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8-23-15
LaurenOrSatan2 Was a Winner with their Poem "“Shy Ramone”. ♥

“Shy Ramone”

Once I had a piggy
Her name was Shy Ramone
I found her in a shoe box
with a card reading “take me home”

I told mom she was a kitten
Told dad she was a dog
Had ‘em both convinced
she wasn’t a baby hog

I taught her how to meow
I taught her how to bark
She made quite a scene
when I took her to the park

“Look at that piglet”
Came everyone with glee
but Shy Ramone shied right away
and hid away behind me.

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August Creative Writing Contest winner goes to: GravityFalls44

My New Kitten

The day was hot, and we were going to my step-Aunt’s house. She bred dogs and cats, and we were on our way to see the new kitten litter. My uncle had to drop off some papers there, and it’s the only reason me and my sister were able to go and see them.
The pugs in the basement barked their heads off as we crossed through the basement to the stairs, and as we headed up, I prayed that her daughter wouldn’t be there. The kid was nice, but she drove me a little insane. Not to mention the fact that she was pretty bad with cats.
Thankfully she wasn’t there, and we were immediately greeted by a small group of pugs. They surrounded us, all jumping up and down and demanding to be petted. My sister and I played around with them for a bit while we waited for my aunt and uncle to finish talking. We didn’t mind the wait. Who would mind being surrounded by a hoard of pugs?
Once they were fnally finished talking, my aunt led us to the back, where it was quieter. The only sounds were faint barking and loud mews.
As we approached the litter of calico, orange, and white kittens, there was one that stuck out to me. Maybe it’s just because he was black and not at all like the others, but this one was the runt of the litter. My aunt told me that it was a boy, and I half jokingly said, “This is the best cat I’ve ever seen. Can I keep him?”
Though I was super surprised when she actually said yes, and my mom and uncle agreed. She said I’d have to wait for about 2 or three months before I could get him, but I didn’t mind too much.
Okay I’ll admit it, the wait was killing me. I was dying to see my wittle biscuit again. They said I’d be able to go and pick him up on July 9th. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I tried to distract myself with thoughts of other things, like my favorite T.V. show, Gravity Falls, but the next episode wasn’t until July 13th, and that was an even longer wait.
Anyway, I was able to survive the wait, and I even ended up getting him a few days earlier. I decided to name him Tiny Ninja. He may have been a bit of trouble, but it was so totally worth it. He would always sleeps on or near me, and he follows me everywhere I go. He’s the best cat I’ve ever had, and the awesomest thing that happened to me this summer.

(Actual picture of Tiny Ninja)

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Winner of the Riddle contest with the correct guess of foil is
Purplez1

CONGRATULATIONS!

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Winner of the Riddle Contest for Friday 9/11/12

Clovette

CONGRATULATIONS!

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Winner of the Riddle
Contest for 9/18/15, with the answer of, ice cream, is WyoBraskaSara

Congratulations!

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9-27-15
Tomahawk has won the “Dinosaur Scene Contest” with their entry
“Jurrasic Park”


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CONGRATULATIONS To Septembers Creative Writing Contest winner:

911-Pet-Rescue

Once upon a time there was a dog named Chance. He didn’t always have that name, though. He didn’t have a name at all until just recently, but we’ll call him Chance for the entire story.
You see, Chance was an American Pit Bull Terrier, also known as a Pit Bull. Everybody knows of these dogs. They’re big, muscular, and can be fiercely loyal to their owners with the proper training. However, there are many rumors about these powerful dogs, and many people hate them, reject them, and abuse them.
Chance was a street dog for the past couple months. He was only a couple years old, and he spent his puppyhood at an animal rescue. Finally, somebody took interest in him, and Chance was taken into a home that was described as loving and responsible, but it was all a lie.
Now one year old, Chance didn’t go to a home that was loving at all. Right when the car parked into the driveway, his new owners took him to their backyard, covered in debris and clutter. They chained him to a pole and tossed him a piece of bread and splashed him with water, and that was it.
Chance was instantly miserable, but being a dog, he wasn’t sure what was happening. He whined and whined, hoping for someone to come give him attention. When he was back at his foster home, his family was always there to give him attention when he needed it most, but now things were different.
And so, the same thing happened for a year. Every day or two Chance would be given a crust and would either be splashed with freezing cold water, or be given no water at all. Chance was now covered in ticks, fleas, and mange. The cold water made his frail body ache.
Chance was awakened in the middle of the night by a thunderstorm. Chance was afraid of anything at this point, but he especially was anxious when it came to thunderstorms, and you couldn’t blame him. He had to lie there in the freezing rain as thunder roared around him.
The wind grew frightfully strong, and Chance howled in fear, whimpering and whimpering, until finally, the pole that his chain was tied to cracked and felt to the ground, barely missing Chance’s thin body. Chance jumped in surprise, trembling.
A large branch fell on top of Chance’s flea bitten tail, and Chance yelped, wiggling loose of the branch. Chance knew that he could now be free of the backyard, so he ran out of the property, the chain still tightly tied around his neck and the rest of the chain dragging behind him noisily.
The poor dog raced through the neighborhood that week, hiding under porches at night and shivering from the freezing weather and the shock of thunderstorms. Chance hadn’t eaten for five days, and all he drank were small puddles of muddy water created by the storm the day before.
One breezy afternoon, Chance slept on somebody’s front porch, only to be awaken by a woman’s angry shouting and the sound of clanking pans. Chance escaped the woman’s rage, not understanding why everyone would be so cruel to a dog like him.
Chance raced through the streets, always digging in dumpsters, finding scraps of food and garbage, drinking from puddles or from creeks of murky water. He survived, and I don’t know how he did it. He learned to adapt to such a way of life for two months.
Finally, the time came when everything would turn around for Chance. He wouldn’t of lived much longer if Mr. William Beckham didn’t come into his life that special day. Chance was slowly roaming the streets that weekend in a small town where many people were.
Either people sneered at the stray dog or tried to find shelter in case the dog was aggressive. Everyone had heard the rumors carried out by those who hated Pit Bulls. Everyone feared this dog, and everyone would do anything to stay safe from him, everyone except for Beckham.
The man was walking casually through the streets that day, going to a shop to purchase something nice for his wife’s birthday, which he was to celebrate five days later with the rest of the family.
Beckham slowly knelt down beside the flea bitten dog, taking precautions, knowing that this poor dog was either a born street dog, or lived a terrible life and was abandoned by a terrible person.
Beckham slowly ran his hands through Chance’s dense fur, resting his hand on the dog’s white head, which was covered in sores and scabs. Chance gently sniffed Beckham’s face and began to give his rescuer kisses. Everyone in the town watched Beckham’s meeting with that poor street dog.
Chance was taken to a facility, where he was fed, watered, bathed, and treated for all of his health problems. The veterinary bill ended up costing over a thousand dollars, and Beckham insisted that he pay the money. Within five days, Chance looked like a normal dog.
He was no longer flea bitten or covered in scabs and sores. His gums weren’t bleeding and his tail no longer ached from the branch that fell on it, though it ended up being eternally crooked. His fur didn’t carry a trace of blood. His eyes weren’t clouded, but bright and alert. His tail no longer drooped, but it wagged, crook and all.
Beckham knelt down beside the dog and buckled a dark blue collar onto the dog’s neck. A tag on the collar read “Chance” and he was given the name by Beckham because he deserved a second chance, even if he was a poor street dog and his breed was given a bad reputation.
Chance was Beckham’s gift to his wife for her birthday, and Chance even learned to get along with Marmalade, the family cat, and Jordan, Beckham’s 3-year-old son. Though he was a street dog for so long and people treated him badly and even attempted to hurt him, Chance still was a kind dog deep down in his heart because of the love and care given to him in his puppyhood. Though dogs forget many things, they never forget how to love, even if it takes some time to remind them of that.
Though Chance’s story is fiction, there are many dogs in America living lives as terrible as Chance’s life, and sometimes even worse. Many of those dogs don’t even meet their special someone that will rescue them, meaning that those poor dogs die without living a life each and every dog deserves. Even if a dog is ugly, flea bitten, stray, stubborn, or if his breed is given a bad reputation, each dog deserves a chance, and that’s why Chance’s beautiful story was illustrated, to show you all my point.

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CONGRATULATIONS goes to Kintsugi
For my Friday Flashie Caption Contest with the caption of, The Original Butt Dial

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10-6-15
black-bird Was the Winner of the “Most Pampered Pet” Contest
with their entry of Brynn .
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10/09/15

Congratulations goes to the winners:

1. brusselsprout Rory RORY WAS ADOPTED BY ME
2. NANNYTIGGER ~Smudge SMUDGE WAS ADOPTED
3. Lolpanda621 ~Blossom~Sadly, Blossom, has also passed away.Rest in Peace sweet girl.
4. AddilightXD ~Hope may she rest in peace.
5. adrii- ~Binx
Binx has passed away on 10-24-15. Rest in Peace sweet boy. You are dearly missed.

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10-19-15
KellyVH29 Was the Winner in Sophie’s Dr.Suess’s Poetry Contest.

Twas dark in the forest
When Pokey did dare
A walk to the cottage
To see what was there

“Oh my!” Said the foopet
Whose lantern turned black
“What should I do now?
Oh, Perhaps I’ll go back!”

The path to the dwelling
Came clear into view
She crept to the window
What else could she do?

She stood on a pumpkin
She took a deep breath
She saw many creatures
All meeting their death!

The witch making breakfast
Turned bats into steak!
The spiders were baking
With goblin pancakes!

An owl swooped low,
She turned tail and ran
Back home to her mummy
As fast as she can!

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10/19/15
Congratualtions goes to BeaverCat

For winning the Remsies Friday Flashie on Saturday, what is that game contest.

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10/25/15
Congratulatons goes to BeaverCat For the correct answer to Remsies Riddle Contest with the answer, bowl

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10-27-15
Bouliie Was our First Place Winner in our Halloween Profile Picture Contest.

felinecanine Was our Second Place Winner in our Halloween Profile Picture Contest.

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The winner of the October Creative Writing Contest is TheSnailMaster

Lucky the Black Cat
As many people know, there are three majors things that represent Halloween. bats, pumpkins, and black cats. Nobody knows why black cats are suddenly evil on Halloween, but they accept it as that. So sadly, hundreds of innocent black cats each Halloween are killed simply because they are considered “unlucky”. Our story is going to take place on a rather quiet street known as Raven Avenue. Halloween was in two days, and people on this street were decorating furiously. Witches, goblins, everything scary was in plain sight. Watching this frantic display in a small alleyway was a kitten, a small, trembling kitten. His fur was as black as midnight, and he knew it was. He knew people would hurt him if they saw him. A stray tabby had told him so. At the time, the cat didn’t have a name, but we’re going to call him Lucky. Lucky had been born a street cat, and his mother left them shortly after being born. Lucky was the only survivor. He knocked over trash cans and fought to survive. But lately, the stray dogs had been overpowering him. He had no food, and the only water he had was the dewdrops on people’s lawns, and even then he had to hide and wait until nobody was looking. He was thin, his raggled, muddy fur laying on his body like a thin, wet blanket. You could count every rib. His clouded green eyes drooped, and poor Lucky could barely move. He was alone and scared. As Halloween night dawned, trick or treaters came around. He couldn’t run. Cowering in an alleyway, he heard doorbells being rung and humans saying “Trick or treat!” Suddenly, Lucky heard the sound of a man walking into the alleyway. He froze. He felt himself being picked up, and closed his eyes. He thought he would be killed. But instead he heard a man’s voice murmur “Well, hello there. You don’t deserve to be here.” his voice was gentle, and Lucky struggled to open his eyes. He found himself looking into the comforting brown eyes of Mr. Breham. Mr. Breham was a big, jolly man who loved animals of all kinds. He cradled Lucky in his arms and brought him to the vet, where he was fed, given water, had his fur brushed, and was treated for all of his sores and scabs. Although the bill cost over a thousand, Mr. Breham insisted he pay the bill. Lucky was brought home, where a blue collar, matching his eyes, was buckled around his neck. The tag read “Lucky” because just because a cat is black doesn’t mean they are unlucky. And Lucky purred.
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Although Lucky’s story is completely fiction, hundreds of black cats each year are killed on Halloween, and even on other days too. I am determined to stop that crazy madness, and so I conclude this story with this:

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11-1-15
lilylola was our 1st Place Winner if this year’s Halloween Scene Contest ♥.

and
Raven-Lenore was our 2nd Place Winner in the year’s Halloween Scene Contest ♥.

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11/1/15
Purplez1

Is the winner of The Caption Contest


With the caption of,Bottle, mouse, bottle, mouse,…… Bottle!

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11-14-15
SnailMaster
Was the Winner of Sophie’s Disney Thanksgiving Story Contest. with their entry of:
“THE TURKEY THIEF”

Kenai was napping on his soft, fluffy bed when there was a knock on the door. Kenai raised his head, tilting it slightly, and barked loudly with excitement. Oh boy, they were HERE! He shoved the door open and was delighted to find a large package at the door. The front read in big, red letters: THANKSGIVING KIT. “Oh boy, this is gonna be the PERFECT Thanksgiving!” he woofed. He grabbed the front of the box in his teeth and dragged it inside. Boink! The stuff inside fell all over the floor as the box fell on its side. A fall-leaf wreath, a recipe for a tasty turkey… yep. Everything was in there. “Time to get to work!” he announced. An hour later, everything was ready.
Kenai hummed as he nuzzled the final scented candle into place. “Oh! So beautiful! This is gonna be great!” he cooed to himself. He had already invited his friends over, the candles (that smelled like Autumn) were in place, a HUGE dinner was laid out, the wreaths and the other decorations were in correct positions… yep. Ding Dong! The doorbell rang out merrily. “Someone’s here!” he said gleefully. He opened the door to Lightning McQueen. “Hello and welcome! Come on in!” Lightning replied, “Kachow! This place looks awesome!” Within the next hour, his other five guests came: Mator, Sully, Mike, Jessie, and Woody. “Welcome! Welcome all!” he said when everyone was inside. They were all gaping in astonishment at the decorations, which made Kenai practically glow in pride. Once everyone was seated at the table, it was time for the feast! Kenai thought out the list of food in his head as he looked them over. The cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, chicken… and, most importantly, the turkey! Everyone “Oohed” and “Aahed” when Kenai lifted the plate and introduced the huge turkey. He had bought it specially. He put the metal top back on the turkey and set it on the counter. It would be eaten final. After a quick prayer (everyone was hungry), everyone tucked in. “Wow! This is good!” exclaimed Woody with a mouthful of mashed potatoes. Jessie giggled. “Thank you! Should we open the turkey now? He is the honored guest, we all know,” Kenai said politely. Everyone smacked their lips and heartily agreed, so Kenai grabbed the turkey platter and set it on the table. He lifted the top to… “THE TURKEY’S GONE!!!!!!” he shrieked. “Oh my gosh! Where could’ve it gone?” interjected Sully. Everyone began searching Kenai’s house. Then there was a huge clattering noise outside. “Hmm…” Kenai muttered suspiciously. He quietly opened his back door and slipped around the corner… and there was the turkey. And can you guess where it was? In the mouth of a CAT! “Hey!” barked Kenai. “Give me back that turkey!” The cat hissed in disapproval before shooting away. “Come back here!” he yelped. He chased the cat to and fro, until it leaped out of his backyard! “Ohhhhhhh…. do you think that’s gonna stop me?” growled Kenai. “I’m not letting go of my turkey THAT easily!” Against the yells of his friends, he raced after the cat. The long weeds smacked at his face, thorns and burrs digging into his thin pelt. Gasping for a mouthful of air, he just managed to catch the cat racing into a huge hole. He wriggled in after it. The hole was surprisingly deep… he saw it getting brighter at the end of the tunnel. He suddenly slipped! He landed with a heavy bump in a huge, lit cavern. It was simply decorated with a large amount of fall leaves. No candles. No pictures. Nothing. A small stone table sat there as well, and on it was a small amount of mashed potatoes, a couple stone glasses of plain water, and the huge turkey right in the middle. But who he saw sitting around the table was shocking. It was the thieving cat, two little gray kittens, a HUGE Rottweiler, three mice, and an orange canary. They all sat and shared the small dinner, besides the turkey, together… and looked happy. Everyone stopped talking and looked at him, but Kenai had nothing to say. His eyes were watering. His Disney friends landed behind him in the cavern, and proceeded to act just like him. Amazed. The Rottweiler took one look at them and said gently, “Join us! We don’t get match company.” he sounded friendly, and Kenai’s friends joined him around the table. “Wait here!” Kenai burst out. Everyone looked at him in surprise. He left the cavern and came back about 15 minutes later, carrying all the food (with some difficulty). The rest is history. Kenai learned a bit about them: they used to all be pets until something happened to their owners. The calico cat was named Koshi, the two gray kittens were named Ashy and Smoke, the three mice were called Billy, Thomas, and Tim, the canary was called Peaches, and the Rottweiler was called Boulder. Kenai and his friends learned an important lesson that day: it doesn’t matter what kind of decorations or food you have, kindness is always better. And truthfully: it was Kenai’s favorite Thanksgiving.
The End :)
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11-27-15
1st Round of the Pet Photo Contest

Congratulations to our Two Winners

First Place Winner: HouseOfGSDs

Second Place Winner: Nevalnyn