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Offline justlou

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Dog poems
« on: April 17, 2006, 04:51:17 PM »
I had a little poodle
His coat was silver grey
One day I thought I'd bath him
To wash the dirt away.
I washed my little poodle
Then dried him with a towel.
My poodle seemed to like his bath
He didn't even growl.  ;D
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My puppy has a doghouse,
just outside my door.
He licks me when I pet him,
and wags his tail for more.
He's always there beside me,
no matter what I do.
My puppy is my special friend,
and a family member, too.  ;D
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It's funny
my puppy
knows just how I feel.

When I'm happy
he's yappy
and squirms like an eel.

When I'm grumpy
he's slumpy
and stays by my heel.

It's funny
my puppy
knows such a great deal.  ;D
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My dog listens when I talk
He goes with me for a walk
When I sleep, he sleeps too.
He does everything that I do.
When my sister/brother/friend makes me mad,
He hangs his head and looks so sad.
He cuddles up and licks my hand
And tells me he can understand.  ;D
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There was a wee lassie called Maggie,
Whose dog was ENORMOUS and shaggy;
The front end of him
Looked vicious and grim...
But the tail end was friendly and waggy!   ;D
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Offline justlou

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Re: Dog poems
« Reply #1 on: April 17, 2006, 05:21:18 PM »
Pet Shopping  :)

While shopping at the pet store
I got my fondest wish.
I bought myself a fish bowl
and then a pair of fish.

And since I was already
out shopping at the store
I thought I ought to purchase
another smidgen more.

And so I got a rabbit,
a hamster and a frog,
a gerbil and a turtle,
a parrot and a dog.

I purchased an iguana,
a tortoise and a rat,
an eight-foot anaconda,
a monkey and a cat.

A guinea pig, a gecko,
a ferret and a mouse,
and had them all delivered,
directly to my house.

My sister went berzerko!
She's now installing locks,
because I said her bedroom
would be their litter box!

Layla bud

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Re: Dog poems
« Reply #2 on: April 26, 2006, 10:29:33 AM »
A Tribute To A Dog


The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world,
The one that never deserts him,
The one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog.

A man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness.
He will sleep on the cold ground,
where the wintry winds blow and snow drives fiercely,
if only he may be near his master's side.

He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer;
He will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounter
with the roughness of the world.
He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince.

When all other friends desert, he remains.
When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces,
he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.


-- Senator George Vest, 1870 --


alfiesmummy

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Re: Dog poems
« Reply #3 on: June 15, 2006, 11:22:25 PM »
TODAY,S POEM


I,m shut behind this stair gate
and only 6 months old.
my owners say I pee and chew and don,t do what I,m told.
I try to be a good dog like the greyhound in the hall.
But Blossom,s 10 and sleeps a lot
And thats no fun at all!
I,d like to be the other side, don,t want to be alone,
But chewing everything in sight is more fun than a bone!
I,ll have to try much harder to do the things I should.
Then I might hear the words:
"oh Flora! you are so good!"


Layla bud

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Re: Dog poems
« Reply #4 on: July 03, 2006, 02:54:29 PM »
Ode to a Dog

You are one in a million & special to me.
Affectionate, loyal, such good company.

You're there when I'm lonely & life seems a bore.
You cheer me & offer a comforting paw.

The look in your eyes says you quite understand
as you thrust a bewhiskered wet nose in my hand.

You never desert me wherever I go.
You're a far better friend than some people I know.

To thank you I give you this short monologue
My Faithful, Devoted Companion - My Dog!

--unknown

Layla bud

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Re: Dog poems
« Reply #5 on: September 06, 2006, 02:29:29 PM »
A dog's Prayer


Treat me kindly, my beloved master for no heart in the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.

Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.

When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements. And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god, and I am your devoted worshiper.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.

Feed me clean food, that I may be well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.

And, beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest⦠and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.

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Re: Dog poems
« Reply #6 on: January 12, 2007, 12:53:13 PM »
He is your friend, your partner, your defender, and your dog.  You are his life, his love, and his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion. 
Dogs are linked to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent.  To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring, it was peace.

Layla bud

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Re: Dog poems
« Reply #7 on: January 12, 2007, 02:36:25 PM »
The one absolute, unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world-the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous- is his dog... He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounter with the roughness of the world... When all friends desert, he remains

G. Vest


Layla bud

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Re: Dog poems
« Reply #8 on: September 14, 2007, 10:57:06 AM »
Just A Dog


From time to time, people tell me, "lighten up, it's just a dog,"
or, "that's a lot of money for just a dog."

They don't understand the distance traveled, the time spent, or the costs involved for "just a dog."

Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog."

Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog,"
but I did not once feel slighted.

Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by "just a dog,"
and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of "just a dog" gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day.

If you, too, think it's "just a dog," then you will probably understand
phrases like "just a friend," "just a sunrise," or "just a promise."

"Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust,
and pure unbridled joy.

"Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience that make me a better person.

Because of "just a dog", I will rise early, take long walks and look longingly to the future.

So for me and folks like me, it's not "just a dog" but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future,
the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment.

"Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts away
from myself and the worries of the day.

I hope that someday they can understand that it's not "just a dog",
but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being
"just a man or woman."

So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog"
just smile...
because they "just don't understand."

by Richard Biby


mikka

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Christmas without my dog
« Reply #9 on: November 22, 2007, 09:42:10 PM »
CHRISTMAS WITHOUT MY DOG

THE TREE IS ALL TRIMMED
THE GIFTS ARE ALL WRAPPED
THE HYMNS ARE ALL SUNG
AND THE TRAVEL PLANS MAPPED

AND STILL THERE'S A SADNESS
THAT LIES IN YOUR HEAR
FOR A DOG THAT WAS LOST
AND A LOVE NOW APART

A STOCKING IS MISSING
WITH TOYS AND A TREAT
A LAP IS NOW EMPTY
A SPACE AT YOUR FEET

YET REMBER THIS SEASON
GOD'S SMALL GIFT TO YOU
WONDERFUL MEMORIES
TO TREASURE LIFE THROUGH

mikka

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dog on loan
« Reply #10 on: November 22, 2007, 09:45:28 PM »
Dog On Loan

I'll lend you for a little time, a dog of mine God said.
For you to love while she lives and mourn when she is dead.
The years they may be six or ten or even as few as three.
But will you, till I call her back, take care of her for me?

She'll bring her charms to gladden you, and shall her stay be brief,
You'll have her lovely memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise she will stay, since all from Earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there I want this dog to learn.

I've looked the wide world over, in my search for masters true,
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you.
Now will you give her your love, nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call to take her back again?

We answered in sincerity, Dear Lord, Thy will be done.
For all the joy this dog shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter her with tenderness, and love her while we may,
And for the happiness we will know, we'll ever grateful stay.
But shall the angels call for her much sooner than we planned,
We'll know the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.

mikka

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The last will and testament
« Reply #11 on: November 22, 2007, 09:47:46 PM »
 My material possessions are few and I leave them all to you,
A collar, chewed at one end, a lumpy dog bed and my chipped water bowl.

I leave you half a rubber ball which you will find under the refridgerator,
a rubber mouse with the whistle missing (behind the kitchen stove),
and dozens of bones and chews in the flower beds and down the back of the settee.

Mostly I leave you memories which are many -
dark sparkling eyes, a wet black nose and my whine at the back door.

I leave you a tattered rug in front of your armchair, which was repaired in a slightly different shade,
I chewed it when I was a five month old puppy - remember?

I leave you a hollow trench under the bushes near the front porch, where I found asylum during the hot summer days - its full of leaves now so you might have trouble finding it.

I bequeath to you the sound I made scampering through a carpet of October leaves when we trampled through the woods together.

I leave you remembered moments of mornings sitting together on the river bank awaiting that first nibble.
I remember your laughter at my encounter with the rabbit I couldn't catch.

I leave you my devotion, my sympathy when things went wrong,
my bark when you raised your voice in needless anger and my apprehension as my tail went down when you scolded me.

I never went to church and never heard a sermon.
Yet without having spoken a word in my life I leave you lessons in patience, tolerance, love and understanding.

mikka

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will you help me unpack
« Reply #12 on: November 24, 2007, 11:32:27 AM »
Will You Help Me Unpack?"
Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed,
and all nicely tucked in my warm new bed,
I should unpack my baggage, lest I forget,
There is so much to carry, so much to regret...

Hmm...Yes there it is, right on top, let's first unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss,
And there by my leash hides Fear and hides Shame,
As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave,
I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain.

I loved them, the others, the ones who left me,
but I wasn't good enough for they didn't want me.
Will you add to my baggage? Will you help me unpack?
Or recoil from my things and take me right back?

Do you have the time to help me unpack?
To put away my baggage, and never repack?
I pray that you do, for I'm so tired you see,
But I do come with baggage — do you still want me?

mikka

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when god made
« Reply #13 on: November 24, 2007, 11:34:09 AM »
When God Made....

When God had made the Earth and sky, The flowers and the trees,

He then made all the animals And all the birds and bees.

And when his work was finished, Not one was quite the same.

He said, 'I'll walk this earth of mine, And give each one a name,'

And so he travelled land and sea, And everywhere he went,

A little creature followed Him Until his strength was spent.

And when all were named upon the Earth, And in the sky and sea,

The little creature said,'Dear Lord, There's not one left for me!'

The Father smiled and softly said: 'I've left you till the end.

I've turned my own name back to front, And called you DOG, my friend.

mikka

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Now i lay down to sleep
« Reply #14 on: November 24, 2007, 11:35:22 AM »
NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP (AUTHOR UNKNOWN)


NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP,
THE KING-SIZE BED IS SOFT AND DEEP,
I SLEEP RIGHT IN THE CENTRE GROOVE,
MY HUMAN BEING CAN HARDLY MOVE!
I'VE TRAPPED HER LEGS, SHE'S TUCKED IN TIGHT
AND HERE IS WHERE I PASS THE NIGHT
NO ONE DISTURBS ME OR DARES INTRUDE
TILL MORNING COMES AND "I WANT FOOD!"
I SNEAK UP SLOWLY TO BEGIN
MY NIBBLES ON MY HUMAN'S CHIN.
SHE WAKES UP QUICKLY,
I HAVE SHARP TEETH -
I'M A PUPPY, DON'T YOU SEE.
FOR THE MORNINGS HERE
AND IT'S TIME TO PLAY
I ALWAYS SEEM TO GET MY WAY,
SO THANK YOU LORD FOR GIVING ME
THIS HUMMAN PERSON THAT I SEE,
THE ONE WHO HUGS AND HOLDS ME TIGHT
AND SHARES HER BED WITH ME AT NIGHT.