It's About the Animals

"The Yorkie Who Sings at Midnight"©

Hey everybody! I would like to share a bit of a story with you. I hope it makes you have good warm feelings. My name is Angela but I’ve been other names as well..most recently Thumbelina, Angel, and finally Angela. I was called Thumbelina because I’m really small and I’m really small because I’m a Yorkie.


The first part of  my story isn’t very nice. I was one of many small dogs living in awfulness..crowded, dirty, no care, and lots of having puppies. All of us were sick with worms, fleas, skin issues, matts, bad teeth or teeth that had rotted out, infected eyes, and us wimmen dogs had tumors on our bosoms from so much use.


I lived there for a really long time; to help me pass these sufferin’ times, I turned to singing during the night. Singing made me feel safe and happy. Nobody really paid attention to my singin’ because they were crying or barking or squealing or whining, or havin’ babies. Then one day, some people found us, picked us up, and took us to a shelter named The Animal Rescue Fund of Mississippi. Even though I was really scared, I sang my way through the fear of ‘new’ and things took a turn for the better.


All of us got a good goin’ over by a doctor and parceled out to some nice people who would help find us homes. Me ’n some of my friends went to the Nice Lady who took great care of us. Even though I was old and one of my eyes didn’t work, I continued to practice my singin’; I had some bad worms in my heart, so I got shots to get rid of them.  They made me feel really bad but I kept right on singin’. I also got ‘spaded’ so no more babies and that sure made me sing!

And then….and then…one day, the Nice Lady told me that I was bein’ adopted, whatever that meant! It kinda scared me when she wrapped me up and carried me to the car. I sang a bit then but I couldn’t stay on pitch…my nerves were rattled.  She took me out of the car and gave me to a lady. I was shakin’. We got in another car and drove away. I kept shakin’ and couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket. I got lots of pets and sweet words from these new people while we drove away from my sisters and Nice Lady.


I ran all over my new house; I wanted to go out. I couldn’t be still. I was terrified. My new brother sniffed me once and got back under his blanket. I finally noticed that there were several comfy beds that I could get in and relax. But I couldn’t sing…my voice was lost.


That was a few weeks back…now, here we are and I’m all settled in. I have a special bowl to help me eat because my lower jaw has no bone in it. I have three beds with blankets in them. I get some delicious food twice a day. I get to sleep in the sunshine as it passes through the door.  At night, when my Mom goes to bed, I fly into the bedroom and jump in my most favorite bed, get a night time pet and tuck myself in. Around mid-night, I feel the song of hope and love rise in my throat…and I sing ‘because I’m happy’. I am Angela. I am the Yorkie Who Sings at Midnight.


Marley, The Wayward Poodle


August 26 2020

Look who found me!

Well, these past few days have been kinda weird. I remember feeling great, then all of a sudden, I felt terrible and got really, really sick. Mom and Dad came to see me and I tried to get better. Then I remember them holding me close as I went to sleep. It was a good sleep and when I woke up, Mom and Dad weren’t there. I was pretty confused ‘ceptin’ I felt SO much better; warm, my stomach didn’t hurt anymore, and it was quiet. Really quiet, no pots and pans bangin’ around, no loudmouth Wayward Poodle, no Dad wrappin’ me up in a blanket, and no CHAIR TIME. I was beginning to get a little worried...where was I? 

And then....LOOK WHO FOUND ME!! I was so happy to see these two!! Belle was like my fur Mama; she used to let me sleep all over her and cuddle me warm. MiniP was just my sweet sister. Truth be told, I think they were just as glad to see me as I was to see them.

This new life will take some gettin’ used to but it sure is nice here. My sisters said I crossed a bridge made of Rainbows and that it’s very nice. They also said that everybody would be together again one of these days...even Marley.

Who would have thought a little bitty toothless, 10 year old, heartworm positive boy like me would have been adopted…but I WAS and it was magnificent.  Give us a try...we are magnificent and appreciative!!

So, that’s my story. I sure had a great home and I know they miss me so much. I’ll figure out a way to stay in bet I will.

A Missive from MiniPearl Swearengen--

From Somewhere Over the Rainbow Bridge

Hello! It’s me MiniP! I have been wanting to thank everyone for your kind thoughts and wishes when I crossed that Bridge a while back. As most of you probably know, I probably wasn’t meant to live as long as I did. I came to my new home desperately ill. I only weighed two pounds; I didn’t have any hair; I had heartworms (bad!); and I had pneumonia. Such is the life of a llittle bitty animal left out in the elements. BUT! As soon as I hit my new Daddy’s lap and he started whispering to me, I knew things had changed for me (and, sure enough, for him).

Nobody thought I had the proverbial snowball’s chance….


But, for the next six years, I lived large; walking every day (and doing a ‘lickety-split’ run to the house when it was chilly), eating really good food, sleeping beds all over the place, snuggling with my folks. But my MOST favorite thing in the world was for my Daddy to whisper to me. I’d sit on his chest and put my ear near his mouth and he’d tell me sweet things. When he would go to the office, I would follow him. When we would walk, I would follow him. He was and will always be my hero.

Then, my really big heart started causing me some trouble. Medicine helped for a while. I had power rugs on the floor so my feet didn’t slip. But, Friday, I started feeling really, really bad and I my time was near. Then, I fell over and couldn’t get up. Daddy laid down next to me and whispered to me. Then, he wrapped me in a nice warm blanket and took me to Doc Sylvia.

I remember my Daddy whispering to me that it was ok to go to sleep So, that’s just what I did. He whispered me right across that beautiful bridge as I went to sleep. When I woke up, my 'troubles had melted like lemon drops'; I felt GREAT! And guess who I saw, grinning to beat the band. My sister Stella-Beaux! I am so happy to be here and feel good.