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General Pet Poetry

I have found these on the internet. If any work is yours and is uncredited or you would like it removed, feel free to email me.

Enjoy !! 

Friend of the Bride
Hold back the confetti, the rice and the noise
In the midst of this day with its pomp and its joys
The Bride needs a moment of silence because
Someone has followed on weary old paws.
Someone who followed her over the lawn,
Through childhood and girlhood and spring-times long gone.
Who scrambled the hillsides or splashed in the streams,
Who soothed all the bruises and dusted her dreams,
Has followed her now on old limbs that have slowed
To the end of the driveway, the fork in the road.
Hush for a moment, then lower your eyes........
The Bride and her friend want to say their good-byes.
Peggy Bialosky



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 right, 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-that's me !

Liz Heslop



A Dog Lives in This House


My dog and I live in this house. You are welcome to come and visit me anytime but we have a few things that you must understand before you visit:

You must expect a few dog hairs to stick to your clothes. I vacuum and clean on a regular basis, but a Dog lives in this house too.

You may be licked and given a paw a few times but he does this because he loves people and wants to say "Hello", so if you feel that you are too good for his love then you may not feel welcome here because this is his home too.

My dog is well mannered and very clean but if you are one of those people who think ALL animals are dirty and smelly then you and I will probably have difficulty feeling comfortable during your visit.

If you don't like the sound of barking, then my home is not likely to be a pleasant place for you. My dog protects me by letting me know I have a visitor. Whether it be a friend or uninvited stranger. If you are a friend, my dog will consider you his friend too but if you are an unwelcome guest, my dog will protect me with his life as I would his.

Do not expect me to lock my dog in another room during your visit. I have trained my dog well so he will not do anything to you except maybe want a pat on the head. I will not subject him to feel as if he is being punished by locking him away for no reason. That would just be cruel.

When you walk in my home, be careful not to trip on a squeaky toy or a bone. These are my dog's little treasures and I will not take them away from him just to show you that I keep a clean house. He knows where all his toys are. They may not look like much to you, but to him, they are worth more than gold.

You see, This is OUR home. We have been together for a long time. I raised him into a well mannered, beautifully behaved dog. I am proud of him.

I consider him my personal gift from God. He has done nothing but give me his endless love and devotion for many years. I love him dearly and want to make his years happy ones. As happy as he makes mine.

When you go home to your family, he stays here with me. A fine and loving companion. He is MY family and I wouldn't change that for the world.

When I was sick, he stayed right by my side as I did his when he was not having a good day. A better friend I could not ask for. When no one else cared, my Dog did. He has given me nothing but pure joy and I love him endlessly.

So please understand that I am not being rude. I'm just looking out for my best friend.



When I am Old

I shall wear Turquoise and soft gray sweatshirts... and a bandana over my
long, silver hair.....and I shall spend my money on books and My Dogs.......and sit in my house on my well-worn chair and listen to my dogs' breathing.

I will sneak out in the middle of a warm Summer night and take my pup for

a run, if my old bones will allow... and when people come to call, I will
smile and nod as I walk out and show them my dogs...and talk of them and
about them...

The Ones so Beloved of the Past and the Ones so Beloved of Today...

I still will work grooming them and feeding them and whispering their names in a soft, loving way.. I will wear the gleaming sweat on my throat, like a jewel ..
and I will be an embarrassment to all ... who have not yet found the peace in being free to have dogs as your Best Friends....

These friends who always wait, at any hour, for your footfall...and eagerly
jump to their feet out of a sound sleep, to greet you if you are a God.

With warm eyes full of adoring love and hope that you will stay and hug
their big, soft necks...and kiss their dear sweet heads...and whisper to them of your love and the beautiful pleasure of their very special company....

I look in the Mirror...and see I am getting old.... this is the kind of woman I am...and have always been. Loving dogs is easy, they are part of me, accept me for who I am, my dogs appreciate my presence in their lives...when I am old this will be important to will understand when you are old....and if you have dogs to love too.


brought to you by lilibeth. 



A Poem I wrote for Murphy-

I am really proud of my geeky little poem. I posted it on TT but I wanted to share it here too.

Murphy's Poem

As he rests, I watch his sleepy head
And thank God he is here in my bed.

I never knew exactly what I was missing,
To have this puppy that I will always be kissing.

I wonder if he’ll ever know,
I wonder if I can ever show

The love I feel inside my heart,
Of course I know we can never part.

When we aren’t together I feel blue,
Do you have any idea how much I miss you?

I will be next to you until the very end,
And even then you will always be my best friend.

But for now we have nothing but time,
I am so very glad that you are mine!

Diane Santora 9/23/03


Dear Dogs,

When I say to move, it means go someplace else, not switch positions with each other so there are still two dogs in the way.

The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by Nascar and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help, because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king size bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue to sleep on the couch to ensure your comfort. Look at videos of dogs sleeping, they can actually curl up in a ball. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space used is nothing but doggy sarcasm.

My compact discs are not miniature Frisbees.

For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, try to turn the knob, or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. In addition, I have been using bathrooms for years, canine attendance is not mandatory.

The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog's butt. I cannot stress this enough. It would be such a simple change for you


A friend I knew walked by today,it made me feel downcast;
But when he turned and came to me, the time sped by so fast.
His joy and sparkle cheered me up, with such friends we cannot fail,
As he left to go, I waved my hand, but he just wagged his tail.

A Decade Later...

My wee Sparky is ten tomorrow...we've had some times together and this little dog is so adored...she's stuck by me with different men, different homes, and still loves her mum.
Sparky, have a lovely birthday, you're my best friend in the world and I love you.

When I got my new dog...
I asked for strength that I might rear her perfectly;
I was given weakness that I might feed her more treats.
I asked for an obedient dog that I might feel proud;
I was given stubbornness that I might feel humble;
I asked for compliance that I might feel masterful;
I was given a clown that I might laugh.
I asked for a companion that I might not feel lonely;
I was given a best friend that I would feel loved.
I got nothing I asked for,

...But everything that I needed.


Mom, Can You Help Me?
Mom, can you help me? I can't get my ball.
You threw it, I followed, it bounced down the hall.
I saw it go in through your bedroom door.
I ran in pursuit, so fast across the floor.
Next thing I know, it rolled under the bed!
I tried so hard to get it, practically stood on my head!
It's right there, so close, only inches away.
Mom, please, can't you help me, just once more today?
I'm barking, I'm whining, I'm digging the rug.
I've just got to have it, Mom please don't be smug.
No, not the one lying next to your chair.
Get off your butt, I want the one under there.
What's that, do I hear you? Are you in the hall?
Are you really coming to get me my ball?
Thank you, oh, thank you, it's right by your hand.
Just reach out and grab it, this suspense I can't stand.
I'm under here with you, I'm trying to help.
Ya just gotta get it, I'm so excited I could yelp!
It's there in your grip now, you're pulling it out.
I knew you could do it, there was never a doubt!
I want you to know that you've brought me such bliss.
I have to reward you with a big sloppy kiss.
Mom? Can we play it again?
Copyright © 1998 by Patrece Griswold.

Forever Best Friends

Trudging through the open door
My cheeks are wet with tears
I drop my car keys on the floor
Trying to forget my worries and fears
I feel that I am simply done for
The day's just been too hard
When suddenly you run to me
Like a whimsical greeting card
Your little tails are wiggling fast
Your eyes are bright with glee
I feel so cold and lonely now
But you prove your love to me
A smile stretches across my face
I stroke your velvety heads
I don't deserve this hero's grace
Despite what your wagging tails have said
I drown my sorrows in your fur
You lick my bright red cheeks
I cry until I can cry no more
And my painful story leaks
Before I know it my eyelids are falling
You stay to guard me still
While the lull of sleep is calling
And daylight fades from the window sill
I sink into a peaceful sleep
Your heads upon me rest
I can rely on you when I'm in too deep
Forever best friends in a never ending quest

Copyright © 2000 by Laura M. Rodebaugh

 What a Puppy Understands

She's small and cute but underfoot.
She won't come when I call.
She gnaws and chews my finest shoes
and piddles in the hall.
She finds disguise in umber eyes
so innocently gazing,
then howls at night with all her might
until my voice is raising.
But truth be told, although I scold
with reprimands unbending,
she cocks her head at what I've said
as if uncomprehending.
Yet when I doubt what life's about
and question all I've known;
and when my heart has come apart,
and when I cry alone,
she licks my tear and snuggles near,
her head beneath my hands.
To my surprise, I realize
she truly understands.


Copyright © 2000 by Eric R. Ode.

Older Dogs
Old dogs are the grandparents of the dog world. They are sweet, experienced,
and not too demanding. They are happy just to curl up next to you and snooze
away the day.

Let us love dogs;
let us love only dogs!
Man and cats are
unworthy creatures.

Maria Bashkirtseff


Four years ago, Dad and I took what was to be our last trip together, it was to get you. Dad wanted a little white pup so badly that we decided to get you.
We had been told that one of the puppies was below standard, a runt. We weren't worried because we had pick of the litter.
It was kind of a long trip, and when we arrived we went out to where you and your sisters were. There you sat, all in a row. I sat on the floor and called, only one came, it was you. You climbed up on my lap and kissed me on the nose. We didn't even look at the other two. The breeder said, that is the one I told you about. We said, we get pick of the litter, right? and we pick this one. This is our little Daisy.
We brought you home, all 21/2 pounds of you. Dad was so proud of you, he would ask everyone,"Have you seen my killer dog?" You slept between our pillows that night and have slept on our bed every night since.
You have been a great source of comfort to me since we placed Dad in long term care.
You are loving,affectionate, amazing, funny, demanding, noisy, feisty, opinonated, prissy, and want everything your way. You are the best little white dog in the world.
From the dog biscuit box at the super market straight into our hearts.
Happy adoption day, our little Daisy Mae.
We love you,
Mom, Sissy, and Dad too.


My name is Max and I have a little something I'd like to whisper in your ear. I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to work, some have children to raise. It always seems like you are running here and there, often much too fast, often never noticing the truly grand things in life.

Look down at me now, while you sit there at your computer. See the way my dark brown eyes look at yours? They are slightly cloudy now, that comes with age. The grey hairs are beginning to ring my soft muzzle.
You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you see in mine?

Do you see a spirit, a soul inside who loves you as no other could in the world? A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior wrong doing for just a simple moment of your time?
That is all I ask. To slow down if even for a few minutes to be with me. So many times you have been saddened by the words you read on that screen, of others of my kind, passing.

Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so suddenly it wrenches your heart out of your throat.
Sometimes we age so slowly before your eyes that you do not even seem to know, until the very end, when we look at you with grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded eyes. Still the love is always there, even when we take that long sleep, to run free in distant lands.

I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week. Someday you will shed the waters from your eyes, that humans have when deep grief fills their souls, and you will be angry at yourself that you did not have just "one more day" with me.

Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me. We have now, together. So come, sit down here next to me on the floor. And look deep into my eyes. What do you see? If you look hard and deep enough we will talk, you and I, heart to heart.
Come to me not as "alpha" or as a "trainer" or even a "Mom or Dad", come to me as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look deep into one another's eyes, and talk. I may tell you something about the fun of chasing a tennis ball, or I may tell you something profound about myself, or even life in general.

You decided to have me in your life (I hope) because you wanted a soul to share just such things with.
Someone very different from you, and here I am. I am a dog, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical senses, and I can revel in the differences of our spirits and souls. I do not think of you as a "Dog on two feet"---I know what you are. You are human, in all your quirkiness, and I love you still.

Now, come sit with me, on the floor. Enter my world, and let time slow down if even for only 15 minutes. Look deep in my eyes, and whisper to my ears.
Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will know your true self.
We may not have tomorrow and life is oh so very short.

Max (on behalf of all canines everywhere)

"May be reposted and shared freely as long as this credit appears with the post given to J.D.Ellis 2001,

Mind Games Dogs Play With Humans

1. After your humans give you a bath, DON'T LET THEM TOWEL DRY YOU! Instead, run to their bed, jump up and dry yourself off on the sheets. This is especially good if it's right before your humans bedtime.

2. Act like a convicted criminal. When the humans come home, put your ears back, tail between your legs, chin down and act as if you have done something really bad. Then, watch as the humans frantically search the house for the damage they think you have caused. (Note: This only works when you have done absolutely nothing wrong.)

3. Let the humans teach you a brand new trick. Learn it perfectly. Then the humans try to demonstrate it to someone else, stare blankly back at the humans. Pretend you have no idea what they're talking about.

4. Make your humans be patient. When you go outside to go 'pee', sniff around the entire yard as your humans wait. Act as if the spot you choose to go pee will ultimately decide the fate of the earth.

5. Draw attention to the human. When out for a walk always pick the busiest, most visible spot to go 'poo'. Take your time and make sure everyone watches. This works particularly well if your humans have forgotten to bring a plastic bag.

6. When out for a walk, alternate between choking and coughing every time a strange human walks by.

7. Make your own rules. Don't always bring back the stick when playing fetch with the humans. Make them go and chase it once in a while.

8. Hide from your humans. When your humans come home, don't greet them at the door. Instead, hide from them, and make them think something terrible has happened to you. (Don't reappear until one of your humans is panic-stricken and close to tears).

9. When your human calls you to come back in, always take your time. Walk as slowly as possible back to the door.

10. Wake up twenty minutes before the alarm clock is set to go off and make the humans take you out for your morning pee. As soon as you get back inside, fall asleep. (Humans can rarely fall back asleep after going outside, this will drive them nuts!)


"Anybody who doesn't know what soap tastes
like never washed a dog." - Franklin P. Jones

A letter to my sweet furbaby

Ok.....I had to write to him. I know, I know, commit the paddywagon, I should be committed! I am sharing this with all of you because I have a feeling you all can relate!


Dear Stuart,

I really did not plan on getting a dog. I never wanted a dog. Dogs were smelly, stinky, hairy, and they made me itch! But, there you sat, in that little cage in Jackson’s pet shop. You were a white little ball of puff with a big belly. You were just laying there and when I looked in on you, you wagged your little tail. You were so cute. You were so excited, you thought I had come in to the store just to visit you! Little did you or I know, that I not only came to visit you, but came to make you a part of my family. I asked if I could hold you, and they told me sure. They took you out. You were stinky. Your beautiful dark brown eyes locked with mine and I was in love. Then came the puppy licks, soon I would grow so fond of those ‘Westie” kisses. I did not even know what a Westie was! All I knew at that point, was that I was not leaving that pet store without that puppy, and my husband would have to leave without me, if he said no. How lucky could I be? To not even know what a Westie was. I hadn’t even heard of a Westie. All I knew is that the minute I met you, I knew you were my dog. It was close to Christmas. I took you home and put a big red bow around your neck. I put you in your crate, bathed you and waited for your human brother and sister to meet you. They never thought they would have a dog, let alone the most wonderful dog in the world! They laughed. They cried. I think you made them the happiest children in the world.

I loved you from the moment I met you. You have made my life happy. I am not saying that I was not complete, but, my kids are growing up. They don’t need me so much anymore. They are so into their friends and activities, that cuddling with mommy is just not on the top of their “needs” list. You needed me. You looked at me to teach you and to feed you and to love you. I needed someone to take care of, in a healthy way, and there you were.

You are such a funny puppy. When you were younger, you got into so much trouble. You were always pottying in the wrong places, on top of beds, under the Christmas tree, in front of the fire place, where you then decided to lay on it to try to hide it. You have destroyed several pairs of shoes and a couple of my jackets with strings and zippers. I remember teaching you how to climb up the stairs. You were so little I did not think you would ever make it up just one! Now you are a pro! You will do anything for food, and I mean any kind of food. Blu cheese is your favorite, but heck, you even like radishes!

I love it when you want to play chase and you lay down and act like you are relaxed, just waiting to pounce on my hand or foot. I love it when you stick that little white butt up in the air and growl at me. I love it when you lick my toes and legs when I just get out of the shower. I love it when you do something bad and then sit with that, “who lovable little ole me???” look on your face. I love walking you , bathing you, scratching you and brushing you.

I love it when you hide on top of the mountain of pillows on my bed. I love seeing that black little nose stick out. I love sniffing you after your bath. I love waking up to Westie kisses.

One of the things I MOST love about you is how you are so excited about life. You are so excited to see everyone you meet. That is what made my heart melt when I first met you. I want to be that excited about life. I want to make people feel important, like you do! You make everyone feel loved and important! You make me feel important. I can’t believe I feel this way about a D O G! I really can’t. But you are not just a DOG….you are a member of my family, and I love you.

Your mommy :)


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 .... 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.)
Happy Birthday!

Before I was a Dog Mom:
I made and ate hot meals unmolested.
I had unstained, unfurred clothes.
I had quiet conversations on the phone, even if the doorbell rang.
Before I was a Dog Mom:
I slept as late as I wanted And never worried about how late I got to bed or if I could get into my bed.
Before I was a Dog Mom:
I cleaned my house everyday.
I never tripped over toys, stuffies, chewies Or invited the neighbor's dog over to play.
Before I was a Dog Mom:
I didn't worry if my plants, cleansers, plastic bags, toilet paper, soap or deodorant were poisonious or dangerous.
Before I was a Dog Mom:
I had never been peed on pooped on drooled on chewed on or pinched by puppy teeth.
Before I was a Dog Mom:
I had complete control of My thoughts, My body and mind.
I slept all night without sharing the covers or pillow.
Before I was a Dog Mom:
I never looked into big, soulful eyes and cried.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop a hurt.
I never knew something so furry and four-legged could affect my heart so deeply.
Before I was a Dog Mom:
I had never held a sleeping puppy just because I couldn't put it down.
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every
10 minutes to make sure all was well.
I didn't know how warm it feels inside to feed a hungry puppy.
I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important.
Before I was a Dog Mom:
I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being A Dog Mom

The dog’s kennel is not the place to keep a sausage…Danish Proverb.

A Dog's Bill of Rights
I have the right to give and receive unconditional love.
I have the right to a life that is beyond mere survival.
I have the right to be trained so I do not become the prisoner of my own
I have the right to adequate food and medical care.
I have the right to fresh air and green grass.
I have the right to socialize with people and dogs outside my family.
I have the right to have my needs and wants respected.
I have the right to a special time with my people.
I have the right to only be bred responsibly if at all.
I have the right to be foolish and silly, and to make my person laugh.
I have the right to earn my person's trust and be trusted in return.
I have the right to be forgiven.
I have the right to die with dignity.
I have the right to be remembered well.

~Author Unknown

House Rules
1. The dog is not allowed in the house.
2. Okay, the dog is allowed in the house, but only in certain rooms.
3. The dog is allowed in all rooms, but has to stay off the furniture.
4. The dog can get on the old furniture only.
5. Fine, the dog is allowed on all the furniture, but is not allowed to
sleep with the humans on the bed.
6. Okay, the dog is allowed on the bed, but only by invitation.
7. The dog can sleep on the bed whenever he wants, but not under the covers.
8. The dog can sleep under the covers by invitation only.
9. The dog can sleep under the covers every night.
10. Humans must ask permission to sleep under the covers with the dog.
Author Unknown

"Just" a Dog....
IF . . . . If it were your brother, you'd find an allergist to help him with his allergies, no matter the cost.
 But they tell me: it's just a dog. 
If it were your sister, you'd find the best laser eye surgeon so she could see again, no matter the cost.
 But they tell me: it's just a dog. 
If it were your mother, you'd hire a staff of oncologists for the cancer that is stealing her away, no matter the cost.
But they tell me: it's just a dog. 
If it were your father, you'd find the best orthopedic surgeon to enable him to walk again, no matter the cost.
 But they tell me: it's just a dog. 
If it were your spouse, you'd hire every medical professional necessary
after that terrible accidentthat almost killed him/her, no matter the cost.
But they tell me: it's just a dog.
 If it were your child, you wouldn't skimp on dental care, no matter the cost.
 But they tell me: it's just a dog. 
If it were your best friend, you'd go with her to the doctor, every day that she needed you to help her through the
worst pains in her life, taking time off work if necessary and putting your own needs aside, no matter the cost. 
But they tell me: it's just a dog.
 If any member of your family were dying, at that moment you would pull out all the stops and do
 whatever was in your power to save their life, no matter the cost.
 But they tell me: it's just a dog. 
Just a dog. Just my best friend. 
Just my child. Just my family. 
Please . . . my dog . 
. no matter the cost. 
(3/11/02) Lilibeth-Social Editor



Your beautiful picture brings me back to the days with my litter mates and my dear old mom. We would lie at her fluffy white toes and she would say.

Spring has sprung
the grass is rizz
I wonder where the rodents is.

By Haley.


Angels Online - Ode to the Terrier Club


There's a land where I go when I need to share
That's not on a map, yet exists everywhere.
A land of names without faces, a curious place
A modern creation that's called cyberspace.

There's all sorts of puppies with cute little names
Like Katie, and Penny and Tillie and Flames.
Some are just Westies and some are just
That help every one to keep themselves sane.

But both happy and sad they all play a role.
Still each one unique, but part of the whole.
We talk and laugh and we wonder why.
We share and we hug and sometimes we cry.

We can't be heard and can't be seen.
Yet, there it is, right on our screen.
But all in all the most curious part
Is the power it has to open our heart.

To share with a stranger those things we've concealed
Which to our closest of friends we'd never reveal.
Our deepest regrets and most troubling fears
The scars in our life which bring us to tears.

I don't understand this magical spell.
But I know that without it spme lives would be hell.

This must have been planned by some up above.
Cause there's no place on earth where you'll find as much love.

(3/4/02) Lilibeth
Social Editor

A dog is a man's best friend

A dog says "I love you" with his tail

A dog's life - eat, play, sleep

All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others

All dogs go to heaven

All good thing have come to me have come through my dog.

Dogs laugh with their tails

Dogs make a house a HOME

Happiness is a warm puppy

Home is where your dog is

If a dog's prayers were answered, bones would rain from the sky.

If you want the best seat in the house, you'll have to move the dog!

In this house we speak dog language

Somehow, my dogs teach me to obey them.

They called it puppy love.

Wipe your paws!

No home is complete without the pitter-patter of Westie feet

One can never have too many dogs


The Life of a Puppy

This morning, I woke up & kissed my dad's head.
I peed on the carpet, then went back to bed.
"The life of a puppy, oh my, this is great."
Then I thought about breakfast," I hope it's not late."

Mom took me outside, we walked for a while.
This never fails to make Mama smile.
I sniffed of everything, that we did pass,
I ate something weird - it gave me gas.

I'm sure God loves me, I know that is true.
He gave me so many great things to chew.
Rugs, plants or rocks, I really don't care.
What I truly like best, is Dad's underwear.

That obedience book, was sort of yummy.
Though it didn't sit well on my poor puppy tummy.
I threw up a bit, but that was all right,
When Mom found it later, I was well out of sight.

I made streamers of T. P., while running at full speed.
Mom is pretty quick -- but I was still in the lead.
I flew under the bed, and Mom flew past,
She stopped-shook her head, and breathed,
"You're too fast."

Mama later phoned Daddy, and said, "It was frightening!"
That afternoon, she was sure I'd pooped lightning.
She'd sat at the computer, while I chewed the cord,
She thought I was mad, but I was just bored.

When Mama had enough, couldn't take anymore,
That's when my tushy got shoved out the door.
I love it inside, but outside is best.
Lay in the cool grass, and had a good rest.

That didn't last long, there was too much to do--
Can't quite remember where I hid Daddy's shoe.
I found an old bone, and scratched at a flea,
I watched the dumb squirrels as they jumped in a tree.

I barked at the kids, when they got off the bus.

I can't figure out why this makes Mama fuss.
I barked at the neighbor, I barked at the wind.
I barked and barked, till Mom yelled, "COME IN."

The sun dipped in the west-soon Daddy would come!

I sure love my daddy: we always have fun.
I barked at my daddy, then turned on my charms,
I woo-wooed, "Hello," then jumped in his arms.

Sitting under the table -- it's sooo hard to wait.
Daddy slipped me a goodie right off his plate.
I raced through the house, and scattered my toys,
Ricocheted off the furniture, and made lots of noise.

Mom found her purse - the one I abused.
Daddy let loose a chuckle. Mom asked "Amused??"
I cowered down low, I must be in trouble.
Dad said, "Wasn't MY boy, it must be his double!"

Mom turned off the TV, and said,"Time for bed."
Dad said, "Let's go boy," and patted my head.
I got in my spot, between Mom and Dad,
I thought 'bout my day and what fun I had.

Mama kicked out my bone from the covers below,
Then let loose a sigh -- a sigh deep and low.
She gave me a kiss, and snuggled me tight,
And whispered so softly, 'My darling goodnight'.



From a Blind Dog

I cannot see you Mommy, when you cuddle me so near.
And yet I know you love me, it's in the words I hear.
I cannot see you Daddy, when you hold me by your side
But still I know you love me when you tell me so with pride.
I cannot see to run and play out in the sun so bright
For here inside my tiny head, it's always dark as night.
I cannot see the treats you give when I am extra good
But I can wag my tail in Thanks, just like a good dog should.
"He cannot see. The dogs no good" is what some folks might say
"He can't be trained, he'll never learn, he must be put away."
But not you, Mom and Daddy, you know that it's all right
Because I love you just as much as any dog with sight.
You took me in, you gave me love, and we will never part
Because I'm blind with just my eyes, I see you in my heart.

written by
Sherrill Wardrip

Rufus Roughcut


Rufus Roughcut eight weeks old

Round ball of fluff with an attitude bold,

Rufus Roughcut twelve weeks old

Chewed all the carpets then beamned like gold.

Rufus Roughcut sixteen weeks old

Dug up all the garden

Whoopsied on the plants

Bit on all my fingers

Then ran off with my pants.

Rufus Roughcut now twenty weeks of age

Rugged little terror all red, black and beige,

Rufus Roughcut what will you do next?

Whatever it is I'm sure to be vexed.

With your gremlin sharp teeth and puppy dog eyes

You're adorably cute, Cairn Terrier wise,

Whatever you do and however you grow

We love you to bits and we want you to know!


Janet Morris-Evans c 2003




I'm spent and exhausted and ready to drop,
All day long I've been darting and dashing non-stop,
I'm panting and puffing, my heart's pounding fast,
Now have I a chance for a breather at last?

I've walked till my feet are weary and sore,
And yelled till my voice isn't there any more!
I've mopped and I've swabbed away every stain,
Then half an hour later, I've done it again!

I'm sure I've lost weight, I think I look thinner,
And now I'm too tired to cook any dinner!
I'd like to just drag myself upto my bed,
But must see to somebody's dinner instead!

It's not a complaint, and I must make it clear,
I love him to pieces - now that he's here,
With his wriggles and licks and his tail's hectic whacks -

That puppy I bought to help me relax




 "Old dogs, like old shoes, are comfortable. They might be a bit out of shape, and a little worn around the edges, but they fit well"-Bonnie Wilcox.


Dedicated to our older friends....

What do we do when our loving pets face the last leg of the race? We do all we can to help them finish well, of course. We take time to read the unspoken needs of the friends we've come to know so well. We give the simple reassurance of a loving touch when the old boyseems confused for no reason.

We groom them faithfully, but more gently, as age brings muscle wasting, and the arthritic bones aren't so well padded.

We learn to slow down for their sake, as they enjoy the scent of the wind, or track a visitors trail across their yard.

We expect to be inconvenienced, and aren't angry when it happens.

We watch for pain and treat it, watch for changes in vision and hearing and do what we can to help preserve those precious senses foras long as possible.

We take care of their teeth, and make sure their food is a manageable texture for them.

We remind them of the need for a potty walk when they seem to forget.

We remember the little rewards. We scratch the graying ears and tummy, and go for car rides together. When the pet we love has an unexplained need for comfort, we give it freely. When infirmities bring a sense of vulnerability, we become our old guardian's protector.

We watch their deepest slumbers, when dreams take them running across long-forgotten fields, and we remember those fields too. When they cannot stand alone, we lift them. When their steps are uncertain, we steady them.

We pause to let the autumn sun warm our old friend's bones. And we realize, autumn is not a bad time of year at all.

Old age is not a disease or a reason to give up. It is a stage of life that brings its own changes. Autumn can be a beautiful time of harvest.

And, sometimes, the harvest is love.

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