The Basset Hound has an amazing sense of smell. Second only the Blood Hound in this regard, they were initially bred for hunting Rabbits. Their long ears are often the subject of much comment!
Their noses mean that they respond exceptionally well to all promises of food while training. Here is a poem about their amazing sense of smell.....
The saggy baggy Basset Hound
has ears that nearly touch the ground
with mournful eyes and wrinkled skin
that hangs below his droopy chin
But Basset has a clever snout
His nose will always sniff you out
With this amazing nasal asset
nothing an get past the Basset
Posted by Sandor at 06:44 AM. Filed under: Dog Poems
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As our dogs grow older, we realize that our current comfort with them is but a passing time. Does that mean that it's less real? Not at all. Only we who have had dogs know the value of that time spent with our friends.
As Townsend says in this poem below, we live in a "Fragile Circle".
SEPARATE LIFETIMES
We who choose to surround ourselves
with lives even more temporary than our
own, live within a fragile circle;
easily and often breached.
Unable to accept its awful gaps,
we would still live no other way.
We cherish memory as the only
certain immortality, never fully
understanding the neccesary plan....
--- Irving Townsend ---
"The Once Again Prince"
It is very true that we would choose no other way to live.
Posted by Sandor at 05:06 AM. Filed under: Dog Poems
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Someone once said "Whoever said that money can't buy happiness forgot small puppies". That thought is absolutely true! The $25 my mother spent to get me my first dog was an investment that lasted our family for 14 years and gave us all the love she could.
Never underestimate the joy and happiness a dog can bring you. Through all the stages of her life.
A STUMP FOR A TAIL
You can't buy loyalty, they say
I bought it though, the other day;
You can't buy friendship, tried and true,
Well just the same, I bought that too.
I made my bid, and on the spot
Bought love and faith and a whole job lot
Of happiness, so all in all
The purchase price was pretty small.
I bought a single trusting heart,
That gave devotion from the start.
If you think these things are not
for sale, Buy a brown-eyed puppy with
a stump for a tail.
--- author unknown ---
Posted by Sandor at 04:08 AM. Filed under: Dog Poems
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If we believe in angels and that each person has a guardian angel, what do you think of an angel for our dogs too? One that takes our dogs with them after they leave earth. Remember your dog when she was young, and used to have unbounded energy? When she used to always want to play and bite your socks? They grow old so fast, these friends of ours.
It's like the elves would feel towards men...
And how will she be when she goes off to heaven (Where else can she go?). Will she play again? Only while she looks forward to meeting you again I'm sure.
Poem for Dog Lovers
Hello. I've been expecting you for quite some time.
Here, come sit beside us for awhile .
and let me tell you about this old friend of mine.
She might look tattered or maybe old
But I won't say goodbye until you've been told.
She had the brightest eyes I had ever seen,
And wore a beautiful fur coat that would out shine a queen .
She was never prissy but walked with an aire ......
And oh so polite, you could take her most anywhere.
She could run like the wind and could catch anything she chased
But she protected and sat with me when I had problems to face.
You could not find a friend nearly so dear.
Because no matter the trouble she always stayed near...
She has never asked for much from me;
Just to love and respect her and I think you'll agree .
To give her a good meal plus a nice warm bed is not much to ask ;
When she has given me all her love and to her this was no task.
Now I understand you have a schedule to keep.
But I have a small favor before she nods off to sleep.
Please fold your wings around her and let her feel young while in no pain ;
Dear Guardian Angel of Pets ,
please keep her safe and happy until I see her again.
Ginger Patton
Posted by Sandor at 10:30 AM. Filed under: Dog Poems
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There are certain people who keep dogs in the most lavish houses and surroundings, and yet with hold from them that which is most important - genuine care. For these people, a dog is either a showpiece, a watchdog, or a leftover.
Or worse still, perhaps they think that all dogs are alike, and getting another dog is just like the one that died yesterday. Such people can never understand what it is like to form a bond with a dog so deep, that it runs in your bones. And while you can derive joy from another dog, you will never forget.
The Dog Lovers
So they bought you
And kept you in a
Very good home
Cental heating
TV
A deep freeze
A very good home-
No one to take you
For that lovely long run-
But otherwise
'A very good home'
They fed you Pal and Chun
But not that lovely long run,
Until, mad with energy and boredom
You escaped- and ran and ran and ran
Under a car.
Today they will cry for you-
Tomorrow they will buy another dog.
by Spike Milligan
Posted by Sandor at 07:07 AM. Filed under: Dog Poems
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Who can describe the years that we spent with our dogs? Who can exactly talk about the feeling that permeated that period? We may not have thought of him or her all the time, and they may not have been the center of our lives.
But they were a part of us. A part of our security, and a part of our home. Their smell was around us, and their bark was around the corner. And even though we may have other dogs after they are gone, and will love them as much, we can never bring back those feelings, and those years.
Our friends leave us and go, but they leave such a silent and strong stamp on us that we carry their paw prints on our hearts for the rest of our lives.
MEMORIES
"Not the least hard thing to bear when
they go from us, these quiet friends,
is that they carry away with them so
many years of our lives. Yet, if they
find warmth therein, who would
begrudge them those years that they
have so guarded?
And whatever they take,
be sure they have deserved."
--- John Galsworthy ---
Posted by Sandor at 09:48 AM. Filed under: Dog Poems
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I wonder sometimes, that if all the dogs that have lived and died over the thousands of years that man has kept dogs as companions were counted, wouldn't it be amazing to see just how many faithful souls have lived on the earth?
And with each of those dogs, his or her master would stand by them, and what a gathering they would make! The past can never be erased completely, and all of us - dog lovers - are joined forever to each of these dogs and to each of these people. For we share something together. Something that no person who has never really had a dog can understand....
THE BEST PLACE TO BURY A DOG
"There is one best place to bury a dog.
"If you bury him in this spot, he will
come to you when you call - come to you
over the grim, dim frontier of death,
and down the well-remembered path,
and to your side again.
"And though you call a dozen living
dogs to heel, they shall not growl at
him, nor resent his coming,
for he belongs there.
"People may scoff at you, who see
no lightest blade of grass bent by his
footfall, who hear no whimper, people
who may never really have had a dog.
Smile at them, for you shall know
something that is hidden from them,
and which is well worth the knowing. "The one best place to bury a good
dog is in the heart of his master."
--- Ben Hur Lampman ---
from the Portland Oregonian Sept. 11, 1925
Posted by Sandor at 05:53 AM. Filed under: Dog Poems
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I often wonder at people who collect dogs for show and critically examine each for defects. It's almost as if they say - "If you have a defect, you're not worthy of my attention". In my opinion, unless the passion for "The perfect dog" is coupled with a greater love for dogs in general, then it's proof that the person is just doing it to push themselves up, and not for a love of dogs at all.
See how in this poem, a dog pleads to demonstrate that he or she isn't built of eye candy. It makes us realize that all dogs are special. And you don't need to be a pretty dog to be a great friend.
Yes, I Am A Show Dog
They asked if I’m a show dog, I heard my Mom say "No".
She said that I was better,
And didn’t need to go.
I show my family that I love them,
With hugs and kisses true,
With extra special tenderness,
When one is sick or blue.
I show my family that I care,
Almost every day,
When strangers pass by our house,
I shoo them all away.
I show my family I adore them,
When I greet them at the door,
With happy yips and wagging tail,
Who could ask for any more?
I show my family that I’m loyal,
And love them all the same,
When they make mistakes with me,
Or forget to play my favorite game.
I show my kids that I’ll protect them,
When Monsters come in the night,
I chase them all out the window,
And cuddle to ease the fright.
So I may not be a show dog,
With pretty hair and bows,
But my family, they do love me,
And it’s for them that I do show.
By Marian Whitley
Posted by Sandor at 11:44 AM. Filed under: Dog Poems
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Dogs have always been utilized for man's purposes. And sometime, those purposes are merely for fun and not utilitarian like hunting. How do you think a dog feels? They can't talk and they may not understand, but they can feel pain. And they can feel love -Or the lack of it.
Don't you think a dog deserves to live for himself or herself? Not to make anyone laugh or applaud? And when a dog that is used to that treatment finally gets a chance to be normal, how do they feel? Like this:
A Greyhound's Prayer
The greatest thing I've ever known,
Someone came and took me home.
I'm away from the track; hope I never go back!
Like a nightmare in my memory, my future looked black.
Then I was adopted and my life was spared.
I thank God everyday that someone cared.
This must be heaven, I'm a winner this time,
Got a ball, a bone, and a bed that's all mine.
I'm crazy about my family;
Devoted you might say.
Like a shadow beside them,
You bet I want to stay.
I'm special too, they call me "sweetheart",
They hug me and kiss me and tell me I'm smart.
Even dreams are more peaceful; no stress, no strife,
Now I run for fun and not for my life.
Posted by Sandor at 01:56 PM. Filed under: Dog Poems
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Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolf hound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn some thing from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.
The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker's Death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, 'I know why.'
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation.
He said,
"People are born so that they can learn how to live a good Life -- like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?' The Six-year-old continued, 'Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long."
Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:
- 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.
- Take naps.
- 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 lie under a shady tree.
- When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
- Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
- Be loyal.
- Never pretend to be something you're not.
- If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
- When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.
Posted by Sandor at 04:10 AM. Filed under: Dog Poems
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