Albert Payson Terhune
He wrote about dogs, mostly collies. Collies who owned humans.
Collies who were misplaced by their humans, but collies who managed
to track their humans all across America and finally come home
to be with their humans.
Collies who had died but whose spirits
remained behind to guard their humans
against threat and danger.
Collies who were sometimes more human
than their owners.
Collies who owned humans.
As a young boy, I adored the collie stories of
Albert Payson Terhune. In those years, his stories
were high adventure.
As an old man, I adore the stories of
Albert Payson Terhune. In these years, his stories
are about what's important in life.
A Little Girl's Faith and Hope
by Mr. Ed
Monday, January 29, 2007
"I had something in my heart,” said Kayla, a fourth-grader,
"And I knew he wasn't gone.”
He vanished from home
Six very long years ago
But in her heart and soul
Kayla wouldn’t let him go
At the time of his disappearance
Her friend ‘Cujo’ was seven years old
He somehow ended up over 100 miles away
In the home of a very compassionate widow
But when this very kind elderly woman
Had to go live in a nursing home one day
Cujo the again homeless Golden Retriever
By the local Humane Society was taken away
His picture eventually appeared on a Pet Adoption website
Kayla’s uncle spotted the missing Cujo there very recently
And when the reunion between these two good friends occurred
It was very evident that Kayla’s heart and soul now filled with glee.
Having helped reunite Katrina pets with their former owners
I have seen firsthand how these reunions can uplift human souls
In this case the faith and hope of an extremely determined little girl
Somehow managed to bring home her good friend now 13 years old.
After Cujo went missing, Kayla’s family had put up posters, had offered a $500 reward, and had called every animal shelter and veterinarian clinic in their area looking for him.
And every year since then, little Kayla, who was just 4 years old when her friend disappeared, insisted that Cujo's Christmas stocking be hung on the chimney.
Kayla, now 10, still has his old Christmas stocking and the cedar-lined black cushion her furry friend Cujo used to sleep on.
And now, she can't stop petting his soft golden fur.
Reunions between long lost friends – of any kind – are always marvelous.
Sport
by Ted L Glines
Sneakin through the forest - slidin through the grasses
with them highpowered rifles - nightvision glasses
there go the hunters with their camoed asses
lookin for a duck or a deer to kill
cause braggin an lyin is their biggest thrill
but I got a brand new game to report
a massive upgrade to their childish sport
for the good ole boys who don't give a hoot
I'm gonna arm those deer and teach em to shoot
when the ducks shoot back in the cold grey dawn
you'll see the hunters runnin - blink - they're gone
an next time they're huntin for meat to eat
they'll try the supermarket - can't be beat
steaks and chops - there ain't no lack
even ducks wrapped up in a plastic pack
an best of all - they don't shoot back!
nicker nicker nicker - quack quack quack
Author's Notes: For the life of me, I do not see any sport in going out with state of the art firearms and gunning down helpless creatures who have not the means to fight back. And we have no need to hunt to bring food to our tables. Where is there any challenge in this for these self-named most manly of men? Perhaps, if they went into the wilderness, armed to the teeth, and hunted each other, there might be some sport and challenge, but I suspect that they do not have the guts for that.