ABOUT SNOOPY

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0><script type="text/javascript" src="http://hb.lycos.com/hb.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://ratings.lycos.com/ratings/lycosRating.js.php"></script> <script type="text/javascript"><![CDATA[//><!]]></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://scripts.lycos.com/catman/init.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://members.tripod.com/adm/ad/code-start.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://members.tripod.com/adm/ad/code-middle.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://members.tripod.com/adm/ad/code-end.js"></script> <noscript> <img src="http://members.tripod.com/adm/img/common/ot_noscript.gif?rand=718375" alt="" width="1" height="1" />  <iframe frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" width="728" height="90" src="http://ad.yieldmanager.com/st?ad_type=iframe&ad_size=728x90&section=209094"></iframe>  </noscript> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0 height="100%"><tr> <td valign="top" width=1 BGCOLOR="#9999FF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="080ad8a3.jpg"> <bR> </td> <td valign="top" BGCOLOR="#99CCFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="080ad8a3.jpg"> <div> <FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#0000BF" FACE="Stonehenge" ><B>SNOOPYS SITE</b></FONT><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#6633CC" FACE="Arial" >   |</FONT><B>  </b><B> </b><A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="SNOOPYS SITE"><U><B>home</b></U></A></div> <div> <B>ABOUT SNOOPY</b><B>   |   </b><A HREF="id18.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="PICTURES OF SNOOPY"><U><B>PICTURES OF SNOOPY</b></U></A><B>   |   </b><A HREF="id19.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="RAINBOW BRIDGE POEM"><U><B>RAINBOW BRIDGE POEM</b></U></A><B>   |   </b><A HREF="id22.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="SNOOPYS GUESTBOOK"><U><B>SNOOPYS  GUESTBOOK</b></U></A><B>   |   </b><A HREF="id23.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="OUR EMAIL"><U><B>OUR E-MAIL</b></U></A><B>   |   </b><A HREF="id26.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="SNOOPYS CHRISTMAS PAGE"><U><B>SNOOPY'S CHRISTMAS PAGE</b></U></A><B>   |   </b><A HREF="id25.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="AWARDS I HAVE RECEIVED"><U><B>AWARDS I HAVE RECEIVED</b></U></A><B>   |   </b><A HREF="id20.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="OLD GUESTBOOK"><U><B>OLD GUESTBOOK</b></U></A></div> <bR> <div> <B>ABOUT SNOOPY</b></div> <div> <B> <img src="HTMLobj-164/aniGif.gif" border="0" align="bottom" width="104" height="129">   <img src="HTMLobj-143/aniGif.gif" border="0" align="bottom" width="351" height="21">  </b><B> <img src="HTMLobj-165/aniGif.gif" border="0" align="bottom" width="104" height="129">  </b></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>For Years I begged my parents for a dog.  On my 16th birthday my parents were reluctant to throw me the traditional sweet 16 celebration.  "All I want is a dog" I told them, but my parents were not fond of dogs.  So they arranged my birthday celebration instead.  Over the next year I continued to feel that void in my life, and I begged for that special companion.</b></div> <bR> <div> <B>On my 17th birthday, I came across an add in the paper "Chihuahua Pups $100".  I showed the add to my parents, and they finely agreed.  My father drove me over to see the puppies.  The lady selling the pups answered the door with a tiny Chihuahua wrapped in a blanket.  She handed him over to me.  I looked him over and asked to see the others.  "There are no others". She said.  He was the only one left.  I looked him over again.  He didn't look like much.  He barely weighed a pound.  He didn't even look like a dog.  He was as she described him "the runt of the liter".  The one nobody wanted.  He was a scrawny little thing , with buckteeth.  But I was desperate for a dog, and I figured that any dog was better than no dog at all.  So we wrapped him up in the blanket, and we took him into our home, into our lives, and most importantly into our hearts.</b></div> <bR> <div> <B>I'm glad we took him home that day.  It did not take long for all of us to fall in love with him, especially my parents.  I named him Snoopy, after my favorite peanuts character.  He soon proved to be an incredibly intelligent, happy, and loving dog.  He brightened up our home and lives.</b></div> <bR> <div> <B>Unfortunately times were not always so great.  It soon became apparent that Snoopy was a sick little dog.  He had a bad appetite, and his cute "buck teeth", turned into a bad overbite.  The vet suggested that he had a genetic disorder.  We never really knew why he was always so sick.  Another vet suggested that he was inbred.  He had heart problems back problems, and he was under weight.  Even with all his problems he was a very happy little dog, and boy did he love us.  When we took him outside people always made rude comments.  But it did not matter to us.  I use to tell him "Tu eres el perito mas lindo de el mundo"  This meant you are the most beautiful dog in the world.</b></div> <bR> <div> <B>When I got married and moved away, Snoopy absolutely refused to leave my parents.  Snoopy was my dog, and I insisted that he move with me.  So we moved into our new home and Snoopy became depressed, and refused to eat.  He tried to claw his way out of my apartment, and injured his paws.  He wanted to go back to his home.  I had to put my feelings aside and give Snoopy to my parents.  He was thrilled to be back home, and they were glad to have him back.  I still visited him frequently, but I still needed a furbaby by my side.  So that's when Morris "el diablo" cat came into my life, but that is a different story.</b></div> <bR> <div> <B>At first we didn't expect him to live long, but some how the years passed and he continued to be happy, and to bring us joy.  We took it for granted that he would be with us forever, and when he passed away at they age of 9, we were shocked and over come with grief.  On May 10, 2000 my mom called me, and she said that Snoopy was very ill.  She said he was vomiting blood.  I rushed out in the rain to see Snoopy.  He had his tail between his legs, and he attempted to wag it just to please me.  But his eyes were sad.  My father rushed us to the vet.  The doctor explained that he simply needed fluids again.  "Take him home, he will be fine." she said.  We happily accepted that explanation, and took our baby home.  The next day when my dad came home, he found Snoopy's lifeless.</b></div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>Snoopy went to the bridge on May 11, 2000.  He was 9 years old.</b></div> <bR> <div> <B><IMG SRC="05d50fc0.jpg" border=0 width="336" height="252" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></b></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="SNOOPYS SITE"><U><B> <img src="HTMLobj-188/aniGif.gif" border="0" align="bottom" width="128" height="26">  </b></U></A><B>    </b><A HREF="id18.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="PICTURES OF SNOOPY"><U><B> <img src="HTMLobj-186/aniGif.gif" border="0" align="bottom" width="128" height="26">  </b></U></A><B>  </b></div> <div>  <embed src="HTMLobj-121/bgsound_5_.mid" autostart="true" loop="true" hidden="true">  </div> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>