs N Pups. The director wanted to me to understand the
impact &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;“I”&lt;/i&gt; was making. That day she
had taught me that each animal I speak up for, “&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;I” &lt;/i&gt;rescue.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;From that day
forward I knew I would do animal rescue for the rest of my life. I was taught
by the same Director, who is also a vet tech, how to administer vaccines,
microchips, and different medication. I have also learned how to deliver and
feed newborn kittens, and puppies and witnessed a dog having c-section. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Currently, I run a blog page and a Facebook
page for Purrs N Pups Animal Rescue.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I
also write up contracts, file paperwork, recruit volunteers and fosters,
foster, help at adoption days, administer vaccines, microchips, help plan
events, and raise money for the group.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;Volunteering with Purrs N Pups Animal Rescue has helped me make a
difference in the world by not only saving the lives of animals, but also placing
them in forever homes. By creating the Blog page and Facebook Page I have been
able to spread to the public, information about Purrs N Pups Animal Rescue, and
the importance of altering and adopting their pets. Volunteering has boosted my
confidence and helps me feel comfortable standing up for what I believe in. A
person will never regret volunteering; they will however regret &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;volunteering. It is important to be confident
and stand up for what someone believes in, even if others around you may not
believe the same things. The best part about almost anything is the challenge
it take to get there, one of the most challenging parts of animal rescue is the
daily ignorance of people when they do not understand why it is important to
adopt rather than just to pick the cute puppy in the pet store’s window. Almost
100% of the time the animals in pet stores are from animal mills or back yard breeders,
and when people buy an animal from them it promotes the breeder to produce more
and keep the inhumane conditions.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;Another challenge is that, many people do not know that everyday
adoptable animals are being killed for no reason but that they ended up in an
overcrowded shelter, and when I try to explain they do not want to believe it,
and I feel defeated at times, but it just makes me try harder. The best part of
animal rescue is when the animals &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;“I”&lt;/i&gt;
rescue find their forever home. Although I may shed tears, they are always
tears of joy. I never forget the joy and unconditional love in the new pet
owner’s eyes!&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That joy helps me move on
to my next foster, and rebuild its heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/feeds/1578915222109959563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2011/11/award-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/1578915222109959563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455502486235494604/posts/default/1578915222109959563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighillman211.blogspot.com/2011/11/award-part-2.html' title='Award Part 2'/><author><name>bhill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07346261687548831474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>