Video The Ballad of Buckshot Willy By Guy Page on February 20, 2023 • ( 5 Comments ) Must-see video produced for anyone who even thinks they love dogs and second chances Addison County Steve Thurston wrote and performed this song and made this video for his wife Monique as a birthday present. It’s been a huge hit on Facebook and if your heart holds even a mustard seed of love for dogs and second chances, you’ll see why! Share this:TwitterFacebookTelegramEmailLike this:Like Loading... Categories: Video
The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.
And with all the “humanity” the VT legislature members believe they are imbued with, I don’t think they have ever yet properly addressed near-adequate legislation to discourage & punish (yes, punish) anyone who intentionally harms a domestic animal and especially when such harm results in their death.
Animals rock. BIG time.
Our gratitude goes to Valerie Mullin, who runs Winnie’s Legacy Animal Rescue from her home in North Ferrisburgh, Vermont. Her tireless work and dedication to save southern dogs from a hellish existence brought us Wilbur in 2018. And while the buckshot pellets, an incidental discovery, will stay forever in his body, we hope that love will make him forget the abuse he took in his previous life. https://www.winnieslegacy.com/
Long live Wilbur. Thanks for adopting that sweet soul. Thank you to all who care for animals – large & small, domestic & wild. They are God’s creatures. They are innocents. They deserve our respect and our compassion.
Thats not buckshot, its birdshot.
“Every world has dogs or their equivalent, creatures that thrive on companionship, creatures that are of a high order of intelligence although not of the highest, and that therefore are simple enough in their wants and needs to remain innocent. The combination of their innocence and their intelligence allows them to serve as a bridge between what is transient and what is eternal, between the finite and the infinite.
For those who despair that their lives are without meaning and without purpose, for those that dwell in a loneliness so terrible that it has withered their hearts, for those who hate because they have no recognition of the destiny they share with all humanity, for those that would squander their lives in self-pity and in self-destruction because they have lost the saving wisdom with which they were born, for all these and many more, hope waits in the dreams of a dog, where the sacred nature of life may be clearly experienced without the all but blinding filter of human need, desire, greed, envy and endless fear. And here in dream woods and fields, along the shores of dream seas, with a profound awareness of the playful Presence abiding in all things.
Dean Koontz 2001 – One Door Away From Heaven – Pg 670 & 671