I'm going out on a limb here and showcasing a heartbreaking poem. There have been cases where owners have left their dogs out in the cold either because they were moving, or have had a baby, or any other reason.
A dog isn't a toy. He has a heart and even a soul. Read this poem and understand:
A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun.
Too faithful to leave, too frightened to run.
He's been here for days now with nothing to do,
but sit by the road waiting for you.
He can't understand why you left him that day.
He thought you and he were stopping to play.
He's sure you'll come back, and that's why he stays.
How long will he suffer? How many days?
His legs have grown weak, his throat's parched 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.
-Kathy Flood
Posted by Sandor at 05:05 AM. Filed under: Dog Poems
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Let new dog owners beware! Raising a puppy is not for the lighthearted. Even though they're ridiculously cute, they will give you hell by chewing, pooping, getting into trouble, and their little teeth and claws are sharp!
Oh you'll be rewarded all right. Have no fear about that! But your puppy will require your care and attention, and it's a responsibility not taken lightly as outlined in this poem:
A Poem for New Puppy Owners
Don't smell crotches, don't eat plants.
Don't steal food or underpants.
Don't eat my socks, don't grab my hair...
DON'T RIP THE STUFFING FROM THAT CHAIR!
Don't eat those peas, don't touch that bush,
Don't chew my shoes, what IS this mush?!?
Eat your cookies, drink your drink,
Outta the toilet! Outta the sink!
AWAY FROM THE LITTER BOX, IT'S FOR THE CAT!
(and must you kiss me after that?!?)
Raising a puppy is not for the lazy,
Those rugrats are funny but also quite crazy.
Don't despair through the toil and the strife,
'Cause after three years you'll get back your life!
So let's go for walkies, so you can do your "thing",
And maybe I'll get back my good diamond ring!
Author unknown.
Posted by Sandor at 02:53 AM. Filed under: Dog Poems
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You know that story about the camel which insidiously made it's way into the Arab's tent? Well, let me tell you that dog's put them to shame!
It has twice happened with us in our family, that a stray who started off living outside, or just inside the territory of our home has wormed it's way right into our house, and become part of our lifestyle!
But that's OK. After all, they've somehow (God, I really don't know how) wormed their way into our hearts too.... :)
THE STRAY
Monday he said that a crumb would do
Tuesday he asked me to make it two
Wednesday he said he'd prefer to have fish
And not on a paper - he'd rather a dish!
On Thursday he said it was cold out there
So what about letting him sleep on a chair
By Friday he'd made it perfectly clear
That lucky old he was going to live HERE
On Saturday night he took half my bed
And woke me up early to get himself fed
Today we'll have chicken because it is Sunday
I wonder what he'd enjoy eating on Monday
Author Unknown
Posted by Sandor at 04:45 AM. Filed under: Dog Poems
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Haven't you wondered how much dogs put up with from us Humans? Our moods, our ill treatments and heartlessness?
Sometimes we need to remember to patiently tolerate the small inconveniences that our dogs put us to and remember that it's a two way relationship.
A Dog's Best Friend
O Lord, don't let me once forget
How I love my trusty pet-
Help me learn to disregard
canine craters in my yard
Show me how to be a buddy
even when my sofa's muddy,
Don't allow my pooch to munch
postal carriers for lunch,
Shield my neighbor's cat from view,
guide my steps around the doo,
Train me not to curse and scowl,
when it's puppy's night to howl,
Grant I shan't awake in fear
with a cold nose in my ear,
Give me patience without end-
Help me be; A DOG'S BEST FRIEND.
Author Unknown
Posted by Sandor at 06:46 AM. Filed under: Dog Poems
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This is another poem dealing with the loss of a beloved dog. Most poignant is the author's emotion that death holds no fear for her, since she knows who will be waiting there to greet her!
Treasured Friend
I lost a treasured friend today
The little dog who used to lay
Her gentle head upon my knee
And share her silent thoughts with me...
She'll come no longer to my call
Retrieve no more her favorite ball
A voice far greater than my own
Has called her to His golden throne.
Although me eyes are filled with tears,
I thank Him for the happy years
He let her spend down here with me
And for her love and loyalty.
When it is time for me to go
And join her there, this much I know...
I shall not fear the transient dark
For she will greet me with her bark.
Author Unknown
Posted by Sandor at 07:17 AM. Filed under: Dog Poems
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I love my dogs, and after I die, if (I hope!) I go to heaven, I just have to see my dog there too! Won't it be sad to imagine that we live on after we die, and our faithful friends and loyal buddies can't follow us as well?
PALS
You see us every morning,
A common pair are we,
Each on a leash's ending
My little dog and me.
We amble village byways
In bright or dismal weather;
You may not think there's much in that,
But we have fun together.
No many-stranded cable
Could bear the jokes that pass
Between my little comrade
And me -- my! how we sass!
But how we give assurance
That we don't really mean it!
(A dog-and-man companionship
Is balm to him who's seen it.)
He greets his dog friends gayly,
While I to neighbors speak;
He sometimes finds a treasure --
A bone that's lost its meat!
He talks with dogs or children,
While I swap views with master . . .
I had this thought the other day,
While visiting with Pastor.
"When dog and I have rambled on
Beyond this mundane scope,
And seen the Golden Gateway,
(From the inside, we hope!)
We won't pause on the highway
Made smooth for feet more sainted,
But wander down some quiet land,
And start to get acquainted.
We hope there'll be a hydrant,
A friendly tree or two,
Some drying leaves to shuffle,
A field to wander through.
We'll glory in our freedom,
And need no leash of leather;
It really will be Heaven, Lord,
As long as we're together."
John E.Donovan
All the Best Dog Poems
Posted by Sandor at 05:53 AM. Filed under: Dog Poems
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Isn't it the saddest thing when you see a lost puppy on the road? Those eyes were meant to be happy, not afraid. Let's learn from the author...
LOST DOG
I saw a little dog today,
And oh, that dog was lost;
He risked his anguished puppy life
With every street he crossed.
He shrank away from outstretched hands,
He winced at every hail --
Against the city's bigness he
Looked very small and frail.
Distrust lay in his tortured eyes,
His body shook with fright;
(I wondered when he'd eaten last --
And where he'd slept at night!)
I whistled, and I followed him,
And hoped that he might guess
That all my soul reached out to him,
And offered friendliness!
So many times I have been lost,
And lonely and afraid!
I followed through the crowded streets,
I followed -- and I prayed.
And then the God of little things,
Who knows when sparrows fall,
Put trust into the puppy's heart
And made him heed my call. . . .
Margaret E. Sangster
All the Best Dog Poems
Posted by Sandor at 07:16 AM. Filed under: Dog Poems
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WELCOME HOME
I saw him coming up the street,
So spent and weary that his feet
Seemed like two heavy weights of lead;
Ah, he had known so hard a day,
Small wonder that he looked that way,
And slouched along with drooping head!
Then, suddenly, with frantic shout,
A little yellow dog rushed out
A yard, to greet the tired man;
He licked his hands, he kissed his face,
Then dashed ahead in eager race,
Then back again he gaily ran!
The tired worker laughed aloud,
Straightened his shoulders; through the crowd
Pressed on; his feet seemed to take wings
So fast he walked as he went up
The street toward home the yellow pup
All joyous leaps and caperings.
O little dog so fond and true,
Much good in life you surely do
When you can make a man so spent
Forget fatigue -- make him so glad
He acts like any madcap lad,
And laughs aloud with merriment!
Louella C.Poole
All the Best Dog Poems
Posted by Sandor at 09:12 AM. Filed under: Dog Poems
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Ever wonder how little puppies take care of themselves when it's cold?
LONESOME
Little Puppy, sitting there
In the field mid daisies fair
wary eyed you look at me.
Are you lost? Or could it be
someone put you in this place
all alone this to face.
Soon the sun will fade from sight
and the day will turn to night.
You have no drink or food to eat.
Come---I will take you home with me.
Little things need loving care.
Perhaps that is why
God put me here.
Donna Lou McPherren
Posted by Sandor at 03:59 AM. Filed under: Dog Poems
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It amazes me how some people feel that when they come to our house, they object to our dogs sitting on the couch, or the bed.
It doesn't occur to them that the house belongs more the dogs who have stayed here all their lives, than to them, who are just guests!
This poem is for them...
DOGS LIVE HERE
If you don't want to be greeted with paws and swinging tails don't come inside because dogs live here.
If you don't like the feel of a cold nose or a wet tongue, don't come inside because dogs live here.
If you don't want to step over many scattered toys, don't come inside because dogs live here.
If you think that a home ought to smell of perfume, don't come inside because dogs live here.
If you don't mind all of this, you will be instantly loved when you come inside, because dogs live here.
Author Unknown
Posted by Sandor at 06:12 AM. Filed under: Dog Poems
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