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Dog Loose by jimmy boom semtex, nick armbrister
My Little Dog by Babbit, DM
Passing Days with my dog Sam by Parker, Frederic
Black Dog by Philibert, Leslie
The Weird Dog by holmes, peter
A Dog Day Afternoon by Babbit, DM
A Dog Named Donald by Ahearn, Albert
A TALKING DOG by Cwiak, Dan
Denominated Dog by Laurie, Lindsay
A Great Old Dog by Smith, William

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My Saddest Day

I had to leave him

at the adoption drop-off

of the place I’d entrusted

with his safe-keeping. . .

    his mournful howl followed me

    as I exited the door

For the Choka Contest of Dr. Ram Mehta
Form: 5/7/7/5/7/7

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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The Oscar Wiener Dog

A dachshund named Oscar was he, which adored trick or treating with me, so I had me some fun when I sewed a cloth bun, for a Halloween weenie he’d be. On his costume I added a trim mustard yellow, but though he’s not slim, he’s no Oscar Mayer, so don’t raise his ire by taking a bite out of him! For the Dachshunds contest of Rob Carmake(oops, that was CarMACK. haha)

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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An Evening with Snickers

Off his leash, he escapes, diving under a chair. Through each room of our house, he darts here; he darts there. Little scamp can’t be caught. He careens crazily. For his collar I reach, but he dashes from me. To his food dish he goes, Ah! My time has now come. He is back on the leash and unable to run. I know our puppy will calm down in time. We find his toys and bones he likes to bite. We gently rub his tummy as he lies beside us with the coming of the night. Lullaby, Doggie. Lay down your head. Sweet dreams for our Snickers asleep on our bed. for the Contest: Rock Me Around the Clock or Rock Me to Sleep-- Rhythm Poems

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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A Dog Gone Tableau

“You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed.” from Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s The Little Prince Though he yapped and whined, I still loved him so. He was my dear friend. He'd turned old and blind when we let him go. How can my heart mend? Written 10/15/14 by Andrea Dietrich For the Design Your Tableau Contest of nette onclaud

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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Sonnet Chiweenie Boo

Your dad, a Dachshund once stuck in Chihuahua.
The best of both in you, with that expectant
Confusing carpets for the lawn enigma.
I know….the raining….getting wet….you can’t.

As coldness chills the room, a sheet for you.
The perfect tucking of in, but you moved!
I ponder, just how crazy is my Boo?
The sheet’s thread count too low to be approved?

Your dance in circles, spinning on the floor.
Rewards and treasures known upon the racks.
Induced by meals and that one pantry door.   
In such a fury, choking on the snacks.

I know what God’s book says, I’ve searched it whole.
But still, I hope you have a little soul.


Copyright © rob carmack

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Playing Enthusiastically

                                              Playmates illusion
                                       Feline stretches on its back
                                              Pup engages play
                                       Leaps into air with surprise
                                    Scratched nose, engages again

                                         By Eve Roper 11/20/2014

Copyright © Eve Roper

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Fickle-Foolish-Footles - Man's Best Friend

Overweight Terrier:
Un-cool Terrier:

Spaniel dog breeder:
Parrot who mimics a Spaniel's bark:
Book on how to care for Cockers:
Originally from England, a well-rounded Spaniel stays in shape by playing:
Then showers and dresses by its:

Dachshund headgear:
Grouchy Dachshund:
Proportionally, male Dachshunds have:
(But size isn't everything)
Dachshund making critcal life choices:

Lassie was a level-headed dog and never engaged in:
Reared in a loving environnment, she was a rather:
Bred in the capitol city of NC, making her a:
To commemorate her frequent (and often rowdy) visits to N.O. a streetcar was renamed the:

Snoopy immigrated to the States but alas, was found not to be a:
Thus he was deported back to England but was promptly knighted by the Queen becoming a:
Now a celebrity, he even had an entourage of nubile young female beagles named:
Eventually, he met his soul mate, married her in Westminster Abbey and it is rumored that they engaged in numerous and somewhat kinky sessions of:

Copyright © Tim Ryerson

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My Saddest Day -A Dog Gone Tableau

My Saddest Day(A Dog Gone Tableau) 

I Had to leave him
(though he yapped and whined)
at the adoption drop off,
(I still loved him so)
with folks that I'd entrusted
(he was my dear friend)
with his safe keeping.
(He'd turned old and blind)

His mournful howl followed me
(when we let him go.)
as i exited the door
(How can my heart mend?)

My two poems for the Intermingle Contest of Craig Cornish: 
My Saddest Day, written a while earlier than actually posted on 9/21/2014
& A Dog Gone Tableau, posted 10/17/2014 a few days after I wrote it.
By Andrea Dietrich

(The idea for what to use was inspired by my wonderful friend, Harry Horsman)

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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What a wonderful day
I decided  to give Peanut my four  year old Yorkie a bath which of course he hates
I lathered him with baby shampoo and rinsed him off 
Took him outside and dried him off with a towel
Then brushed him and dried him with the hair dryer
Oh, he looked so clean and beautiful with that long silver and golden hair
Decided to take some empty containers in the back shed 
My husband mowed the yard this morning with lots of loose grass out on the yard
Which it was ok for him to roll 
But it had rained at least two inches last week, so I have some standing water behind the shed
Guess where Peanut decided to go, 
Yes into the standing water that is full of mud
So, guess what in the bath tub he goes again

By eve roper

Copyright © Eve Roper

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Dogs and Cats

In my life, I’ve had about five . . . . . . . . . . . DOGS

What naughty chewing little beasts they . . . ARE

Nonetheless, I still think they are . . . . . . . . .COOL;

However, I’ve had twice as many . . . . . . . .. CATS

Independent, sweet and clean they usually . . ARE

For that, I find  cats to be just a tad bit. . . .  COOLER

Written Aug. 2015 for the "End Line Word" Poetry contest of HGarvey Daniel Esquire

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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The old man sits in his chair by the door
His dog lies beside him curled up on the floor
Ever since that day when the man lost his wife
that dog had, to him, been the whole of his life

With his constant companion through all those long days
he'd sit in the sun enjoying its rays
It seemed like for hours the old man had dozed
A faint smile on his face and his eyes tightly closed

The dog licks his hand and emits a faint whine
and looks up at his face as if for a sign
but the man doesn't move, just continues to smile
so the dog lays back down on the floor for a while

The dog gets its ball, lays it down at his feet
but the man takes no notice, just stays still in his seat
He nudges the ball as if he were saying
"What's wrong with you, why aren't you playing"

Then, as if in acceptance, the dog quietly sighs
and looks up one last time with adoring eyes
The dog keeps his vigil through the night 'til next day
ever since, that sad morning, when the man passed away 

Copyright © Rob Biden

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My Puppy

My puppy sure loves to lick me
He thinks I’m a lollypop.
Every time I get home he attacks me
Then kisses me nonstop.

You’d think I was gone forever
When I just left the house for the mail,
He is right at the door when I get back
With a rapidly wiggling tail.

He wants to eat everything I do,
Mom says, that’s not good for a dog.
We want to keep him fit and healthy
So daily we go for a jog.

My toys are all tattered and ragged
My socks are his ultimate aim,
Doesn’t matter how much it upsets us
He thinks it’s all some kind of game.

I know he’s a bit of a stinker
That always wants to be fed.
But I sure am in love with my puppy,
Every night when we cuddle in bed.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans

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- On The Moon -

Thea, grandfather Alferd's dog died, she was so old and sick
Now is Thea on the moon, says Adrian who is six

Michael Jackson died so unexpectedly and abruptly
He is on the moon and plays with Thea, says Adrian who is a big fan

Betzy, grandfather Arild's dog died, she was also old and sick
Now Betzy is also on the moon with Thea and Michael Jackson and play all day

Great Grandmother died so unexpectedly and abruptly
Adrian who is six had difficulty understanding

Adrian who is six cried many tears for Great Grandmother
but comforted himself with the fact that she is sitting on the moon and
makes waffles to Thea, Michael Jackson and Betzy

A-L Andresen :)  - A true story -
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Anne Lise Andresen

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Lucky at Home

You’d think a dog named Lucky,
Would lead a decent life.
But Lucky had his troubles,
And they followed day and night.

One day Lucky ran away
In search of greener pastures.
Just to find a field ablaze,
Thus the start of his disasters.

Although Lucky didn’t die that day
And no limbs or parts were broken,
Lucky smelled of smoldered hair
And you’d swear he kept on smokin!

And Lucky liked to chase the cars,
Till the day he lost his nerve
When Lucky met a big ‘ol bus
That couldn’t stop or swerve.

I’m not sure just how it hit him
Or how he’s here today.
But he’s never walked straight since,
And one eye veers away.

My Lucky always clashed with cats
And was leery of their paws.
Until a “Tom” of forty pounds
Let Lucky feel his jaws.

Hair and fur balls filled the air
Like Cottonwoods a bloomin.
Poor ‘ol Lucky lost an ear,
And now looks twice as stupid.

I confess, I named him wrong
And why he stays, I’ll never know.
I guess that I’m the lucky one,
To have Lucky here at home.

Copyright © Tom Valles

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Some folks call me a sausage dog I think they couldn’t be meaner It’s not my fault I’m long and short And look like a misshapen wiener I’ve got four stumpy little legs So my tummy is near to the ground My owner’s take me for a drag not a walk Guess that's why they named me Cigarette! 01~16~15 Contest: Dachshunds – Rob Carmack ~awarded 9th place~

Copyright © JAN ALLISON

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One day a scruffy looking dog turned up on the doorstep,
an independent sort of lad. Now to who do you belong?
wondered the boy calling for his dad. "Look Dad can we keep him" 
"Well while we look for his owners. He must belong to someone"  

Time went on and they called him Wag as his tail never stopped.
He always stayed near to young Tim somehow knowing he was ill.
Saved his life too a few times until the day came when
Tim fell into a coma his young body ravished by the cancer.

After the funeral Wag went to the man and laid his head on his knee,
Then the man realised that Wag's time here was done and he was saying goodbye.
The last he saw of him he was trotting north, purpose in every stride.
He thought to himself in nine years he never seemed to age. 

So he did some research and the stories of Wag were astonishing,
where ever a child was mortally ill Wag would turn up bringing Joy.
These story spanned over sixty years yet Wag looked around three.
What ever you are he thought thank you for making Tim's life easier.

As for Wag, well he travelled on until he got to Mary's home.
There he stayed for twelve years bringing her cheer each day.
Yet when ever a picture was taken, he would not be in it.
To this day none know why but all love him and all call him Wag.

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton

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His Old Pick-Up Truck

He begs me to come, but he's run out of luck You won't catch me dead in that beat-up old truck! It was painted the color is rust But you can't be too sure...since it's covered in dust!... The engine must idle, (about an hour is good) You can feel the vibration, around the whole neighborhood A life is at risk, if you go for a ride! The windshield is broken, and leaks rain inside It makes a weird noise, rides bumpy and rough The dashboard is littered and covered with "stuff" The seat cushion's torn, and it pokes at my rear The dog sits beside us and licks at my ear There's no place below us, for resting my feet There's a hole in the floor, O my God, there's the street!!! The windows don't close, so there's more than a breeze Wrappers from Twinkies, a Burger King box... One lonely old sneaker, and smelly old socks Half a stale donut smashed down on the floor Darn!! The dog beat me to it, and is looking for more!! The muffler is loose, you can see the sparks fly Dirty looks from the folks, who get smoke in their eyes When we drive by the neighbors, I duck my head and I hide I'm no Prima Donna....but I've still got some pride!! He loves that old truck, he calls her a gem! Make him choose between us??? ....I'd be out on a limb!!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For Verlena Walker's Slamming Battle Contest

Copyright © Carrie Richards

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Dewi the Dachshund

When I walk, my chest nearly touches the floor
With tail wagging madly I know I can score.

The judges look at my teeth and nails
I give that steely look that never fails.

My coat is brushed to a high sheen
I am the proudest dog you have ever seen.

Bred to scent, chase and flush out
Rabbits and badgers, with my long snout.

I might be small but a tough customer
Lion hearted  to defend  my master.
So don’t look at size look at content
Judges chose me to win the old codgers contest

With rosette on my collar, nearly as big as my head
I walk around the show arena, thinking, where’s my bed.

Gone are the days when out in the fields I would run
Now I would rather lie in the garden and soak up the sun 


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the morning dewdrops the sap on the trees the wind blowing pleasingly a stroll I will take a joyous promenade with my umbrella and cane. rain oh rain will show dawn is to enjoy. gloomy not, away I go pouring cats and dogs. glumly aurora dulcetly I sing “Rain Dogs.” ______________________| Penned on August 31, 2014!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker

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Forever Home

That big Christmas surprise
that look in the little girls eyes
So playful and young
could do no wrong
constant hugs and kisses
sad eyes   I sure do miss us

Left alone when you went to school
The smell of you in that leather shoe
drank to much water
sorry I couldn't wait for you

The pain in that big old boot
What had I done to you?
Why are you holding me 
in that big wet spot of pee?
Locked in this little room
no lights  no food
I just want to play with you

Finally let out  so happy to see you
Jump up and try to kiss you
just get pushed down  yelled at
Why did you raise your fist?
I only wanted a playful kiss
where are those hugs and kisses?
sad eyes  I sure do miss us

Lonely days and nights
locked up and chained
I bark only to say hello
you hit me   throw me in that hole
why won't you play with me?
I love you  cant you see

A ride out to that farm
You told her "he'll love it  it'll be great"
she cries and runs to her room
you grab my collar and take me away
I just want your hugs and kisses
sad eyes  I sure do miss us

Frightened and all alone
wandering  trying to find home
Shivering and hungry in the rain
Life will never be the same
What did I ever do to you?
Was it wrong for loving you?

Picked up by a strange old man
thrown in the back of a white panel van
given shelter, water and food
first time I ever heard I was good
give me hugs and  kisses   but I'm scared
you will only hit me and disappear

Assured I will go to a good home
a great place I can run free and roam
there will be love and laughter and cheer
and that person I never will fear
there will be walks and plenty of games
life as I know won't be the same

I knew it the day she walked in
Soft caring eyes and a beautiful grin
She bent down and petted my fur
I could feel it was going to be her
took me home and captured my heart
from that day forward we would never depart

Going to lick every inch of her loving face
because God gave me you by His good grace
so give me all of your hugs and your kisses
I'm finally home   no more ever will I miss us

Copyright © Tim Smith

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Early Morning Chase

Sat Mar 05, 2011 1:19 am 

                           Early Morning Chase 

Forest so dense and dark

sky dancing with the river sound

dogs begin to  race and bark

along beautiful virgin ground


fleeing critters rushing away

some silently scurrying up

as if to boldly say

silly , silly barking pup


the sky loves us still

hunt on down the river

deep into the lurking hills

cold morning fog sends a shiver

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Touch Cindy

On Friday nights a melting pot,
descends upon the pub,
truck drivers, cockies, factory hands,
and workers from the scrub,
to mingle in the many shouts,
that see their glasses fill,
who leave before they’re entertained,
by workers from the mill.

The timber boys with blackened hands,
and sawdust through their hair,
throw their cheques upon the bar,
then drink without a care,
not one of them was impolite,
the opposite in fact,
but beer became their nemesis,
and quick they would react.

So, many leave the pub at night,
with blood upon their face,
while they who nurse a swollen hand,
rest at the coppers place,
‘mine host’ is left with his regrets,
knows what he’d like to do,
he’d like to ban the lot of them,
but they spend money too.

As one drifts on another comes,
to pull out from the saw,
the circuit is a common one,
for those who work and war,
this Friday night’s a first time here,
for one who’s name is Bob,
he’d like to celebrate with us,
his first week on the job.

“Whose is the dog outside?” was heard,
Bob quickly turned his head,
“It’s mine, the only friend I’ve got,
touch Cindy and you’re dead”,
there came no argument at all,
for the night was early yet,
but I thought it best I get on home,
before the ‘hour of regret’. 

Touch Cindy, touch Cindy,
touch Cindy and you’re dead.
Touch Cindy, touch Cindy,
keeps running through my head.

It was dark and after midnight,
when I heard the siren wail,
‘Hello,’ I thought, ‘It’s on again,
who’s ‘gunna’ need some bail’,
but then a sense of distance came,
they stopped out near the hill,
not the expectation of the pub,
more likely at the mill.

I saw a glow behind the blinds,
of course there was a fire,
then more sirens stirred the air,
there must be something dire,
I’m out of bed; back in my clothes,
and driving to the mill,
there’s lights of blue and lights of red,
plus further sirens still.

A pile of ash in smoke and steam,
is all that’s left to see,
with haggard faces looking on,
one cried hysterically,
she’s a witness to the scene,
when the caravan caught fire,
‘twas then I heard that it was Bob,
who perished in that pyre.

“He was safe,” she’s screaming out,
“Then frantically he cried,
as he rushed back into the van,
‘my mates back there inside!’
with his hand clasped to the collar...
I remember what Bob said,
when he warned us at the pub,
‘Touch Cindy and you’re dead’.

Touch Cindy, touch Cindy,
keeps running through my head.

Copyright © Lindsay Laurie

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everyone said he was too small for a good watch dog.... why did he leave such a big hole in our hearts?
.................................... 3/24/15 For Andrea's Contest: Tanka 3 Return To Top Ten

Copyright © Carrie Richards

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I'm a 9 Revised

                         You bring me peace
                    With your head on my lap
                 I gently stroke your wavy hair
            Lovingly I bend to kiss your forehead
                Thanking God for giving me you
                    You have become my calm
                            My loyal friend 

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Used my Path Number 9
For Contest: Tell me your Number
Andrea Dietrich

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans

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My Daddy by Bindi Williams

My dad always takes care of me
He just loves me all the time,
Even when i disturb him
When his words he tries to rhyme,
He quickly picks me up
And gives me a loving pat,
He'll make sure i'm quite content
Before he puts me on my doggy mat.

When i was young i used to
Put my front paws on the window-sill,
It was to welcome home my daddy,
It gave him such a thrill.

I used to chase my sister 
Around our large front lawn,
It became our favourite game
Ten weeks after we were born.

My daddy takes me in the car
Down to the local shop,
Then we go walking in the park,
Afterwards, i tend to want to flop.

Three years ago i went blind,
So my dad became my sight,
Sometimes he has to carry me,
My daddy is my shining light.

We live in a gigantic kennel, 
Although my dad calls it our home,
"Hey dad i'm feeling peckish,
Can you fetch another bone."

Author Notes: I have two litter sisters, both 13 years of age. They are the best friends i've ever had. Bindi went blind 3 years ago and although we sometimes find it a little hard she still enjoys life immensley. When she's in our local park, she remembers the wide open spaces and feels safe to run. She quite often breaks into a loping run alongside me.

I wish to thank Bindi for her lovely poem-----dad

Copyright © john williams