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a Non-Profit 501 (C) (3) Organization Founded by Award-Winning Christian Author/Speaker Lisa Freeman "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal…" Ecclesiastes 3:1-3
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Best New Book of The Year 2007 Writer of the Year, 2000 & 2007 Honorable Mention Awkward Romance Contest May 2006 All Time Best Award Fanstory.com 2006 Finalist in Chicken Soup Contest 2005 Distinguished Achievement Award, 2005 2nd Place Photo Say More Contest 2005 Top Story in Obadiah Contest 2002 2 Top Stories in Obadiah Contest 2003 Diploma from Guideposts for Teens, 2002 Merit Certificate from Writer's Digest, 2000 & 2001
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"A NEW HOME" An Animal Lover Herself... Lisa is faced with a heart wrenching decision in her winning story
Scroll Down to Read ~FREE PREVIEW~ Her story was chosen out of thousands to appear in this awesome book! ABOUT THE BOOK For thousands of years, dogs have been cherished as devoted companions and exuberant playmates—their unconditional love, limitless affection and unwavering loyalty never fail to melt our hearts. The stories in Chicken Soup for the Dog Lover’s Soul truly capture the special joy these four-legged creatures bring to our lives and hearts.
The crafty beagle-mix with the munchies who helps himself from the refrigerator . . . and many more unforgettable canine characters. From exciting and entertaining accounts of courage and humor to heartwarming tales of healing and learning, each touching story in this book will inspire dog lovers to rejoice in the unique bond they share with their canine companions. -SNEAK PREVIEW- "A New Home" “Mom, watch out!” My daughter, Melissa screamed as a brown, drenched pooch charged under our van. Slamming my foot on the brakes, we jerked to a stop. Stepping out in the freezing rain, we hunched down on opposite sides of the van, making kissing noises. The shivering pup jumped into Melissa’s arms and then onto her lap once she sat down again in the heated van.We were on our way home from Melissa’s sixth-grade basketball game. Her once white shirt, with red number 7, was now covered in dark, black paw prints. I stared at the mess, as she wrapped her shirt around the small dog. “That shirt will never come clean!” “Well, at least we saved his life.” She frowned, as she cuddled him. “Running through all those cars he could have been killed.” She continued petting him. “He’s so cute. And he doesn’t have a collar. Can we keep him?” I knew how she felt. I loved animals myself—especially dogs. But I also knew the mess they made. Dogs dig through the garbage. They chew up paper, shoes, and anything else they can fit in their mouths. Not to mention the little piles and puddles they make if they aren’t tended to at just the right time. I didn’t need a dog. I loved the clean, bright house we had recently moved into and I wanted to keep my new house looking just that—new...
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