| Dog Haiku I love my master;
Thus I perfume myself with
This long-rotten squirrel.
I lie belly-up
In the sunshine, happier than
You ever will be
Today I sniffed
Many dog butts-I celebrate
By kissing your face.
I sound the alarm!
Paperboy-come to kill us all-
Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!
I sound the alarm!
Mailman Fiend-come to kill us all-
Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!
I
sound the alarm!
Meter reader-come to kill all-
Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!
I sound the alarm!
Garbage man-come to kill us all-
Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!
I sound the alarm!
Neighbor's cat-come to kill us all!
Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!
I lift my leg and
Wiz on each bush. Hello, Spot -
Sniff this and weep
How do I love thee?
The ways are numberless as
My hairs on the rug.
My human is home!
I am so ecstatic I
have
Made a puddle
I hate my choke chain -
Look, world, they strangle me! Ack
Ack Ack Ack Ack Ack!
Sleeping here, my chin
On your foot - no greater bliss - well,
Maybe catching cats
Look in my eyes and
Deny it. No human could
Love you as much I do
The cat is not all
Bad-she fills the litter box
With Tootsie Rolls
Dig under fence-why?
Because it's there. Because it's
There. Because it's there.
I am your best
friend,
Now, always, and especially
When you are eating. MY HEART HAS A TAIL I made a discovery, just today;
something so amazing in every way. It was when you bounded towards my face, kissing and wriggling all over the place.
And I held you very, very close to me, experiencing euphoria, endlessly. It seemed that all at once, our hearts became one
and together we were having so much fun. I could no longer keep my perspective; the two of us became almost reflexive.
Yet when I see you running around, you don't need words to make a sound. I know that you love me very much
with a loyalty no human can touch. That's why I believe you've become my heart and no one earthly force can keep us apart.
We understand each other so very well; Surely my heart has a tail, or can't you tell? author unknown
A Rescue's Christmas Poem Tis the night before Christmas and all through the town, every shelter is full - we are lost but not found,
Our numbers are hung on our kennels so bare, we hope every minute that someone will care,
They'll come to adopt us and give us the call, "Come here, Max and Sparkie - come fetch your new ball!!
But now we sit here
and think of the days.. we were treated so fondly - we had cute, baby ways,
Once we were little, then we grew and we grew - now we're no longer young and we're no longer new.
So out the back door we were thrown like the trash, they reacted so quickly - why were they so rash?
We "jump on the children:, "don't come when they call", we "bark when they leave us", climb over the wall.
We should have been neutered, we should have been spayed, now we
suffer the consequence of the errors THEY made.
If only they'd trained us, if only we knew... we'd have done what they asked us and worshiped them, too.
We were left in the backyard, or worse -let to roam- now we're tired and lonely and out of a home.
They dropped us off here and they kissed us good-bye... "Maybe someone else will give you a try."
So now here we are, all confused and alone... in a shelter with others who long for a home.
The kind workers
come through with a meal and a pat, with so many to care for, they can't stay to chat,
They move to the next kennel, giving each of us cheer... we know that they wonder how long we'll be here.
We lay down to sleep and sweet dreams fill our heads.. of a home filled with love and our own cozy beds.
Then we wake to see sad eyes, brimming with tears - our friends filled with emptiness, worry, and fear.
If you can't adopt us and there's no room at the Inn - could you
help with the bills and fill our food bin?
We count on your kindness each day of the year - can you give more than hope to everyone here?
Please make a donation to pay for the heat... and help get us something special to eat.
The shelter that cares for us wants us to live, and more of us will, if more people will give.
--Author Unknown |
Twas the Night Before Christmas Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
the stockings were hung by the chimenty with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
With nary a thought of the dog in their heads.
And mamma in her kerchief and I in my cap,
Knew
he was cold, but who cared about that? When out on the lawn there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
The dog must be loose; he's into the trash! The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When what to my
wondering eyes should appear,
But Santa Claus with eyes full of tears. He unchained the dog, once so lively and quick,
Last year's Christmas gift, now thin and sick.
More rapid than eagles, he called the dogs name,
And the dog went right to him, despite all his pain.
Now DASHER, Now DANCER, Now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On COMET on CUPID on DONNER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! To the top of
the wall!!
Let's find him a home where he'll be loved by all!! I knew in an instant there were not gifts this year.
For Santa had made our mistake very clear.
The gift of a dog is not just for the season,
We had gotten a pup for all the wrong reasons. In our haste to think of a gift for the kids,
There was something we
important that we had missed.
A dog should be family, and cared for the same.
You don't give a gift, then put it on a chain. And I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight,
"YOU WERE GIVEN A GIFT!! YOU WERE GIVEN A LIFE." Stacey V Clark SClark@PetPublishing.com |
I Am Famous Now I was born today. One of 10. My daddy was very famous. I have lots of
half brothers and sisters. My mother is very famous. Since she got famous, she has only had puppies. No more loving hands, no more fun trips... just puppies. She is always sad when they leave her. I left home today. I didn't want to go, so I hid behind my mama and my three litter mates that were left. I
didn't like you. But one day they said I would be famous. I wonder; is famous the same as fun and good times? So you picked me up and carried me away, even though you were concerned about me hiding from you. I don't think you liked me. My new home is far away. I am scared and afraid. My heart says BE BRAVE. My
ancestors were. Did they go to good homes like mine? I'm hungry because I can't eat too much because it will be bad for my bones. I can't bite or snap when the children are mean to me. I just run and play and pretend I am in a big green field with butterflies and robins and frogs. I can't understand why they kick me. I am quiet, but the man hits and
says loud things. The lady doesn't feed me good things like I had with my mother. She just throws dry food on the ground, then goes away before I can get too close for touching and petting. Sometimes my food smells bad but I eat it anyway. Today I had 10 puppies. They are so wonderful and warm. Am I famous
now? I wish I could play with them, but they are so tiny. I am so young and playful that it is hard to lay here in this hole under the house nursing my puppies.. They are crying now. I am so hungry. I scratch and worry my fur. I wish someone would throw me some food. I am also very thirsty. I now have eight. Two got cold
during the night and I couldn't make them warm again. They are gone. We are all very weak. Maybe if I take them out on the porch, we can get some food. Today they took us away. It was too much trouble to feed us and someone came to take us away. Someone grabbed my puppies, they were crying and whimpering. We were put in a truck with boxes in it. Are my babies
famous now? I hope so, because I miss them. They are gone. The place smelled of urine, fear and sickness. Why was I here? I was beautiful, like my ancestors. Now I am hungry, dirty, in pain and unwanted. Maybe the worst is unwanted. No one came though I tried to be good. Today someone came. They put a
rope on my neck and led me to a room that was very clean and had a shiny table. They put me on the table. Someone held me and hugged me. It felt so good!!! Then I felt tired and laid over the last one who cared. I AM FAMOUS NOW. Today someone cared. Anonymous -- Author Unknown Cry of a Lonely Dog I wish someone would tell me
What it is that I've done wrong
Why do I have to stay chained up
And be left alone so long?
They seemed glad to have me
When I came here as a pup
There were many things we'd do
When I was growing up.
The master said he'd train me
As a companion and a friend
The mistress said she'd never fear
To be alone again.
The children said they'd feed me
And brush me every day
They'd play with me and walk me
If only I could stay.
All I had you see is love
I wish they would explain
Why they said they wanted mine
and left it on a chain?
The children never walk me.
They always say: "Not now".
I wish that I could please them.
Won't someone tell me how?
But now the master 'hasn't time'
The mistress says I shed
She doesn't want me in the house
not even to be fed.
Alone Again I wish someone would tell me what it is that I've done wrong.
Why I have to stay chained up and left alone so long. They seemed so glad to have me when I came here as a pup. There were so many things we'd do while I was growing up. They couldn't wait to train me as a companion and friend. And told me how they'd never fear being left alone again.
The children said they'd feed me and brush me everyday. They'd play with me and walk me if only I could stay. But now the family "hasn't time", they often say I shed. They do not want me in the house, not even to be fed. The children never walk me. They always say "NOT NOW!"
I wish that I could please them. Won't someone tell me how? All I had, you see, was love. I wish they would explain: Why they said they wanted me, then left me on a chain? |
DEDICATED TO PEOPLE IN RESCUE I wasn't a pup when I came to your home, Don't remember the people except the pain. They left me to die in the cold and the rain. You were driving down the hwy, it was late at night
When you saw the faintest glimmer of light. You took a chance and turned around Got out of the van and knelt to the ground. My quivering body felt the gentlest of hands. I knew I need not make any demands. In your heart, and your home, there was always room For those who would face certain doom. You healed my body and you healed my heart. You gave me what I needed, a fresh start. When I cried at night, you were always there With soft words, a kiss, a hug to share. When I misbehaved and would cower with guilt You only showed love.....up to the hilt. You loved and cared for me in sickness and health Our love for each other was more precious than wealth. Even when you were tired and had a bad day
You'd always come home to me and say, Then you'd give me kiss, a hug and a pat. We'd have a nice dinner then go out to play There was so much love I wanted to stay. But my eyes, they faded and my heart grew weak As my time grew closer you could not speak. You held me tight, tears flowed from your eyes We both had to say our sad good byes. The release from pain we knew must end No more time on this Earth would we spend Running in the fields, playing ball Sitting quietly together at the end of it all. But our time together is not through Because I'll be there waiting for you At the edge of the Rainbow Bridge I'll stand Until I once again see those gentle hands. I'll ran to you with tail held high We will never again have to say goodbye. My love at death, it does not end Because you are, indeed, dogs best friend. |
The Last Will & Testament of an Extremely Loved Dog I, Silverdene Emblem O'Neill (familiarly known to my family, friends & acquaintances as Blemie), because the burden of my years and infirmities is heavy upon me, and I realize the end of my life is near, do hereby bury my last will and testament in the mind of my Master. He will not know it is there until after I am dead. Then, remembering me in his loneliness, he will suddenly
know of this testament, and I ask him to inscribe it as a memorial to me. I have little in the way of material things to leave. Dogs are wiser than men. They do not set great store upon things. They do not waste their days hoarding property. They do not ruin their sleep worrying about how to keep the objects they have, and to obtain objects they have not. There is nothing of value I have to bequeath except my love and my loyalty. These I leave to
all those who have loved me, especially to my Master and Mistress, who I know will mourn me the most. I ask my Master and my Mistress to remember me always, but not to grieve for me too long. In my life, I have tried to be a comfort to them in time of sorrow, and a reason for added joy in their happiness. It is painful for me to think that even in death I should cause them pain. Let them remember that while no dog has ever had a happier life (and
this I owe to their love and care for me), now that I have grown blind and deaf and lame, and even my sense of smell fails me so that a rabbit could be right under my nose and I might not know, my pride has sunk to a sick, bewildered humiliation. I feel life is taunting me with having overlingered my welcome. It is time I said good-bye, before I become too sick a burden on myself and on those who love me. It will be a sorrow to leave them, but
not a sorrow to die. Dogs do not fear death as men do. We accept it as part of life, not as something alien and terrible which destroys life. What may come after death, who knows? I would like to believe that there is a Paradise. Where one is always young and full-bladdered. Where all the day one dillies and dallies. Where each blissful hour is mealtime. Where in the long evenings there are a million fireplaces with logs forever burning, and one
curls oneself up and blinks into the flames and nods and dreams, remembering the old brave days on earth and the love of one's Master and Mistress. I am afraid that this is too much for even such a dog as I am to expect. But peace, at least, is certain. Peace and a long rest for my weary old heart and head and limbs, and eternal sleep in the earth I have loved so well. Perhaps, after all, this is best. One last request, I earnestly make. I
have heard my Mistress say, "When Blemie dies we must never have another dog. I love him so much I could never love another one". Now I would ask her, for love of me, to have another. It would be a poor tribute to my memory never to have a dog again. What I would like to feel is that, having once had me in the family, she cannot live without a dog! I have never had a narrow, jealous spirit. I have always held that most dogs are good. My
successor can hardly be as well loved or as well mannered or as distinguished and handsome as I was in my prime. My Master and Mistress must not ask the impossible. But he will do his best, I am sure, and even his inevitable defects will help by comparison to keep my memory green. To him I bequeath my collar and leash and my overcoat and raincoat He can never wear them with the distinction I did, all eyes fixed on me in admiration; but again I am
sure he will do his utmost not to appear a mere gauche provincial dog. I hereby wish him the happiness I know will be his in my old home. One last word of farewell, dear Master and Mistress. Whenever you visit my grave, say to yourselves with regret but also with happiness in your hearts at the remembrance of my long, happy life with you: "Here lies one who loved us and whom we loved". No matter how deep my sleep I shall hear you and
not all the power of death can keep my spirit from wagging a grateful tail. I will always love you as only a dog can." The original version of this tribute was written by Eugene O'Neill for his wife Carlotta, a few days before their Dalmatian passed away from old age in December, 1940. |
IF A DOG WERE YOUR TEACHER You would learn stuff like this: When loved ones come home, always run to greet them. Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride. Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy. When it's in your best interest - practice obedience. Let others know when they've invaded your territory.
Take naps and stretch before rising. Run, romp, and play daily. Thrive on attention and let people touch you. Avoid biting, when a simple growl will do. On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lay under a shady tree. Rescued Dog Once I was a lonely dog,
Just looking for a home.
I had no place to go,
No one to call my own.
I wandered up and down the streets,
in rain in heat and
snow.
I ate what ever I could find,
I was always on the go.
My skin would itch, my feet were sore,
My body ached with pain.
And no one stopped to give a pat
Or a gently say my name.
I never saw a loving glance,
I was always on the run.
For people thought that hurting me
was really lots of fun.
And then one day I heard a voice
So gentle, kind and sweet,
And arms so soft reached down to me
And took me off my feet.
"No one again
will hurt you
Was whispered in my ear."
"You'll have a home to call your own
where you will know no fear"
"You will be dry, you will be warm,
you'll have enough to eat"
"And rest assured that when you sleep,
your dreams will all be sweet".
I was afraid I must admit,
I've lived so long in fear.
I can't remember when I let
A human came so near.
And as she tended to my wounds
And bathed and
brushed my fur
She told me bout the rescue group
And what it meant to her.
She said, "We are a circle,
A line that never ends".
"And in the center there is you
protected by new friends". "And all around you are
the ones that check the pounds,
And those that share their home
after you've been found".
"And all the other folk
are searching
near and far.
"To find the perfect home for you,
where you can be a star".
She said, "There is a family,
that's waiting patiently,
and pretty soon we'll find them,
just you wait and see".
"And then they'll join our circle
they'll help to make it grow,
so there'll be room for more like you,
who have no place to go".
I waited very patiently,
The days they came and went.
Today's the day I
thought,
my family will be sent.
Then just when I began to think
It wasn't meant to be,
there were people standing there
just gazing down at me.
I knew them in a heart beat,
I could tell they felt it too.
They said, "We have been waiting
for a special dog like you".
Now every night I say a prayer
to all the gods that be.
"Thank you for the life I live
and all you've given me.
But most of all protect the dogs
in
the pound and on the street.
And send a Rescue Person
to lift them off their feet". Arlene Pace September 18, 1998 |
A DOG'S BILL OF RIGHTS 1. I have the right to give and receive unconditional love.
2. I have the right to a life that is beyond mere survival.
3. I have the right to be trained so that I do not become the prisoner of
my misbehavior.
4. I have the right to adequate food and medical care.
5. I have the right to fresh air and green grass.
6. I have the right to socialize with people and dogs outside my own family.
7. I have the right to special time with my people.
8. I have the right to be bred responsibly, if at all.
9. I have the right to be foolish and silly, and to make my person laugh.
10. I have the right to earn my person's trust and to be trusted in return.
11. I have the right to be forgiven.
12. I have the right to die with dignity.
13. I have the right to be remembered well.
14. I have the right to be happy.
Winter Wonderland Dog tags ring, are you listenin'?
In the lane snow is glistenin'.
It's yellow, not white - I've been there tonight,
Marking up my winter wonderland.
Smell that tree? That's my fragrance.
It's a sign for wand'ring vagrants:
"Avoid where I pee, it's my property!
Marked up as my winter wonderland."
In the meadow Dad will build a snowman,
following the classical design.
Then I'll lift my leg and let it go, man,
so all the world will know it's mine-mine-mine!
Straight from me to the fencepost,
flows my natural incense boast:
"Stay off of my turf, this small piece of earth.
I mark it as my winter wonderland." Author Unknown Jesus is Watching This burglar is breaking into a house at night. Sneaking around he suddenly hears: "Jesus is watching you!" The burglar is shocked, ducks down, remains silent for a while, but nothing happens. After a minute or so, he hears nothing, so he gets up again. Again he hears, but a little louder and more like a warning: "Jesus is still watching you!" "Good heavens!" he thinks, "What's going on here?"
Silently he strafes backward and again -and really loud this time-: "Jesus is *really* watching you!" Okay, this guy is almost getting a heart attack and switches on his Maglite. After a little looking around he detects this parrot. Burglar: "A parrot?"
Parrot: "Yes, that's me!"
Burglar: "You can talk pretty
well!"
Parrot: "Yes, I'm already 50 years of age."
Burglar: "Phew I really thought something weird was going on here! What's your name?"
Parrot: "Henry."
Burglar: "Henry? That's a weird name for a parrot."
Parrot: "Not as weird as 'Jesus' for a rottweiler!" --Unknown Author |
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