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(the sequel to A Christmas Story Told By The Dog)

Twas the night before Christmas just one year ago,
When we had that commotion outside in the snow,
With reindeer a-runnin' this way and that,
And a strange obese man in a red suit and hat;

Who'd snuck down the chimney of all the strange places.
Guess he thought that way he'd leave fewer traces.
The folks were at church, they were gone for the evening.
The house was empty, at least it was seeming;

But I and the cat had been left on guard,
And when he entered we brought him down hard.
I fastened my teeth 'round his ankle and then,
The cat screamed and scratched him from eyebrows to chin.

He screamed and he scrambled back whence he came.
As I grabbed his bahunkus he called me a name.
He made it to roof and jumped in his sleigh,
And the reindeer took off in a fast get away.

They hit some old lady out in the street,
Swooping low for momentum for a speedy retreat.
The house was a shambles, the front yard a mess,
And I'm sure that old lady felt less than blessed.

I sit here remembering one year ago,
And all that commotion outside in the snow.
All of a sudden I heard a sound,
And the cat hit the window in one mighty bound.

He let out a screech that sent chills up my back.
I can scarcely believe it but that sucker's back.
This time he skipped us and went next door.
Just wait till he meets their black labrador;

For he still remembers that terrible night,
And you can be certain he'll put up a fight.

Merry Christmas, Y'all

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2016

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Give a Dog a Bad Name

GIVE A DOG A BAD NAME I shouldn't have called my dog 'Todger' Though it seemed pretty cool at the time I didn't think it would hurt his feelings And be honest, it isn't a crime. We were really good pals to be truthful And 'Todger' became my best friend We would walk in the park in the evening On the beach almost every weekend We'd play 'fetch' with a ball or a frisbee In summer when evenings were light And he'd lay on the couch watching telly And on the foot of my bed every night And the landlord down at my local Thought 'Todger' was such a delight He turned a blind eye to his presence When I played darts on Wednesday night I'd sometimes go to the pub in the daytime To chat with a lonely old dear And she'd sit there and tickle my best pal Then slip him a saucer of beer Then we'd mosey back home together And search in the fridge for our tea Sometimes I'd give him some dog food And sometimes the same food as me Then just when life seemed so perfect It couldn't be better I thought Fate's fickle finger found me And singled me out for some sport For one dull afternoon we'd been drinking And had a few more than was wise I tried walking straight, but I couldn't It was something to do with my eyes And too many saucers of lager Had affected my best canine friend He was chasing his tail in a circle And driving himself round the bend So we headed for home in a stupor We weren't making very good speed And as we were passing the primary school He somehow escaped from his lead And shot through the school gates like lightning Then made for a half-open door With a mighty great leap he was through it And went skidding along on the floor I was stumbling along well behind him When I reached the door he was gone Then I heard shouts and screams from a classroom But I didn't know which was the one....... …..That my dopey drunk mutt had invaded So I barged through the door that was first And confronted a sea of young faces As into their classroom I burst Their teacher looked fearsome and threatening So really she left me no choice 'Have any of you kids seen my 'Todger' I screamed at the top of my voice That day wasn't my finest I know that myself all too well This poem that I'm writing for you I'm having to write from my cell As for 'Todger' he's now at my mother's While I'm sitting here in the nick No more silly dog names in the future Next time..........maybe Willy or Dick?

Copyright © Jim Bates | Year Posted 2016

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A Dog Story

A Dog Story

Back in Old El Paso,
In a bar room they did meet;
Two cowboys decided to have it out,
In the middle of a downtown street.

The ladies hustled into their homes,
The men all gathered round,
Old Jake accused Old Jesse
Of stealing his three-legged hound.

Eye to eye they stood stiff as posts,
One to be the first shot down;
When that three-legged dog found Jesse's leg
And a red-faced Jesse looked down.

Old Jake doubled up in laughter,
And the town men followed suit real hard.
No one got shot or killed that day,
And Jesse got his just reward!

Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2017

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My Life As A Dog

My life as a dog would indeed be fine
Knowing I could nap anywhere, anytime.
On the porch or in a chair,
I could dream without a care.

With my legs, I'd set a pace
And find a cat or car to chase.
If that prusuit for me did fail,
I'd turn around and chase my tail.

With my nose, I'd take in smells
And see what things I could tell.
Like who is cooking, what and where,
Or who passed by, here and there.

With my ears, I could listen good
To the sounds of my neighborhood.
When the sun went down and all was dark,
I'd take heed of the twilight bark.

With my voice, I would make known
Visitors who approached my home.
My bark would make all foes flee,
Yet to friends it'd be welcoming.

With my eyes, I could implore or beg,
For a scrap of food or a pat on the head.
The neatest thing is - is that I could see
In the dark of night, what there might be.

With my tail, I could express
The degree of my happiness.
And when I'd head out on the go,
My tail would wag, to and fro.

For all the ways that I can find
To put myself in a canine's mind,
It's quite plain to see,
My life as a dog would be grand indeed.

Copyright © Tanya Harrington | Year Posted 2012

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Love Without Hope, Loving Shallow Pete

He thought about her for many seconds
All those moments she never left his mind
He was surprised when she said she loved him
For him to love her he'd have to be blind

For Sara Kendrick's Contest

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2016

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Are You For Real

The nerve you have to assume
Like calling your dog to heel
You can just command me home
Tell me this are you for real

Ok so I am not getting your respect
I can’t take you back to the family
Neither have you shown any regret
They all think from you I should flee

In this relationship I was the one to spend
You said come home yet no offer for fare
Now my precious emotions are all spent
There is nothing left to salvage here

I am not the remnant of your conscience
I won’t be the recipient of your spiked dream 
I am not the dog you taught obedience
To run in attendance to your dry scheme

Copyright © Joy Wellington | Year Posted 2012

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He Likes To Bite

A chivalrous soul like knights of old
my dog lives life with vigor and style.
And a jester with a heart of gold
he survives on little more than guile.

The neighborhood’s his rightful domain
a happy place where worries are nil.
And yet city streets are paved with pain
for unforeseen dangers lurk there still.

A genuine source of ready wit
as an artist he favors abstract. 
And born with a will not prone to quit
modesty keeps his ego intact.

His wagging tail always sparks a smile
he’s a dynamo in constant flight.
And eager to go that extra mile
he loves to play and he likes to bite.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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Pet Sit Panics

Not My “Buddy”

When my friend Nancy moved to a new apartment
For the remainder of her Senior year
Her doggone dog “Buddy” was not allowed
As she asked for my help, I was moved by her tears

A tiny brown mutt who wore a red bandana
Was not a visitor I wanted to take in
But she thought her dog was the top banana
To ease Nancy’s concerns, I finally took him

He was supposed to come with food and instructions
Never before had I provided for a dog’s care
But when Nancy drove up and Buddy arrived at my house
His food and care guide had vanished in thin air

My cats were upset, hid under the couch and bed
As Buddy sniffed around the house for playmates
I called Nancy when Buddy tore up my new rug
She said he was lonely and just needed a date

Nancy suggested I take him on car trips
Buddy fancied himself to be a world traveler
But dog smells linger and I gave him no rides
So he found vengeance by climbing into a sewer

The nine-month school year lingered forever
By now my cats had taken to escaping in trees
When June finally came, I couldn’t wait to say goodbye
But that’s when Nancy sobbed and moaned, “Oh, pretty please.”

Her mother didn’t want Buddy at her house either
And Nancy asked me to keep him all summer
When I replied, “No, he needs to spend time with you”
I quickly lost my best friend, what a bummer!

Copyright © Diane Locksley | Year Posted 2010

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Dog Prodigy

A dog trained to play the piano
Is a remarkable sight
But Boston neighbors say its Bach
Is worse than its bite.

Copyright © James Tate | Year Posted 2011

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Cats or Dogs?

Dogs love to chase cats
And cats love to tease.
They race up a tree 
Then do as they please.

Dogs love to play 
To bark and sleep 
But most of the all
They love to eat.

Cats love to relax
On a warm sunny sill. 
At night they chase mice
When it's quiet and still. 

It’s hard to choose
The best one for me,
Because I find both
Are great company. 

I can take a dog for a walk
But a cat's right there, 
Waiting to be loved 
Curled up on a chair. 

A dog gives you kisses,
A cat purrs when it's glad,
Both make you feel better
Whenever you're sad. 

With a dog and a cat
There are tricks you can teach,
But which one should I choose? 
I must have one of each!

For "One For the Kiddies contest" by Joe Flach

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2010

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Simon Dog

quatrains with palindrome and onomatopœia

I thought I saw a puddy tat. Was it a cat I saw?
We got one of those curtain things so Simon Dog can come
and go without our bother, when we are busy at home.
Quick-quick, click-click, stick-stick, the neighbor cat watches in awe.

I thought I saw a pretty hat. Was it a hat I saw?
Simon Dog has chased after things since he was just a pup
And though he's seventy in people years, he still jumps up
announcing, bouncing, pouncing all his trophies with his paws.

I thought I saw a piper's rat. Was it a rat I saw?
Lately, Simon doesn't seem as hungry as he's used to
I guess it could be his old age, or maybe stomach flu?
Quick-quick, click-click, stick-stick, the magnets keep that curtain taut.

I thought I saw a spotted bat. Was it a bat I saw?
Simon's not the only one attracted to this curtain.
Diversion and delight offer exercise it's certain -  
bouncing, pouncing, announcing a treasure he's not yet caught.

written 5 March 2016

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2016

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It's the night before Christmas,
And I and the cat,
Patrol the house,
In search of that,

Which could cause harm,
To kith or kin,
Though the job is mine,
The cat is my friend,

So he comes along,
To help where he can,
And we have devised,
A workable plan.

He'll give the call,
If he sees something strange,
And I'll come a-runnin',
That's what we've arranged.

The war cry he gives,
Is a terrible screech,
And I have to admit,
It gives me the creeps.

One night 'bout this time,
A few years ago,
We thought we heard something,
Outside in the snow.

The cat crept up,
To the window sill,
And he gave a cry,
That was eerie and shrill.

The folks were all gone.
They were at church,
And up on the roof,
Came a clatter and lurch;

Then some strange old man,
In a funny red suit,
Came down the chimney,
With a sack filled with loot.

Without hesitation,
I was on the attack.
None of our stuff,
Would he put in that sack.

Back up the chimney,
He flew in disgrace,
And reindeer were running,
All over the place.

They took off like a rocket,
Swooped low and then high.
I swear that I never,
Knew reindeer could fly.

Some poor old lady,
Was out in the street,
Never knew what hit her,
It was reindeer feet.

Her husband stood staring,
In total dismay,
And they sing about her,
To this very day;

How on her way home,
From the church which was near,
Grandma got run over,
By eight reindeer.

It's the night before Christmas,
And I and the cat,
Are on the alert,
But he won't be back.

(Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
(walking home from church on Christmas Eve,
(Ohhhh you can say you don't believe in Santa,
(but as for me and Grandpa --- WE BELIEVE!)

(Now you know the whole story)

For Last Fifty Poems Contest by Brian Strand

For DejaVu Christmas  contest by Debbie Guzzi

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011

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She Doesn't Know She's a Dog

Her name is Apogee Sausalito,
she is tiny, feisty and black;
when she romps with Tricia,
she thinks she's a cat.

The crafty feline hides
on the dining room chair;
'round and 'round the table,
the dog circles her there.

Behind the tablecloth,
the cat keeps watch;
reaches out with her paw,
and gives S'Lito a swat.

It's a game they both love;
each day's regular routine,
we enjoy their frisky antics
with morning coffee and cream.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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Some folks will say that he's just a hound,
But no finer dog could ever be found.
I have to admit that a hound's hard to train,
But that's just because he must first grow a brain.

He's so happy-go-lucky and such a real tease.
He's so full of love and desires just to please;
But he gets into trouble more often than not,
'Cause he's curious of nature and gets into a lot.

The things that he does shows an active mind.
He just has to mature, he just needs some time,
To show the intelligence inate in his breed.
He's tenacious and brave, this is his creed.

He can find any trail that he's set upon.
Just give him the scent and then he is gone.
He won't give up until he's caught the prey,
And you'll know where to find him by his noted bay.

You don't want to lose him, he's not something you lend.
He's your dog, he's your buddy, he's your best friend.
You can look high and low but his like can't be found.
There ain't no such animal as this dog, "Just A Hound".

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2016

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The Yellow Dog

The Yellow Dog

A skinny yellow dog walked 'round
Needin' to find some shade
The dusty little one street town
Was hot as God has made

He eyed the flagpole in the square
No shadow could he see
He raised his leg an' aimed it there
You ain't no help to me.

He laid down in the sand and dust
His chin upon his paw
Didn't move unless he must
Beat all he ever saw

He knew he'd have to move right nigh
The sun would bake his brain
He sighed and put his nose up high
An' sniffed the air for rain

The air was still an' desert dry
No water comin' soon
He headed for a dusty lie
Beneath the town saloon

He rested there with one eye shut
An' wondered how he'd eat
The garbage cans behind the hut
Don't last long in this heat

About that time the batwings swung
An' out walked Booger Red
He looked to see if low clouds hung
Then thought of gettin' fed

An' there he saw the yellow dog
Just squintin' with one eye
He said, "Ol' son, get off that log,
You'll starve there by an' by."

The dog had never had a friend
But somehow he just knew
This redhaired cowboy with the grin
Was somehow somethin' new

Booger swung up in the saddle
An' said, "Come foller me.
We'll get grub out where there's cattle,
An' then, young friend, we'll see."

For five years now that dog was here
No better friend could be
'Til Red was killed by a Longhorn steer -
No better friend than he

The yellow dog hung down his head
An' wandered back to town
He seems to know Booger is dead
As he searches around

Then he heads for the town saloon -
Becomes a watchful dog
He listens to hear one day soon
"Ol' son, get off that log."

May, 2016
For contest Weepy Quatrain. for Laura Loo

Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2016

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The Naming of Dogs

The naming of dogs is a serious matter,
as dogs are, by nature, a serious lot.
A name sets the tone for a pup’s pranks and patter;
and long into dog-hood. So, give it some thought.

Call a pup BOZO, he’ll just be a clown,
playing dead, pirouetting when you command “DOWN!”
If you dub your dog KING, you’ll be swelling his head;
he’s born to do nothing, he’s royally-bred.

You could call a dog BOOMERANG (comes when you call);
or SNAPPY, or FIDO (most faithful of all).
But to be realistic, here’s my advice.
It takes so much training to make a dog nice.

You give a command of obedience, NOW!
The dog’s suddenly deaf, he says “Say what?” or “How?”
So christen him WHY? – philosophical pup.
When you say “WHY SIT!” he’s bound to get up.

You could call him WHO ME? or perhaps NEVERMORE.
My personal choice, DON'T, no dog can ignore.
Just yell at him “DON’T COME!” He’ll see it’s his game
and run off to prove that he’s true to his name.

(with apologies to T.S. Eliot)

Copyright © Taylor Graham | Year Posted 2005

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Man's Best Friend

Emerging from the downtown hardware store I saw a strange funeral procession Two black limo hearses were at the front Then walked a man without expression The man had a shaggy dog on a leash A long string of people followed him All of these people were in single file That’s why I addressed the man on a whim “Forgive me for asking; I’m curious” “What type funeral procession is this”? My wife’s in the lead hearse; my dog killed her When she Bi*ched at me, he just went amiss But I see there are two hearses up front Alas, my mother-in-law was killed too When she tried to help my wife, he killed her Once my dog got mad, I knew they were through I thought for a minute; then spoke real low “I have a strange request, if you don’t mind” “Is there a chance I could borrow your dog”? Well sure, but you have to go get in line

Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2012

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Scamp -78 Quatrain-

He's such a cute little dog enjoys it, when you play around his chew rope he loves to hog loves being wrestled to the ground. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.27/2013 We've had Scamp now for almost 6 months. We adopted him from the SPCA, just down the street from where we live.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

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Hot Diggety Dog

Hot diggety dog, hear me bellow My ship's finally made it to shore It's left me agog this brand new life I'll be wanting for nuttin' no more! Never guessed I'd ever discover Friends I didn't know I had Just showing up from outta nowhere Claiming to be best buds as lads Folks always seem to gather around The smell of the mighty buck Popping outta the woodwork it seems Too bad, they're just out of luck Don't give in, it's a common old ploy It's as old as a Tracy named Dick Tell 'em scram and don't come back Urge 'em on with a little kick
© Jack Ellison 2012

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012

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The Ugliest Dog And Truck Competition

A tale I'll tell in happy rhyme
Of Old town geezer, Uncle Buck, 
His ugly mutt, well past its prime, 
And of his ugly, rusty truck.

The people of the town, in jest, 
And seeking winter blues to ban, 
Devised a bold and fun contest -
A uniquely entertaining plan.

'Whosoever claims he owns
The most unsightly dog and truck
Will have the right to claim the throne'
A worthy prize, thought Uncle Buck.

A fair was held in early spring
On downtown lake of frozen ice
Where men from near and far did bring
Their trucks and canids to the site.

A parade ensued of vision foul
Each sight more awful to behold.
But when they saw Old Buck's they howled
'That is the ugliest one all told! '

And so, the challenge it was won - 
Of all contestants, Uncle Buck
Would prove he could not be outdone
He owned the ugliest dog and truck.

July 13, 2015

Copyright © Moira Cameron | Year Posted 2016

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                                 SMOKEY AND THE GOLDEN RETRIEVER

Once when I was just a kid,
My mom thought 'twould be nice,
If I'd invite some friends to play,
And we could swing outside.

I had a swing set in the yard,
Where I would play for hours.
My daddy built it just for me,
Away from Mommy's flowers.

It stood beneath a large Oak tree,
And even had a sand box.
We played and swung and had a ball,
Got sand in clothes and socks.

Our neighbors had a big red dog,
A loyal, patient friend,
Prince often came to play with us,
He wagged his tale and grinned.

Another dog came on the scene,
And Prince was not amused,
They postured and they sniffed each other,
A dog fight soon ensued.

We screamed and cried and climbed the set,
As Prince and dog fought on,
Smokey heard our frantic cries,
And raced across the lawn.

Prince was huge with big white teeth,
And muscles big and stocky,
But Smokey feared him not and leaped,
And rode him like a jockey.

Smokey sank his claws in deep,
With teeth he grabbed his neck,
The big dog took off down the street,
With Smokey firmly set,

Upon his back, he rode him well,
They soon were out of sight,
We worried that he might get hurt,
In yet another fight;

But he came strolling home real soon,
The hero of the day.
"Don't worry kids', he seemed to say,
He won't be back today."

                                                               Judy Ball
For Fraqncine Roberts Pick A Pet Contest - July4,2011

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011

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Morning Muster

The morning has started with a trace of a dew An ascent through the tussock ignites the new day Trailing huntaways eager to work on the ewes Awaited shrill whistles loose the dogs on their prey. A new shepherd surveys as proceedings unfold Sinewy figures employing hill sticks with care. Spectacular vistas with a dawn of pure gold Formidable mountains looking solemn and bare. Below a glass lake reflects sharp rugged peaks A boat carves the water, slicing the image in half. Sounds of dogs barking as sheep break from a creek White ribbons slowly form in planned choreograph. Shepherds whistles are mingled with thousands of bleats Descending sheep merging to form an earth cloud. Above dust and steam rise, as if to compete Wisps of white rolling as matagouri stands proud. A fantail flits on the first hints of the breeze While a waxeye settles amid two twists of barb wire. As sheep reach a plateau, the expanse seems to tease Though allured, dogs restore order on sheep that inquire. Searching mouths hastily nibble tests of fresh grass Stragglers are hastened by gleeful dogs and their bark Looking back up the hill the commotion has passed Hawks floating on thermals within a large arc. Mid morning arrives as the sheep enter the yards Dogs climbing in troughs and having rest in the sun The new shepherd knows this is his time to safeguard His future life on the land has now just begun.
**If I haven't quite portrayed the picture properly this may help. http://www.photomack.co.nz/farming

Copyright © Mark Woods | Year Posted 2016

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It's the night before Christmas and I and the cat,
Patrol the house in search of that,
Which could cause harm to kith or kin;
Though the job is mine the cat is my friend,

So he comes along to help where he can,
And we have devised a workable plan.
He'll give the call if he sees something strange,
And I'll come a-runnin', that's what we've arranged.

The war cry he gives is a terrible screech,
And I have to admit it gives me the creeps.
One night 'bout this time a few years ago,
We thought we heard something outside in the snow.

The cat crept up to the window sill,
And he gave a cry that was eerie and shrill.
The folks were all gone, they were at church,
And up on the roof came a clatter and lurch.

Then some strange old man in a funny red suit,
Came down the chimney with a sack filled with loot.
Without hesitation I was on the attack.
None of our stuff would he put in that sack.

Back up the chimney he flew in disgrace,
And reindeer were running all over the place.
They took off like a rocket, swooped low and then high.
I swear that I never knew reindeer could fly.

Some poor old lady was out in the street.
Never knew what hit her, it was reindeer feet.
Her husband stood staring in total dismay,
And they sing about her to this very day.

How on her way home from the church which was near,
Grandma got run over by eight reindeer.
It's the night before Christmas and I and the cat,
Are on the alert but he won't be back.

(now you know the rest of the story)

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2016

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When Adam first did fall from grace,
Something died within him.
His very soul was weak and frail,
Under nourished, thin;

And God looked down upon the man,
Said He's lost something special.
He'll have to learn all over again,
To feel on the same level.

He must needs have a teacher,
To live close by his side,
To teach him by example,
And be a friend and guide.

He must have great courage,
And patience unsurpassed,
For his will be a thankless job,
He'll be considered last.

I gave to him a woman,
But she's as bad as he.
T'was she who was the first to fall,
And led him to that tree.

Who has a heart so filled with love,
Forgives time and again?
Who humbly suffers every wrong,
Yet still will kiss your hand?

The man now seems to have gone blind.
His mind seems in a fog.
Who will guide him back to me?
I know, I'll send the dog.

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2017

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Junk-Yard Dog

My mom was a cur, but a big one
My dad I never did know
In my litter there were nine of us
Junk yard born, two years ago

Mom gave birth to us in an old car
In the back seat, where it’s dry
It was winter time and snow outside
Their first night, three pups would die

No milk; four died without eyes open
My brother hit by a truck 
From my litter, only I survive
Is that my “good” or “bad” luck?

For the "Dog Gone Tales" contest
Composed 06/23/2012

Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2012

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They Call Me a Bully

They call me a Bully
but I think they must be blind,
I'm the one who is bullied
People don't seem to mind;

They call me dangerous 
but it seems to me it's really them,
The abuse is directed at us
ignorance is this problem's stem;

They say there is no hope, no chance 
we are supposed to be destroyed, 
A circle of misinformation such a sad dance;
We have feelings, even if we have no voice;

They call me a Bully 
but we are the bullied who pay 
We beg you stand up for us, love unconditionally;
That is how we love, every single day.

Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2015

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Lost and Found Basset Hound

Fuzzy and I driving along Going to Ricky’s to eat He had to swerve his truck to miss A Basset Hound in the street Fuzzy! Stop the truck, let’s go back And check out that Basset Hound By God, that’s got to be “Shorty” It Ricky’s dog we have found I don’t think he knows where he is His home is three miles from here Catch him and put him in the truck That is Ricky’s dog, that’s clear As we pulled into Rick’s yard Shorty got out of the truck Ricky your dog had runaway We caught him so you’re in luck Ricky said, “You’ve got the wrong dog Shorty is right over there” Get that dog back where he belongs Before the owner’s aware” Fuzzy and I returned the dog And thought about what we’d done Had someone seen us steal their dog We could be under the gun

Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2011

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He Stands Lookout

Sentinel Pinus never-ending guard

Hovering fog above mirrored fish pond 

albeit wry through the years passed beyond

he stands lookout on deck  for his reward


Weary years have gone by,  but still proud to serve his master

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016

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Fight off depression

Do you think I should find all I have lost, 
To search, to hunt, to explore?
And when I find all those feelings I had had, 
To lay them all bare on the floor.

Do you think I need to snap out of this numb, 
This indifferent state of a daze.
And become the glowing globe I once was, 
Emitting a rainbow of rays.

My joy and my thrilled, my sad and my troubled, 
My grace, and my kind and my cool.
I’ll bathe in these feelings each bit of each day, 
And display them like they’re a jewel.

Yes I will, I’ll proudly display my find, 
Display them on my face and my chest.
I will own every little feeling I find, 
And I’ll fight off being depressed.

Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2016

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Beware of Dog


Copyright © Mandal Bijoy Beg | Year Posted 2014