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13.03.13

“The Divinity of Dogs” book WINNERS

Wow, we had so many amazing entries in our “The Divinity of Dogs” by Jennifer Skiff giveaway. Thanks to everyone who told us why their dog was divine – you each wrote from the heart and made our decision so hard we decided to choose the winners randomly.

The winning submissions were by Bek, Jodie and Rach. Congrats to you all. xx

Rachel

My dog is divine because……
He’s an amazing dog that is resilient and happy no matter what life throws at him. Contract cataracts it’s okay. Be attacked seriously and require surgery not once but twice. Have an eye removed at age 10 and come out on top. Have a slight luxating patella with horrible arthritis. Yet he is still happy and willing to do just about anything. Receiving him for my 9th birthday was amazing and he has been my constant companion since then, being the only constant in my life and helping me through some of the hardest times ever. I don’t remember him not being in my life and he is my inspiration to continue learning about dogs and why I dedicate every day to helping animals in need. Coming home to his face after a day at the shelter makes my days a thousand times better

Jodie
Life is full of trials and tribulations and we can lose sight of the important things in life. My dog reminds me of what is important. Whether it be the pleasure of a walk and taking in nature, the joy of laughter and making new friends, cuddling on the couch, sharing adventures and being kind and tolerant to others. Despite any hardships, my dog is a constant reminder of the beauty and joy to be found in the world and the importance of remaining young at heart. I never lose sight of the wonders around me, and I thank my dog for showing me the divine in the simple things life has to offer.

Bek Beautyman
My dogs are my life as they know when I’m ill, they will curl into me and around my sore spots.My Felix is a beautiful red smooth standard dachshund who is certainly his name; happy one. Though he dislikes mornings aand getting out of bed. Nacho despite no chiuahua in him, andhhaving spent his first few years eatting everything, has grown into a loveable wombat of a dog. Whose greatest joy other than visiting the vets is getting a soft serve ice cream, he savours every mouthful. He talks to me, and cuddles up and nudges for a pat. He is personality and my best friend who keeps me warm when cold, safe when scared, and company when alone.