“Watch your thoughts, for they become words.
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.”
“Your beliefs become your thoughts,
Your thoughts become your words,
Your words become your actions,
Your actions become your habits,
Your habits become your values,
Your values become your destiny.”
― Mahatma Gandhi
"DMK will not be dispatched over the Rainbow Bridge, but instead to a lesser known place called "The Fiery River Under the Rainbow Bridge" (Courtesy of Fleur and Garcell of TMP)"
Just this side of Hell is a place called The Fiery River Under the Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially bad behaved to someone here, that pet goes to The Fiery River Under the Rainbow Bridge. There are high fences and heavily locked gates for all of our "special" friends so they can't get out of the yard or release all of their little friends from their own stalls. There are plenty of draw reins, dressage whips and tacked nosebands and our friends are grumpy and irritated.
All of the animals who had been good at biting, bucking or kicking are condemned to have a small child pull their tails and ears and grab their weiners for all eternity. Those who hurt or maimed people are used as theraputic riding horses for retarded demons just as we wished for them in our dreams of days gone by. The animals are annoyed and regretful except for one small thing; they each miss the person for whom they behaved badly, who was lucky enough to survive them.
They all pin their ears and swish their tails together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His vengeful eyes narrow. His pissed off body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the fiery pits and grassless ground, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted and when you and your "special" friend finally meet, he bites you and you smack him. The torrent of swears erupts from your face; your hands again wring in anxiety at the idea of having to deal with the beast, and you look once more into the conniving eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but unfortunately, never absent from your memory.
Then you sigh, and jump into the Fiery River together...
"If you would have only one day to live, you should spend at least half of it in the saddle."