Some people say dogs are complicated
others will say we have mistreated them
some humans make dogs very frustrated
rarely are dog houses clean as a gem
man and dog have lived together for years
they’re not just men’s best friends they’re women’s too
and some owners and their dogs shared some beers
no one should think of doghouse as a zoo
as an infant a dog was always there
maybe that’s why I respect them today
I believe most dogs should be treated fair
some humans are abusive it's no play
dogs are just like children they want love too
pet them and love them and a bone to chew
It’s no coincidence that the word God
spelled backwards is a word that we all know
for something by which we are often awed -
a creature, which unfailingly, can show
amazing grace toward any one of us!
Our canine friend does not care how we dress
or if we’re rich or poor. He makes no fuss
when we do not endeavor to impress
the way we do among our human kind!
Love without judgment from this animal
is like that of our Christ, whose love is blind
to flaws and won’t desert us when we fall.
This facet of God’s love is what I see
when my sweet dog’s brown eyes watch over me.
Finally entering this poem i wrote for Deb's contest.
I don't recall the theme being exactly the way it is now described at
the contest page, but I will enter this one anyway, for what it's worth!
A jiggling rush of energy
Wags along our messed-up stair
As Lullie huffs with a naughty glee,
To cause mayhem beyond compare!
My dachshund begs to play tag -game
With flopping of ears , this just disarms;
While dog’s trick to win is one big shame
She guards me dear from any harm.
Lullie sleeps often in my bed
Her belly twirling all around;
I wonder of mischief ahead
Till fingers trace a rounder mound.
Oh baby pups arrive, although
Lullie's mate, that I'll never know!
Shadow Hamilton's Pets
~ A true story ~
A sonnet devoted to my dog Taz
I remember how he loved his big bones
I remember how he was always wild
I remember his heart was made of stone
I remember him acting like a child
I remember he was such a delight
I remember he would light up the room
He would always light up the room at sight
I wish he didn’t have to go so soon
He will always be deep down in my heart
I hope he is finally relived of pain
We were best friends ‘til life did us apart
At first I thought that it was I to blame
There is nobody else to that will compare
He is now somewhere, where love is not rare
He was born perfect in every way
Until that fateful day
When from a height was dropped
His knee joint fractured, out it had popped
Was just two weeks old a boxer pup
Went to the vets to have it bandaged up
Had a plaster cast, yet he still wanted to play
When cast came off, he limped from that day
Named him Cassidy cos he hopped along
Never a growl or bite though big and strong
Was a perfect pet in every way until cancer struck
Just eight years old he said goodbye with a lick.
He won a rosette in an Obedience Contest
Which shows you don't have to be perfect to be the best.
Penned 6 November 2014
Zareba's fences will be too small
our puppy will jump soon across all
his admirable growth until he's tall
for burglars his bark already a warning call
his Dutch tin-pan hovel his cave
a bounty of love our transparent wave
his wagging tail such a continuous heartfelt knave
being together always his preferable crave
Uluru's monolith his ancestry
his growth a source for chemistry
his presence with us an ongoing history
his maturity still a huge mystery
Australian Kelpie Captain Broome Uluru is our new young guard
a dreamlike black instead of brown dog has conquered already and again our heart
(c) Elly Wouterse
PS Cap has connected with us.. in a way that moves us so much... his his empathetic abilities are extra-ordinary and even life-saving!!!
Old Jim Hasselgrove lived out by the river bank
where you'd see him sometimes cookin
viddles on a small wood stove
now Jim's best friend was a dog named Blue
cause no matter where Jim went Blue was sure to be there too
like soft butter spread on bread those two were meant to be
so it was that the years passed by
yet that dog Blue never left Old Jim's side
then one day somethin mighty awful happened
seems Old Jim had gone up and passed away
everyone in town thought Jim should've had a church grave
but loyal Blue stayed by old Jim's shack
which in the end is where they buried Old Jim
and where some swear the ghost of ole Blue still remains today
He has been beside me for fourteen years
Compassionate and wise, he always cheers
Once, as a puppy, he played happily
An older dog, he’s a sleeping beauty
He snuggles close to me when I’m sleeping
Always aware that we’re both now ageing
Giving up longer walks for shorter treks
Growing old, it seems, is a bit complex
He still wags and nags for bits of good food
Hoping for the bites that I always stewed
He has his treats, his sleep and he is loved
More than words could reveal he’s beloved
With all of my heart and all of my soul
I love this little guy who's my console
Pets Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
Date: November 21, 2014
Is my life not tortured enough for you to see?
I am broken as can be.
My heart is torn.
My tears stain these perfect floors.
Why are singing with glee?
Why do you not care about my every plea?
I am trapped in your arms.
I am the hopeless moth.
How did you pick me?
What is it that you see?
A girl untouched by life?
A flower blooming in the desert?
I have said goodbye to my loving integrity.
You took that from me through R-A-P-E.
Alas, I am still here but you are gone,
Verily so all things must pass old friend:
True the proud breast filled and white his coat shone
From beginning to inglorious end.
Rover of lane, hill, creek, wood, dale, and cave -
The car chasing fool in outrageous youth!
Yet in his lazy dotage I forgave
Endeared contrivance too long in the tooth.
That you bettered me I do freely boast,
And made less joyless this world unto me:
A kindness of heart I'll remember most,
And wagging tail known eponymously!
Shall always think of you well and not ailed,
And my love for you in this...a dog's tale.
"Wags" was the name of my English Setter/
Springer Spaniel cross when I was growing up.
Death of Bruce, My Friend
Bruce, my puppy died so very , very long ago
buried him in a grave deep beneath the snow
Vanished, the days of tramping wood and field
no more would such joy his countenance yield
Looking back seeing more sweet joy than sad
thank God and childhood for blessings we had
Remembering well the nights he slept in my bed
often climbing up to lay beside my little head
Attempting to crush memories of his sad fate
yet thinking of him often, so often as of late
A hero the time he attacked that poisonous snake
getting snakebit instead for his master's sake
A friend, a love , no greater has a boy ever had
In dog Heaven he awaits and I am so very glad
I had Bruce from age five years old until age
eleven. Six wonderful years, blessed years and
Even now at sixty not a week goes by that I don't
think of him , his loyalty and his faithful love.
I wrote this about twenty years ago. Found it
today in a scrap book , with no date attached but
remember writing it one week before Christmas in 1994.
Found the Christmas card from a dear friend(now departed)
right there with it...
I have a feeling
that my dog is so spoiled
that she doesnt like dog food anymore
apperently she want's filet min yung and lobster
well this isint the surf and turf doggie cafe
get your head outa your furry butt
and eat your alpo