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!
He Will Come 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 didn'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'm 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 is 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 voice 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 by weakness my body is numb ... I'm sick and so lonely ... oh please! let him come! I will go back to 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 dream ... but so did my death.
Poem of a Neglected Dog I wish someone would tell me What it is I have done wrong, And why I must be chained outside 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. 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 everyday, They'd play with me and walk me If I would only stay. But now the master hasn't time The mistress says I shed, She won't allow me in the house Not even to be fed. The children never walk me They always say, "not now!", I do wish I could please them Can someone tell me how? All I had, you see, was love I wish someone would explain Just why the said they wanted mine And then left it on a chain......
Dog, My Friend 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, and 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 it's strength was spent. 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 to the end, I've turned my own name back to front, and called you "Dog, my friend".
Am I 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 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 am 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, 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 in this hole under the house nursing my puppies. They are crying now. I am so hungry. 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. So 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 smells like 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 looked over to the last one who cared as I laid down. I am famous now. Today someone cared.
A Birthday Poem from the Dog You feed me when I'm hungry, You keep water in my dish You let me sleep on anything, Or in any place I wish. You sometimes let me lick your hands, Or even lick your face, Despite the fact I've licked myself, In every private place. You taught me how to come when called, You taught me how to sit, You always let me go outside, So I can take a ****(scratched out word) stroll. I've been with you through oh, so much, Through laughter and through tears, I hope you live to be a hundred... That's 700 in doggy years!