Thursday, July 17, 2008
~HOWL~
A howl can mean many things, from happiness to sad.
He howls when alone and hurt or overall just mad.
You scold him when he acts this way, tells him that he's bad.
But when you look deep in his eyes, you see that he's just glad.
When your around, he can't hold back, filled with so much joy.
You finally realize, he's more than just a toy.
Cradled in your swaying arms, a tear falls to his nose.
You realize, right then and there, your the one he chose.
So think next time you scold your dog for all his calls and cries.
You'll long to hear him once again, in time for last good bye's.
Alice Bennett
A howl can mean many things, from happiness to sad.
He howls when alone and hurt or overall just mad.
You scold him when he acts this way, tells him that he's bad.
But when you look deep in his eyes, you see that he's just glad.
When your around, he can't hold back, filled with so much joy.
You finally realize, he's more than just a toy.
Cradled in your swaying arms, a tear falls to his nose.
You realize, right then and there, your the one he chose.
So think next time you scold your dog for all his calls and cries.
You'll long to hear him once again, in time for last good bye's.
Alice Bennett
Thursday, July 10, 2008
For children, the novelty of a puppy often wears off, and the dog is then exposed to the most harsh of all fates - Emotional negligence. Here is a heartfelt plea from one of our canine friends:
ALONE AGAIN
I wish someone could 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 companion and as friend.
They told me they would never fear
Being left alone again.
The children said they'd feed me,
Said they'd brush me every day,
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 wont allow 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 have is love, you see,
I wish they would explain,
Why they said they wanted me
Then left me on a chain.
Source: The Detroit News 2/25/1999
Author Unknown
Monday, April 14, 2008
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" Punish the Deed, Not the Breed "
The driver should be punished for human error and for breaking the law,
So why cannot people see , the same applies to dogs and maybe even more?
A well-socialized and happy dog; well trained...shown kindness and love,
Will be man's best friend, companion and gentle as a dove.
Attacks of all kinds happen , a teenager high on drugs takes a life,
He was 5ft 10 black hair around 17 , stocky and carried a large knife.
Would we round up all teens matching that description; give them all strife,
Place restraining orders on them all , tag them or lock them up for life?
There would be public outcry; we would not stand for that would we ?
Lumping them all together, would be so very wrong...so sadly why can't you see,
Just because one dog attacks does not mean the whole breed is bad...
We need to look further rationally; not hysterically that's just mad!
A few irresponsible owners that cannot train or control their dog,
Gives a select group of people the power to play God ?
Murders, stabbing, accidents happen every single day,
Through misuse of weapons and who is asked to pay ?
A gun that shot someone on trial , a car that killed a passer-by,
You maybe think that's irrational but then ask yourself why?
Dog owners are by law supposed to be in control of their pet,
But when accidents happen and someone is hurt , who is taken to the vet?
WE do not need mass hysteria , surrounding ANY specific breed.
It is time to take a good hard look and just punish the deed.
The owners must be made to pay for the mistakes that they make,
A whole breed should not have to pay that price for goodness' sake!
There's far too much talk of vicious killer dogs of a certain type
One is labelled bad so the whole breed is prone to media hype ?
What about all the lovely happy dogs that live among us all
Not a bad bone in their body , but perhaps they are just too tall?
- Author Unknown
The driver should be punished for human error and for breaking the law,
So why cannot people see , the same applies to dogs and maybe even more?
A well-socialized and happy dog; well trained...shown kindness and love,
Will be man's best friend, companion and gentle as a dove.
Attacks of all kinds happen , a teenager high on drugs takes a life,
He was 5ft 10 black hair around 17 , stocky and carried a large knife.
Would we round up all teens matching that description; give them all strife,
Place restraining orders on them all , tag them or lock them up for life?
There would be public outcry; we would not stand for that would we ?
Lumping them all together, would be so very wrong...so sadly why can't you see,
Just because one dog attacks does not mean the whole breed is bad...
We need to look further rationally; not hysterically that's just mad!
A few irresponsible owners that cannot train or control their dog,
Gives a select group of people the power to play God ?
Murders, stabbing, accidents happen every single day,
Through misuse of weapons and who is asked to pay ?
A gun that shot someone on trial , a car that killed a passer-by,
You maybe think that's irrational but then ask yourself why?
Dog owners are by law supposed to be in control of their pet,
But when accidents happen and someone is hurt , who is taken to the vet?
WE do not need mass hysteria , surrounding ANY specific breed.
It is time to take a good hard look and just punish the deed.
The owners must be made to pay for the mistakes that they make,
A whole breed should not have to pay that price for goodness' sake!
There's far too much talk of vicious killer dogs of a certain type
One is labelled bad so the whole breed is prone to media hype ?
What about all the lovely happy dogs that live among us all
Not a bad bone in their body , but perhaps they are just too tall?
- Author Unknown
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
My feet are covered with sores and marks.
My nerves are shattered from sudden barks.
My wallet's empty from paying the Vet,
and those Rotties are eating me into debt.
I sit down to rest in my favorite chair
And quick as a flash, the Rotties are there.
They've hauled off my shoes and chewed up my pipe,
But act so damned hurt, if I venture to gripe.
I rise in the morning, the new day to greet,
To find a Rottweiler standing firm on my feet.
I trip over another as I'm combing my hair,
While the puppy pulls hard at my underwear.
My fresh cup of coffee is now on the rug,
'Cause the bitch gave my arm a sweet playful tug.
I'd pour me another, but sure as can be,
The Rotties would dump it all over me.
Please believe me people, it's darn hard to write,
While my hand still hurts from that last loving bite.
The puppy is sneaking up in my lap,
While the one on my feet is down for a nap.
So to Hell with home life as it used to be,
And to Hell with quiet evenings with my family,
And to Hell with the money I'd spend anyhow!
Who needs them all......We've got Rottweilers now!!
-Author unknown
Thursday, April 03, 2008
I am a little terrier dog
As feisty as can be.
So don't you come in to my yard
And don't you mess with me!
I know my rights, I have my ways,
I'm always on the go
(Not like some dogs I could mention
Who are lazy, fat and slow).
Devoted to my owners
And of that there is no doubt,
But strangers? I may let them in -
But I won't let them out!
I'm a cocky little terrier dog
As you can plainly see,
But if you want a loving friend,
then that is really me!
Liz Heslop
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
A Faithful Dog Will Play With You
And Laugh With You -Or Cry-
He'll Gladly Starve To Stay With You
Nor Ever Reason Why,
And When You're Feeling Out Of Sorts
Somehow He'll Understand
He'll Watch You With His Shining Eyes
And Try To Lick Your Hand.
His Blind, Implicit Faith In You
Is Matched By His Great Love -
The Kind That All Of Us Should Have
In The Master, Up Above.
When Everything Is Said And Done
I Guess This Isn't Odd
For When You Spell "Dog" Backwards
You Get The Name Of God.
- Anonymous
Thursday, March 06, 2008
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 happily,
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
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
We have a secret, you and I,
That no one else shall know,
For who, but I can see you lie,
Each night, in fireglow?
And who but I can reach my hand
Before we go to bed,
And feel the living warmth of you
And touch your silken head?
And only I walk woodland paths,
And see, ahead of me,
Your small form racing with the wind,
So young again, and free.
And only I can see you swim
In every brook I pass.
And, when I call, no one but I
Can see the bending grass.
Author Unknown
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
As she curled up tighter; shivering from fright.
A bus screeched and mud splashed,
And a lonely snowflake found her eyelash.
What a night to take my new puppy home;
My fingers freezing in the icy cold.
She trembled, she shivered, she squirmed not once,
As not yet in me had she instilled her trust.
Her long, soft ears of true Cocker Spaniel,
Oh if she were a boy, I could have named her brave Daniel.
But for me she was a ray of sunlight;
A gem, a gift, a treasure in the night.
Scared as she was, that much is true,
Yet - even for a brief time- she was my Bijoux.
- Agnes Katona
