Happy Holidays from WBBR

I can't believe how the time flies and its another year over again. WBBR is especially thankful to everyone who volunteers, donates and supports us all throughout the year. We have helped a number of dogs in need and we wouldn't be able to do this without your continued support. WBBR is very proud of all our volunteers and the tremendous amount of effort and team work that has been shown by everyone. Thank you to for your dedication and love to this worthy cause.

This year we experienced many successes, including the Pub Night Fundraiser and the launch of our new website, to name a few. We have met many new friends along the way but yet we have had to say goodbye to some old friends too. They say that some people come into our lives and pass quickly, while others come into your lives and no matter how long they stay, the leave footprints on our hearts. For this we are eternally grateful and will always remember them forever, as they will always live on as long as we keep their memory in our hearts.

We at WBBR wish everyone a very wonderful Holiday Season and all the best of Boxer loves and snuggles to everyone in the new year! We look forward to even more successes in 2011 with our WBBR family.

Chantelle, Kerri, Jennifer & Sheri

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A Rescue Dog's Christmas Poem
Based on the epithet that: "A dog is not just for Christmas".

'Tis the night before Christmas and all through the town,
every shelter is full - we are lost but not found,
Our numbers are hung on our kennels so bare,
we hope every minute that someone will care,
They'll come to adopt us and give us the call,
"Come here, Max and Sparkie - come fetch your new ball!!"

But now we sit here and think of the days...
we were treated so fondly - we had cute, baby ways,
Once we were little, then we grew and we grew -
now we're no longer young and we're no longer new.
So out the back door we were thrown like the trash,
they reacted so quickly - why were they so rash?

We "jump on the children", "don't come when they call",
we "bark when they leave us", "climb over the wall".
We should have been neutered, we should have been spayed,
now we suffer the consequence of the errors they made.
If only they'd trained us, if only we knew...
we'd have done what they asked us and worshiped them, too.

We were left in the backyard, or worse - let to roam -
now we're tired and lonely and out of a home.
They dropped us off here and they kissed us good-bye...
"Maybe someone else will give you a try."
So now here we are, all confused and alone...
in a shelter with others who long for a home.

The kind workers come through with a meal and a pat,
with so many to care for, they can't stay to chat,
They move to the next kennel, giving each of us cheer...
we know that they wonder how long we'll be here.
We lay down to sleep and sweet dreams fill our heads...
of a home filled with love and our own cosy beds.

Then we wake to see sad eyes, brimming with tears -
our friends filled with emptiness, worry, and fear.
If you can't adopt us and there's no room at the Inn -
could you help with the bills and fill our food bin?
We count on your kindness each day of the year -
can you give more than hope to everyone here?

Please make a donation to pay for the heat...
and help get us something special to eat.
The shelter that cares for us wants us to live,
and more of us will, if more people will give.

~Author unknown~




Tonight's my first night as a watchdog,
And here it is Christmas Eve.
The children are sleepin' all cozy upstairs,
While I'm guardin' the stockin's and tree.

What's THAT now . . . footsteps on the rooftop?
Could it be a c*t or a mouse?
Who's THIS down the chimney?
A thief with a beard - And a big sack for robbin' the house?

I'm barkin'. . . I'm growlin' . . . I'm bitin' his butt.
He howls and jumps back in his sleigh.
I scared his strange horses, they leap in the air.
I've frightened the whole bunch away.

Now the house is all peaceful and quiet again,
The stockin's are safe as can be.
Won't the kiddies be glad when they wake up tomorrow . . .
And see how I've guarded the tree.

by Shel Silverstein