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Puppy Tail - By Ivy Hawkins
A Dog Sits Waiting - By Kathy Flood
A Poem To My Foster Dog - By Diane Morgan
How Much Do I Love Thee? Let me count the ways. - By Laurie Shrode, Timberline goldens
The Reason - By Kim Senke-Rocka
Do I Go Home Today - By Sandi Thompson, Sirius Puppy Training
In memory of all the bunnies we couldn't save - By Mary Brandolino
Puppies For Sale - Author Unknown
Puppy Tail
by Ivy Hawkins
"Suddenly, it's there again,
I see it with my eye,
I turn to grab, but it's not there...
then it's there again, behind.
Must be quicker next time,
Take it by surprise,
I turn again, but it's gone again
and it's there again, behind.
Faster and faster round I go
and then I feel a pain,
I must remember when it's there again,
that it's part of me, behind."
A Dog Sits Waiting
A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun --
too faithful to leave, too frightened to run.
He's been there 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 more days?
His legs have grown weak, his throat's parched and dry:
he's sick now from hunger and he falls, with a sigh.
He lays down his head, and he closes his eyes --
I *wish* you could see how a waiting dog dies!
By Kathy Flood
A Poem To My Foster Dog
Diane Morgan
I am the bridge between what was and what could be
I am the pathway to a new life
I am made of mush,
Because my heart melted when I saw you,
Matted and sore, limping, depressed.
Lonely, unwanted, afraid to love.
For one little time you are mine.
I will feed you with my own hand
I will love you with my whole heart
I will make you whole.
I am made of steel.
Because when the time comes,
When you are well and sleek,
When your eyes shine,
And your tail wags with joy
Then comes the hard part.
I will let you go -- not without a tear,
But without a regret.
For you are safe forever -
A new dog needs me now.
How much do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Thoughts To Think While Holding the Cutest Puppy In The World
An Wondering Whether You Should Get Involved...
Will I love you when you puddle for nineteen continuous days
On that gorgeous indian blanket that my friends have all admired?
Will I love you when I find you on my pillow when you're tired?
Will I love your muddy pawprints when you chase a butterfly
From the garden through the kitchen when he floor isn't dry?
Will I love you when you're shedding and all day I vaccuum hair?
When in digging you demolish ten begonias raised with care?
Will I love you just past midnight when I let you out and then
I let you in then let you out then let you in again?
Will I love you when you lunch on a twenty dollar shoe?
(True you didn't touch the other, but I sort of need two)
The day you eat the birthday cake, will I forgive and forget?
Oh, how much will I love you as I go to pay the vet for binding up
With the tenderness that nasty little gash you got
While decorating the lawn with all our trash?
Will I love you when you're sandy, dripping water from the beach
As I chase you across the carpet and you stay just out of reach?
At these times let me remember how cute you look today
And sigh and tell myself...I love you, ANY way!
Laurie Shrode, Timberline goldens
The Reason
(to you from all your rescue dogs)
I would've died that day if not for you.
I would've given up on life if not for your kind eyes.
I would've used my teeth in fear if it were not for your gentle hands.
I would've left this life believing that all humans don't care
Believing there is no such thing as fur that isn't matted
skin that isn't flea bitten good food and enough of it
beds to sleep on someone to love me
to show me I deserve love just because I exist.
Your kind eyes, your loving smile, your gentle hands
Your big heart saved me...
You saved me from the terror of the pound,
Soothing away the memories of my old life.
You have taught me what it means to be loved.
I have seen you do the same for other dogs like me.
I have heard you ask yourself in times of despair
Why you do it
When there is no more money, no more room, no more homes.
You open your heart a little bigger, stretch the money a little tighter
Make just a little more room...to save one more like me.
I tell you with the gratitude and love that shines in my eyes
In the best way I know how
Reminding you why you go on trying.
I am the reason
The dogs before me are the reason
As are the ones who come after.
Our lives would've been wasted, our love never given
We would die if not for you.
By Kim Senke-Rocka
Associate Executive Director
Heart Bandits American Eskimo Dog Rescue
Do I Go Home Today?
By Sandi Thompson, Sirius Puppy Training, 1991
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.
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 chewed 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 embarrassed to say why.
They said I caused an allergy, and then 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 this mean a second chance? Do I go home today?
In memory of all the bunnies we couldn't save
By Mary Brandolino
I remember Easter Sunday
It was colorful and fun
The new life that I'd begun
In my new cage.
I was just a little thing
When they brought me from the store
And they put me on the floor
In my cage.
They would take me out to play
Love and pet me all the time
Then at day's end I would climb
In my cage.
But as days and weeks went by
I saw less of them it seemed
Of their loving touch I dreamed
In my cage.
In the night outside their house
I felt sad and so neglected
Often scared and unprotected
In my cage.
In the dry or rainy weather
Sometimes hotter sometimes colder
I just sat there growing older
In my cage.
The cat and dog raced by me
Playing with each other only
While I sat there feeling lonely
In my cage.
Upon the fresh green grass
Children skipped and laughed all day
I could only watch them play
From my cage.
They used to take me out
And let me scamper in the sun
I no longer get to run
In my cage.
Once a cute and cuddly bunny
Like a little ball of cotton
Now I'm grown up and forgotten
In my cage.
I don't know what went wrong
At the home I did inhabit
I just grew to be a rabbit
In my cage
But they've brought me to the pound
I was once loved and enjoyed
Now I wait to be destroyed
In my cage.
Reprinted with permission from Animal Rights Online Englandgal@aol.com
Puppies For Sale
A store owner was tacking a sign above his door that read
"Puppies For Sale." Signs like that have a way of attracting small
children, and sure enough, a little boy appeared under the store owner's
sign. "How much are you going to sell the puppies for?" he sked. The
store owner replied, "Anywhere from 30.00 to 50.00."
The little boy reached into his pocket and pulled out some change.
"I have 2.37," he said. "Can I please look at them?"
The store owner smiled and whistled and out of the kennel came
Lady, who ran down the aisle of his store followed by five teeny, tiny
balls of fur. One puppy was lagging considerably behind. Immediately
the little boy singled out the lagging, limping puppy and said, "What's
wrong with that little dog?"
The store owner explained that the veterinarian had examined the little
puppy and had discovered that it didn't have a hip socket. It would always
limp. It would always be lame. The little boy became excited. "That
is the little puppy that I want to buy."
The store owner said, "No, you don't want to buy that little
dog. If you really want him, I'll just give him to you."
The little boy got quite upset. He looked straight into the
store owner's eyes, pointing his finger, and said "I don't want you to
give him to me. That little dog is worth every bit as much as all the
other dogs and I'll pay full price. In fact, I'll give you 2.37 now,
and 50 cents a month until I have him paid for."
The store owner countered, "You really don't want to buy this
little dog. He is never going to be able to run and jump and play with
you like the other puppies."
To this, the little boy reached down and rolled up his pant leg to
reveal a badly twisted, crippled left leg supported by a big metal
brace. He looked up at the store owner and softy replied, "Well, I
don't run so well myself, and the little puppy will need someone who
understands!"
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