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Title: Dog poems
Post by: justlou 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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Title: Re: Dog poems
Post by: justlou 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!
Title: Re: Dog poems
Post by: Layla bud 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 --

Title: Re: Dog poems
Post by: alfiesmummy 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!"
Title: Re: Dog poems
Post by: Layla bud 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
Title: Re: Dog poems
Post by: Layla bud 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.

Author Unknown

Title: Re: Dog poems
Post by: Layla bud 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.
Title: Re: Dog poems
Post by: Layla bud 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

Title: Re: Dog poems
Post by: Layla bud 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

Title: Christmas without my dog
Post by: mikka 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
Title: dog on loan
Post by: mikka 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.
Title: The last will and testament
Post by: mikka 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.
Title: will you help me unpack
Post by: mikka 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 ó do you still want me?
Title: when god made
Post by: mikka 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.
Title: Now i lay down to sleep
Post by: mikka 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.
Title: Faithful Friend
Post by: mikka on November 24, 2007, 11:36:56 AM
 FAITHFUL FRIEND

Who is the one who loves me best
Who, when I'm low, won't let me rest?
Who lays his paw upon my knee
And never fails to greet me.

Who lets me hug him when I'm down,
Yet never is the one to frown?
Who brings to me his favourite toy
And fills my life with simple joy.

Who's by my side on rainy days,
And watches skies with soulful gaze?
Whose face does wear that silent plea
"Oh please come out and play with me!"

Who understands that there's a time
When I must say, "THis minutes Mine".
Who knows I can't be always there
Yet makes me feel I'm being unfair

Who is this dog who loves me dearly,
And yet with spirit knows so clearly
That by his side I'll always be;
Have I trained him?
... No, he's trained me!


A Dumped Dog's Prayer



Don't close the door! Don't push me away.
 Why are you leaving? Don't make me stay.
 Slow down the car, I can't keep up.
 This pavement is hot and my pads are cut.
 I've got to quit running or my heart will pop.
 Every muscle is aching. Why don't you stop?
 I'm so hungry and thirsty. Darkness is near.
 But I shouldn't leave, he will come for me here.
 Several weeks have passed, I am dead on my feet.
 They call me a nuisance because I eat off the streets.
 Every car that passes, I chase it to see
 If it's my master coming for me.
 Though I approach those that come near
 With trust in my eyes and no sign of fear.
 With hate in their voices and a cold, heartless stare,
 They threaten to kill me - they don't even care.
 Batter my body with rocks that they throw,
 I will not leave, he will come, don't you know?
 Overtaken with weakness, my body is numb.
 I'm sick and so lonely. Oh please, let him come!
 I will go back where he first threw me out.
 I'll wait for him there, he will come, no doubt.
 My thoughts are fading. My chest feels like lead.
 I'm sleepy, so sleepy - I can't lift my head.
 It's so quiet, so peaceful -- all remains still.
 There is my master at my home on the hill.
 Yes, I can see him, he's calling my name.
 His voice is so gentle, his hands are the same.
 He decided he wants me. Things will be fine.
 I really do love him, that master of mine.
 My tail wags with pleasure. I can't catch my breath.
 He came in my dreams, but so did my DEATH!!

Title: a waiting dog
Post by: mikka on November 24, 2007, 11:37:39 AM
A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun,
Too faithful to leave, to frightened to run
He's been here for days now with nothing to do
But sit by the road just waiting for you
He can't understand why you left him that day
He thought that you were stopping to play
He's sure you'll come back and that's why he stays
How long will he suffer? How many more days?
His legs have grown weak, his throat's parched and dry
He's sick now from hunger and falls with a sigh
He lays down his head and closes his eyes
I wish you could see how a waiting dog dies.
Title: nobody's dog
Post by: mikka on December 01, 2007, 03:04:11 PM
NOBODY'S DOG

 

Today is the death day of nobodyís dog

Nothing will mark it but a note in the log

Iím faceless and nameless and no tears will fall

For I know in your world I have no worth at all

 

To you, my sweet someone, Iím a friend and a dear

We ran the wind daily and you held me so near

But the gate was left open Ė I chanced a walk on my own

Iíd have cowered in fear if only Iíd known

 

I know how you cried on the night that I strayed

I know how you searched, I know how you prayed

But I went to a pound far far from our home

Where I crouched in despair in my kennel alone

 

I know that you phoned for I heard your dear voice

And I hoped you would hear me so I barked myself hoarse

Although Iím a Lab cross with stockings all white

On their form Iím a Staff cross Ė the descriptionís not right

 

So they said Iím not here and I sank to my bed

My kennel coughís worse and I canít raise my head

The rescue came yesterday but they hadnít a place

For an un-neutered cross breed with his mucus-streaked face

 

If only youíd come to search for me here

You would have known me at once, you would have sensed I was near

You would have sorted my ills, you would have carried me home

And I promise our God no more would I roam

 

Now my eyes plead for mercy for my seven days are done

And I am waiting with dread for the final vet run

No arms will caress me as they inject me to death

No words will comfort me as I take my last breath

 

When the body man comes, it is fitting Iím found

In a bin bag in the freezer in the depths of the pound

Thrown away like the rubbish - no respect and no shame

Denied even the time to find you again

 

My loyalty and devotion they did cruelly betray

Without microchip or nametag, I am just a dispensable stray

Once waggy-tailed, once proud, beloved and free

Oh Dad look with pain at what mankindís done to me!

 
Title: Re: Dog poems
Post by: mikka on December 03, 2007, 08:44:56 PM
 Taking care of Rescue dogs
Is something I do best.
I know because I've done it,
And I've surely passed the test.

The dogs I've bathed, the food I've fed,
The vacuuming I've done,
And all to watch a frightened soul
Sit dreaming in the sun.

My own dogs I've neglected,
But I tell them every day,
That I love and cherish each of them
Though a new dog's come to stay.

I know they understand this,
For in their eyes I see
The love that I have given them
Come shining back at me.

Some people think I'm crazy,
Some others think I'm great.
But very few can understand
What really is at stake.

If I can love and help a dog
To find a better way,
My own life is much richer,
I look forward to each day.

So now you know my secret,
It's there for all to see.
The love I give, the life I save,
I do it all for ME.
Title: Re: Dog poems
Post by: mikka on December 03, 2007, 08:47:03 PM
The Old Dog

I might have grey hairs but my soul is still young,
My legs may be creaky but mine's the wisdom of age
Why battle the wind when I can walk in your footsteps;
Are you my family, are you where I belong?

There's life in this old dog, even when I grow tired
You can talk to me quietly, I can wag when your near.
It may be that my hearing or sight is not sharp
But I can still eat my dinner and roll in the grass.

I don't require much and you know I'd be glad
To walk slowly with you, or just sit by the fire,
And should the wind stir my spirits on a walk in the park
You know not to worry as I won't be gone far.

I might be an old dog, but there's life in me yet
Do look at me softly, for though time is not kind
I still have the chance to make the most of my days;
And when my time has run out as we both know it will
Please don't think that I'm gone, but remember me still
I'll be the sun in your window, the stars in your sky
The warm body beside you as your time goes by.

Please don't pass by my kennel because I am old
Is there room in your heart for a friend who was once
As fleet as an arrow, as bold as a bear
But now I look at you sadly, could it be that you care?

Give me a meal in my stomach, a fire at my back
Show me patience and love and you will never regret
Having an oldie to cherish and cuddle; you see
If every dog has his day, perhaps today is for me
Title: Re: Dog poems
Post by: mikka on December 06, 2007, 08:26:48 PM
 Little Dog Lost

The little dog wandered the streets
as he tried his very best,
to find a scrap of food
and maybe a place to rest.
Darkness was beginning to fall
it started to turn cold,
he had a home but now it's gone
a story so often told.
His family no longer wanted him
they tossed him out one day,
to live or die was no concern
as they went upon their way.
Now he must scrounge for food
and hopes that he will find,
someone to take care of him
and he hopes that they won't mind.
A little dog so full of love
who just can't understand,
if someone will just take him in
he'll do the best he can.
To be the best companion
and friend that he can be,
to love them and protect them
is the future he'd like to see.
He will find that special person
to give him a loving home,
and then from that moment on
he'll no longer have to roam.
Title: Re: Dog poems
Post by: mikka on December 11, 2007, 11:51:09 AM
   

 

 

The date is December the 25th,
A gorgeous sunny-day.
It makes me want to romp around,
But I'm too tired to play.
I have not eaten for a while,
I think it has been a week.
My only source of water,
Has been a sewage leak.
I lie herein a cardboard box,
And I feel quite alone.
I'm trying to stand up on my feet,
But all I can do is moan.
Won't someone come and rescue me,
Before my time is up?
Who wouldn't want to help a dog,
A precious little pup?
I want to yell and cry for help,
I want to get away.
My place is in a loving home,
With children with which I'd play.
I should be chasing tennis balls,
And licking children's faces.
Running circles in the yard,
Even sometimes winning races.
This is not where I should be,
By the road under a bridge.
Where there is no one I can find,
No mother nor father nor kid.
So is this box my final fate,
My only destiny?
What terrible thing did I ever do,
To make things end this way?
I know now my time has come,
on this beautiful winter day.
I will fall into eternal sleep,
and my sufferings will float away.
During my last day on this earth,
To my future owner I say,
"Catch up to you in heaven,
And have a Merry Christmas Day."
Title: Re: Dog poems
Post by: mikka on December 11, 2007, 11:52:31 AM
                little angel dog
   

 

High up in the courts of Heaven today
A little dog angel waits;
With the other angels he will not play
But sits alone at the gates.
"I know that my master will come, says he
And when he comes he will call for me."

He sees the spirits that pass him by
As they hasten toward the throne;
And he watches them with a wistful eye
As he sits at the gates alone.
"I know if I just wait patiently
Some day my master will come," says he.

And his master, far on the earth below,
As he sits in his easy chair,
Forgets sometimes and he whistles low
For the dog that isn't there.
And the little dog angel cocks his ears
And dreams that his master's call he hears.

I know when at last his master waits
Outside in the dark and cold,
For the hand of Death to open the gates
That lead to those courts of gold,
The little dog angel's eager bark
Will comfort his soul in the shivering dark.

--Author Unknown
Title: Re: Dog poems
Post by: mikka on December 11, 2007, 11:55:44 AM
   

 

 

Guardian Angels

Throughout the past many stories have been told,
Some very new - some very old.
Stories of guardian angels may have been said to you,
Of Angels in many different forms, but all of these are true.
You see - guardian angels take the form of something close to you.

One may be wondering how they find that special one,
The one they care and love for, to play with and have fun,
What isn't told, is the simple fact that the angel chooses you,
The bond that you would share isn't made up, it is true.
They may finally choose to take your side - when you least expect it,
They will cheer you up when your depressed, their love - you can't avoid it.

When your together you feel free,
When alone you're lonely and sad.
The fact that their life is just so short,
Just tends to make you mad.
Love them while you can,
And be happy for them when their free,
Because a pet's life is a precious thing,
A rare commodity.