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you recognise a sonnet if it came up and bit you? Read a poem lately that's brought a tear to
your eye or a smile to your face? Or have you written a verse or two about your dog that you'd
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One More Dog
Author Unknown
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One dog is no trouble and two are so funny
The third one is easy, the fourth one's a honey.
The fifth is delightful, the sixth one's a breeze
You find you can live with a houseful with ease
So how 'bout another? Would you really dare?
They're really quite easy, but oh my, the hair!
With dogs on the sofa and dogs on the bed
And crates in the kitchen, it's no bother, you said.
They're really no trouble, their manners are great
What's just one more dog and one more little crate?
The sofa is hairy, the windows are crusty
The floor is all footprints, the furniture is dusty.
The housekeeping suffers but what do you care?
Who minds a few nose prints and a little more hair?
So let's keep a puppy, you can always find room
And a little more time for the dust cloth and broom
There's hardly a limit to the
dogs you can add
The thought of a cutback sure makes you feel sad.
Each one is special, so useful, so funny
The food bill grows larger, you owe the vet money
Your folks never visit, few
friends come to stay
Except other dog folks who live the same way.
Your lawn has now died and your shrubs are dead too
Your weekends are busy, you're off with your crew
There's dog food and
vitamins, training and shots
And entries and travel and motels which cost lots.
It is worth it you wonder? Are you caught in a trap?
Then that favorite comes up and climbs in your lap
His look says you're special
and you know that you will
Keep all the critters in spite of the bill.
Some just for showing and some just to breed
And some just for loving, they all fill a need
Winter is a hassle but the
dogs love it true
And they must have their walks tho' you're numb and blue.
Late evening is awful, you scream and you shout
At the dogs on the sofa who refuse to go out
The dogs and the dog shows,
the travel, the thrills
The work and the worry, the pressure, the bills
The whole thing seems worth it, the dogs are your life
They're charming and funny and offset the strife
Your lifestyle has changed,
things just won't be the same
Yes, those dogs are addictive and so is the dog game!
Submitted by Steve Watkins |
Photos from Rescue Me page on Agilitynet |
Only a Whisper Away
Whisper, oh Whisper how I love
you
I feel broken, my heart has been cut in two.
You were my shadow, my very best friend
So loyal and loving to your life’s end.
If I had a pound for every
kiss you've given me
A millionaire I'd surely be.
No more that soft tongue licking my face
No other dog could ever take your place.
No more looking into those
eyes, so soulful and brown
No more feeling your soft fur whenever I bent down
You were always there, always looking for me
That is the sight I so still want to see
Fifteen glorious years you've
been by my side
A 'one person' dog, you've always filled me with pride
Your love and devotion made me feel so humbled
Without you my life has horribly crumbled.
Such a wonderful Mum you were
and have been
To those of your 'babies' you have always seen
Such a very close family, now they are bereft
Were has Mum gone, why has she left?
So soon after Sunny, your loss
is too hard to bear
But I hope you are both reunited 'up there'
And what a reunion, Mother and Son
Your pain has all gone, now go and have fun.
What ever we did, we did it
together
How I wished you could go on forever
I’ll never forget you, couldn’t if I tried
And my deep love for you I’ll never hide.
You’re my once in a lifetime,
so precious and dear
Thank goodness Summer and Purdey are left for me here
There is only one thing left for me to say
You will always only ever be a ‘Whisper’ away.
With my love always – Paul
xxxxx
August 2006.
When I Am Old
Submitted by Jo Davidson-Poston
When I am old...
I will wear soft gray sweatshirts...
and a bandana over my silver hair...
and I will spend my social security checks on
wine and my dogs.
I will sit in my house on my
well-worn chair
and listen to my dogs breathing.
I will sneak out in the middle of a warm
summer night and take my dogs for a run, if my old
bones will allow...
When people come to call, I
will smile and
nod as I show them my dogs...
and talk of them and about them...
...the ones so beloved of the past
and the ones so beloved of today...
I will still work hard
cleaning after them,
mopping and feeding them and whispering their
names in a soft loving way.
I will wear the gleaming sweat
on my throat,
like a jewel, and I will be an embarrassment
to all...
especially my family...
who have not yet found the peace in being
free to have dogs as your best friends...
These friends who always wait,
at any hour,
for your footfall...
and eagerly jump to their feet out of a sound
sleep, to greet you as if you are a God,
with warm eyes full of adoring love and hope
that you will always stay,
I'll hug their big strong
necks...
I'll kiss their dear sweet heads...
and whisper in their very special company....
I look in the mirror... and
see I am getting old....
this is the kind of person I am...
and have always been.
Loving dogs is easy, they are
part of me.
Please accept me for who I am.
My dogs appreciate my presence in their
lives...
they love my presence in their lives...
When I am old this will be
important to me...
you will understand when you are old,
if you have dogs to love too.
-- author unknown
I'm Still Here
from Valerie Rothlisberger-Jones
I stood by your bed
last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you
softly as you brushed away a tear.
'It's me, I haven't left you. I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here.'
I was close to you
at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea.
You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at
the shops today, your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at
my grave today, you tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for
your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said 'It's me'
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know that I was standing there.
It's possible for me to be so near you every day
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away".
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you
knew....
in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over. I smile and watch you yawning
And say 'Goodnight, God bless, I'll see you in the morning.'
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out then come home to be with me.
Prayer of a Stray
By Bev Davenport
Dear God please send me somebody who will care!
I'm tired of running, I'm sick with despair.
My body is aching, it's so racked with pain,
And Dear God I pray as I run in the rain,
that someone will love me and give me a home;
A warm cozy bed I can call my own.
My last owner neglected me and chased me away,
To rummage in garbage and live as a stray.
But now God I'm tired and hungry and cold,
And I'm afraid I'll never grow old.
They've chased me with sticks and hit me with stones,
While I run in the streets just looking for bones!
I'm not really bad God, please help if you can,
For I have become just a victim of man.
I'm wormy Dear God and I'm ridden with fleas,
And all that I want is an owner to please.
If you find one for me God I'll try to be good.
I won't run away and I'll do as I should.
I don't think I'll make it too long on my own,
'Cuz I'm getting so weak and I'm so all alone.
Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry,
'Cause I'm so afraid God that I'm gonna die.
And I've got so much love and devotion to give,
That I should be given a new chance to live!
So Dear God, please, please answer my prayer,
And send me somebody who will really care!*
Alpha Male
by Jayne Edwards
Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely
co-incidental.
Anyone recognising themselves in the following script
is advised to hang up their lead and take up basket weaving.
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SIT.
'Sit, yeah sit,
good boy I am
Sit',
SIT, STAY!
Ears up, down, up.
'Wassis stay?
Stay?
A new play?
New play for me?
I’ll go and see.'
I SAID STAY!
He knows what it means
YOU STAY THERE
(and a hard stare).
'I know stay, I know stay,
I’m sure it’s not hard,
I think it’s that thing
We did in our yard.'
Ears up, down, up.
'I’ll go and see,
I’m a clever boy me.'
NO!
I SAID STAY.
I’m not having this,
He’s wilful
And dominant,
Taking the pi*s.
Ears down, eyes down,
Belly down.
'I’ll wait here
keep out of the way,
I don’t think I fancy
This Sit and this Stay.'
GOOD BOY.
That’s me? Good boy?
Is he still mad?
Am I still bad?
Is he good?
Is he sad?
Or just mad?
Scruff at the neck of initiative
Roll confidence onto its back
Bully the dog
Or the wife
Or the kids
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Memorial Corner
Two poems to ponder by Jane Tatum for those moments when words
are not enough.
Phone Call to Rainbow Bridge
I loved you well.’
‘Not always.’
‘I fed you well.’
‘I would have liked more bones.’
‘We played great games.’
‘But you were often grumpy.’
‘I took you for walks.’
‘Not long enough.’
‘I trained you well.’
‘You were inconsistent.’
‘I kept you healthy.’
‘I loathed that vet.’
‘I loved your company.’
‘I had to share you with the others.’
‘I kept you warm and dry.’
‘But you gave me baths.’
‘I groomed you beautifully.’
‘I hated that.’
‘But I loved you.’
‘I know. I loved you too.’
© Jane Tatam
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Gone now!
I saw you born,
watched you grow and blossom,
so handsome you were.
You were gentle and shy
and soft with your paw.
Your love was my pleasure.
And then, with all the
years gone by,
I saw you fade,
watched you grow thin and sick,
so ill you were.
About you came the stench
of death,
a cloying, sickly smell I hated.
No food or drink could pleasure you,
only my touch – not enough!
Gone now!
Only the bittersweet scent
of your dying remains.
I raise your bed,
hold it close.
Now it is the sweetest scent
in all the world to me.
© Jane Tatam
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