Love Your Dog
Dogs are very special
They give you so much love
They are one of God’s creations
Sent to you from above.
All they need is lots of love
Show them how much you care
Because if you do then you will see
That they will always be there.
A Funny Dog
Blackie, small, she is running on
The green grass.
She’s very sweet, soft, like flying cotton.
She’s always moving her tail to announce
She crosses her legs softly on the big chair
Of my living room.
She has two small ears that move on some
She’s intelligent and sweet.
She’s thirteen-years old.
She’s like music in my ears.
She’s my new pet.
Blackie, small, she’s running at home.
She’s my pet.
– Leticia Teresa Pontoni
I am the dog you put to sleep,
as you like to call the needle of oblivion,
come back to tell you this simple thing:
I never liked you–not one bit.
When I licked your face,
I thought of biting off your nose.
When I watched you toweling yourself dry,
I wanted to leap and unman you with a snap.
I resented the way you moved,
your lack of animal grace,
the way you would sit in a chair to eat,
a napkin on your lap, knife in your hand.
I would have run away,
but I was too weak, a trick you taught me
while I was learning to sit and heel,
and–greatest of insults–shake hands without a hand.
I admit the sight of the leash
would excite me
but only because it meant I was about
to smell things you had never touched.
You do not want to believe this,
but I have no reason to lie.
I hated the car, the rubber toys,
disliked your friends and, worse, your relatives.
The jingling of my tags drove me mad.
You always scratched me in the wrong place.
All I ever wanted from you
was food and fresh water in my metal bowls.
While you slept, I watched you breathe
as the moon rose in the sky.
It took all of my strength
not to raise my head and howl.
Now I am free of the collar,
the yellow raincoat, monogrammed sweater,
the absurdity of your lawn,
and that is all you need to know about this place
except what you already supposed
and are glad it did not happen sooner–
that everyone here can read and write,
the dogs in poetry, the cats and the others in prose.
– Billy Collins
Hopelessly Devoted To You
I’ll scratch your itch and wipe your eyes.
I’ll clean your ears and towel you dry.
I’ll feed you twice and at your wish,
I’ll rinse and fill your water dish.
I’ll walk with you and play frisbee
I’ll sit with you and watch TV.
A doctors visit once a year
A swimming hole I know of near.
Toys I’ll buy and treats galore.
Kisses, hugs, and yes there’s more.
I’ll bathe and brush until you shine.
I’ll boast and brag that you’re all mine.
I’ll laugh and smile at all you do.
I’m hopelessly devoted to you.
A Dog Sits Waiting
A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun.
Too faithful to leave, too frightened to run.
He’s been here for days now with nothing to do,
but sit by the road waiting for you.
He can’t understand why you left him that day.
He thought you and he were stopping to play.
He’s sure you’ll come back, and that’s why he stays.
How long will he suffer? How many days?
His legs have grown weak, his throat’s parched dry.
He’s sick now from hunger and falls, with a sigh.
He lays down his head and closes his eyes.
I wish you could see how a waiting dog dies.
A Dog’s Best Friend
O Lord, don’t let me once forget,
How I love my trusty pet –
Help me learn to disregard
canine craters in my yard.
Show me how to be a buddy
even when my sofa’s muddy.
Don’t allow my pooch to munch
postal carriers for lunch.
Shield my neighbor’s cat from view,
guide my steps around the doo.
Train me not to curse and scowl
when it’s puppy’s night to howl.
Grant I shan’t awake in fear
with a cold nose in my ear.
Give me patience without end –
Help me be “A DOG’S BEST FRIEND.”
Do I Go Home Today?
My family brought me home cradled in their arms.
They cuddled me and smiled at me and said I was full of charm.
They played with me and laughed with me and showered me with toys.
I sure do love my family, especially the girls and boys.
The children loved to feed me, they gave me special treats.
They even let me sleep with them – all snuggled in the sheets.
I used to go for walks, often several times a day.
They even fought to hold the leash, I’m very proud to say.
These are the things I’ll not forget – a cherished memory.
I now live in the shelter-without my family.
They used to laugh and praise me when I played with that old shoe.
But I didn’t know the difference between the old ones and the new.
The kids and I would grab a rag, for hours we would tug.
So I thought I did the right thing when I chew the bedroom rug.
They said that I was out of control, and would have to live outside.
This I did not understand, although I tried and tried.
The walks stopped, one by one; they said they hadn’t time.
I wish that I could change things, I wish I knew my crime.
My life became so lonely, in the backyard, on a chain.
I barked and barked all day long to keep from going insane.
So they brought me to the shelter but were embarassed to say why,
They said I caused an allergy, and then they each kissed me goodbye.
If I’d only had some classes, as a little pup.
I wouldn’t have been so hard to handle when I was all grown up.
“You only have one day left.” I heard the worker say.
Does that mean I have a second chance?
Do I go Home today?
Dogs know, if men do not, that dogs and men are close, perhaps too much
sometimes, and they do not prattle of their deep wisdom, but it’s the
truth and what they have to know. Truth and what they give. Even if
they do not wish, they must, and follow at a heel, and haunt a
doorstep, and cry when we are gone, or roll in the dust. To entertain
us, yielding up a paw into a hand. They whine because the throat cannot
articulate, and even plead for man’s forgiving on an anguished note,
when the legs cannot move fast enough, or faults of clumsiness and
frolic seem to raise human wrath. O, we are given much by these little
beasts who aggravate our days with their absurdities and ignorance,
their jealous faithfulness, their eyes that tell as if man were stripped
to bone, had nothing more, and found bare. He still would find his dog
beside him there, to give him comfort, and to tell him then, how good
and splendid is the race of men. Perhaps the only error and the lie,
DOG’S TELL TO MEN.
Lend Me A Pup
I will lend to you for awhile
a puppy, God said,
For you to love him while he lives
and to mourn for him when he is gone.
Maybe for twelve or fourteen years,
or maybe for two or three
But will you, till I call him back
take care of him for me?
He’ll bring his charms to gladden you
and (should his stay be brief)
you’ll always have his memories
as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise that he will stay,
since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught below
I want this pup to learn.
I’ve looked the whole world over
in search of teachers true
And from the folk that crowd life’s land
I have chosen you.
Now will you give him all your love
Nor think the labour vain
Nor hate me when I come to take my pup back again.
I fancied that I heard them say
“Dear Lord Thy Will Be Done,”
For all the joys this pup will bring,
the risk of grief you’ll run.
Will you shelter him with tenderness
Will you love him while you may
And for the happiness you’ll know forever grateful stay.
But should I call him back
much sooner than you’ve planned
Please brave the bitter grief that comes
and try to understand.
If, by your love, you’ve managed
my wishes to achieve,
In memory of him that you’ve loved,
cherish every moment with your faithful bundle,
and know he loved you too.