In a dog's life.We get toy balls, and toy bones
to play with.In a dog's life.We get names like
Rover, and Lassie, Rin Tin Tin, and Lucky.In a
dog's life.We chase balls, and cats, and cars,
and deer, a bird, a pheasant, or a little girl's
Christmas present.In a dog's life.We like milk
bone dog food, crunchy biscuits, and crunchy dog
treats.We like dog foods with plenty of meat.In a
dog's life.We jog along, when the master goes out
for a run, or we run all day long in the back yard,
just for fun.In a dog's life.We catch a flying frisbee.
As it floats through the air.We make all kinds of
noise.As we chase off the grizzly bear.In a dog's
Doggy Pet Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
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Copyright © Kim Robin Edwards | Year Posted 2014
One eye of burnished brown
The other of glowing yellow
Coat the color of loamy ground
An imposing, fearsome fellow
Peers about and leaves no doubt
Those orbs so fiercely feral
That to try to pet, one might regret
Best be done at one’s own peril
Muzzle abounding with teeth so white
Sharp claws clicking upon the stones
Jaws and claws and gaping maw
Designed each and all for crushing bones
God only knows what that cold wet nose
Can sense, scent and conjure up…
For now tho’ at least, he’s a tiny beast
Na’ more than a warm, wriggly,
Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2015
Found alone and scared on the streets of LA
A kill shelter is where she would stay
Sitting alone and cold in the dark
Nobody around to hear her bark
Until Jolene came to save the day
A nice rescue is where she would now stay
Villalobos Rescue put her on TV
Two years later, Louise brought her to me
Syndee Lou now sleeps in a warm cozy bed
All the bad memories are now gone from her head
I love her because she is cute, smart and funny
She likes to play ball with my other dog Gunny
Pit bulls have gotten such bad raps
All my dogs do is lick and take naps
Puppies are cute, but training's not fun
Getting a rescue dog is the best thing I've done
By: Josh Albertson
Copyright © Josh Albertson | Year Posted 2014
Your spinning and grace made me laugh.
When all else was forgotten and done.
Black hair and a smile and those eyes.
Thunder and stormy weather made you shake.
Come home again and the twirls.
You are not forgotten and won't.
Curly hair and crying for your mother.
Where did she go and its final.
Never to spin again and your body still warm.
Tell me GOD is there heaven as I dig.
Waking I think of you and the rain.
Your hunger is done and gone.
Quenched like tears falling from the sky.
I look for you and the listening.
Faithful and gladness spread can you feel it?
Running gracefully as the wind.
I call your name but no answer.
Love doesn't die but still warms.
There has to be room for you.
I still dig and the crying.
Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2011
The first best friend I ever had,
you run miles in my dreams
You're by my side, you wait for me
You're loyal, you've always been
You never speak a complaining word
and your eyes always smile
You love me unconditionally,
You're open, like a child
And you'll live on here in my heart
for all my days on earth
Not Solomon's mines, nor Fort Knox gold
could equal a good dog's worth
Copyright © Kate Ginsberg | Year Posted 2014
The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girls. But the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smart. Many would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outside. So many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappear. He will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from above. I guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".
Copyright © Meghan Palmer | Year Posted 2013
Oh how it struck me so..
the dog on the side of the road..
You have all been enslaved by self gain and judgement...
Why waste time?
What is sane?
and Who's to blame?
Oh how It struck me so!
The dog on the side of the road..
Look into those eyes...you'll see that everything dies...
So sad that we only insist on the pursuits of our own...
Might as well let this world burn,
humanity will never discern....
Oh how It stuck me so...
The dog on the side of the road...
Copyright © Cody Blake | Year Posted 2015
german shepherd dog
my own big wheel bodyguard
loyal till the end
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2015
I had not long lost Shona (German Shepherd) and was not sure because of my age and disabilities if I should get another when my daughter spotted an advert .
I thought long and hard and having always since the age of seven had my own dog
I decided that there were ways around my disability.
I went to the farm you were born on and met Matthew and your mum Lady.
Matthew suggested we met the 3 puppies left and take them down the fields so I could
choose. He let you all out and we started off by the time we reached the gate Lady and two pups had run on ahead. I looked at Matthew who had not noticed and said I have be chosen he looked in surprise and said so you have.
Needless to say I took you home and thus began a wonderful relationship you were highly intelligent I remember the first time you saw TV you were glued to the screen. We started obedience classes when you were 6 months old and soon you were in the top class. I quickly learnt when a new challenge or lesson was started to hang back and let you watch. Then when it was your turn you went out and did it nearly perfectly and always nailed it on your second attempt.
You had a yellow squeaky dog toy that you liked to live just outside the door and you would nuzzle it going in and out. One day my daughter said to me Zante thinks it her puppy doesn't she I said yes, then my daughter told me she had thrown it for her and that she went mental checking it was not hurt.
I knew you longed to be a mum so when you were two you went to a good dog and
in time produced nine fine puppies you were so happy and a wonderful mum.
I with your agreement moved yellow squeaky dog to the kitchen window sill.
When the day came for them to go as each one left you lay crying softly by the back
gate and I joined you shedding my own tears.
Two years later after some notable wins in the ring by you and your daughter
Tanganyika you again became a mum to 8 fine pups. Tanganyika did not understand
why you growled and sent her away. You finally allowed her to meet them at around
4 weeks. This time we kept two a dog and a b**ch, still we both cried when parting time came.
I did not know we were on borrowed time and that a year later at only six and half years you developed very aggressive cancer and faded in under 3 weeks I held you here at home while you tried to stand to say hello to the vet you could not get up,
the cancer had sapped your strength.
I cried buckets as we said good bye and you slipped of to peace and heaven
I buried you at home with your yellow squeaky dog that still squeaked and your
favourite blanket. There is an uncarved stone marking the spot in your favourite
corner of the garden.
I still miss you so much as does Tanganyika who went on the following spring on win 3rd at Cruft's 2010 you would have been so proud.
Zante you stole my heart and gave me a new leash on life You will always live
in my heart YOU WERE THE BEST 2003 -2009
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014
A couple weeks before her fourteenth birthday,
We knew something was wrong
Peanut, who loved to eat above all else, suddenly turned down food
To make it worse she was having trouble breathing
I had urged my dad that we had to take her to the pet hospital, and he agreed
At the hospital, when they told us what was wrong,
I could see the look in my dad’s face
Even I knew, it was her time
We all got to say our final goodbyes,
Held her paw, and stayed with her as she drifted to sleep
Her passing had hit us so hard, like a huge weight had fallen onto us
I kept asking myself, over and over again,
“why did she have to go?”
We all thought she was gone forever,
And tears of sadness had stuck with us for a while
Then a strong realization came over us,
Peanut was not gone,
She would always be with us
Tears of sadness soon became tears of happiness
When we learned about the Rainbow Bridge
Hearing that touching story,
We all knew Peanut would forever be in our minds and our hearts
If Peanut is waiting on the other side of that Rainbow Bridge,
Then I look forward to the day when we cross that bridge and can be with her
Dedicated to Peanut
In our memories,
The pets that have passed will always remain
We realize upon having them
That they turn out to be something more-
A loving companion, a protector,
And most of all, a friend
Someone who will always be there for you
One who gives you a shoulder to cry on,
A creature subtly unassuming,
Who will simply listen..
There is a connection with our pets
That is impossible to break
And when there comes a time to say goodbye,
That connection will help us continue on
We never want them to leave,
But all of us know that nothing lasts forever
But the effect they leave on you
And the love you have for them does
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2014
When I was little, I didn’t know what it was like to have a pet
Until the day my parents decided to bring Peanut home
I remember it well, out of all the dogs we saw,
Peanut was the one who stood out
A newborn puppy, so cute and innocent,
We knew she was the one
She had those sad puppy eyes,
And we saw that she had already had an effect on us
At first, she didn’t know what to think of us
We were strangers to her
Her first night, she was shy, a little bit scared,
But then she realized we were her family
In her younger years, she had such a playful spirit,
One that would make you smile
When one of us would come home from school or work,
Her energy of excitement exploded with happiness
What really made her happy was eating
She would want to do that all day
There would be times when after a long day
She would sit in a patch of sun that came in through a window
She loved the warm feeling of the sun when she rested
It always felt good to my parents and I,
When she would curl up and sleep right beside us,
Never leaving our side
Peanut was always very protective of us and her home,
Anybody she didn’t know, she would bark at until they went away,
Or until she got tired of barking
However, if the person she didn’t know had food with them,
They were her friend all of a sudden
Peanut was someone who had completed us as a family;
She made us happy—our first family pet
She was someone you could talk to, and she would listen
Many years with her, and we created so many good memories;
Ones that would make us laugh or make us smile
As the years went by, she started showing signs to us that she was getting older
Age ten, she started slowing down, her face became grey
Despite old age, there were some things that didn't change,
Like her wanting to eat or wanting to be with us
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2014
My friend, oh how I miss you
Life now, seems so unfulfilled.
There was nothing I could do
To have you back again
Such sadness within my heart
So much, you will never know.
My chest has been ripped apart
Having to let my boy go.
Not what I ever wanted
Seeing you gone from my life.
My soul, forever haunted
That decision causing strife.
First time I laid eyes on you
I could not believe my sight!
So big - strong - the perfect hue
Eyes full of life - aura bright.
Knew, day one, 'twas meant to be
The way you hustled over.
Plain as any eye could see
Not your typical Rover.
Home, and you bounded inside
Tore through our house exploring.
Back, forth, chaos at high tide
Life with you -never boring.
Kissing, playing, full of fun
So sweet you were with our kids.
Touched the lives of everyone
The reason for their teared lids.
Imposed, to Mama, your love's will.
Even heard you say her name.
Moaning 'bout your every ill
While kissing her just the same.
Sleeping with us - on her side
Taking up half her space.
You were King - she MUST abide
Now tears they run down her face.
Playing with your teddy bear
Made us all laugh, with such joy.
You'd toss it up in the air -
Then catch it! You silly boy!
I'd smile at how you'd greet me
"Hello, Daddy!" with your howl.
To me, was all too funny.
Now? my face it holds a scowl.
A scowl, 'cause I feel guilty
Knowing not what could be done.
Unaware of your frailty
Please forgive me lovely son.
Nov. 5, 2005 - Nov. 3, 2015
Copyright © keith osborne | Year Posted 2016
What beauty in your vices
my precious perfect Being In Total Control of Herself
with flash of fang and hackle
for those unruly pups
of which fashion to behave
indeed too inbred
to be phased
by your stately curled lip
that gene of language
their generation skipped
for I have heard it said
that above all other primates
you read body language best
in my opinion better than
most humans put to test.
Copyright © Maureen McGreavy | Year Posted 2017
My poor dog is crying in the wilderness
lost sight of his master and the rest of kin
Wagging and scratching to leave for safer haven
Barking in the nights
Whining during the days
He lost the lease around the neck
Why does it refuse to lie down and whisper
WHY SHOULD I GO ON AND LIVING,WHAT THE HECK?!
Old bones of the 20 year old collie
When will the Children come back
to play like happiness of jolly
It wanders through the infested forests
Eating fallen berries to keep the breath still breathing
The sun goes down in early set
This little pooch still hasn't found his bearings as yet
Evening is quite chilly,even for the warmth in Fur
A faint gentle moan as if to ward off the night creatures,just beginning to stir
An animal that has a brain to find a way out..of this Canadian Plain
I should have made sure that he was safe and secure while we were
sleeping in our tent
Then he broke his chains and quickly sauntered went
We cried for a 24 hour raindrop that is sad,sweet,and filled with regret
Thinking ever constantly:WILL WE EVER FIND HIM AS YET?!
Before I lay me down to sleep
My thoughts, a prayer, to the little lost and lonely sheep
find your way
Copyright © Bart Jonas | Year Posted 2006
Near Lake Fane the sheep graze in thy green meadow.
At ease, ewes are seen nibbling field blades most fine,
where fierce lion's shape may cast no grave shadow
or shows dire snake hole.
For ye make sure thy sheep are made safe these nights
from great teeth that tear meat and brake bones so bold.
And cold stream to lake's made still by side runoff
to hold so shallow.
This thy oak staff's sheep's certain safeguard gainst foes.
Sling's also alongside the oak stave we see.
Thus sheep sleep secure aye beneath huge shade trees
without fear nearby.
New scene speaks of bucolic peace made by night
for those under his care in closed gate sheepfold.
Then he make his fire frying rice cakes, grease beans,
and feeds male collie.
Copyright © Alfred Berggren | Year Posted 2017
yesterday, all your troubles were so far away
now, I'll bet their here to stay,
oh, you'll believe in yesterday.
suddenly, you're not half the dog that I once knew,
there's an odor hanging over you.
oh, yesterday came suddenly.
why you have to go, I now know, you wouldn't play.
you barked something wrong, now you long for yesterday.
yesterday, "fetch" was such an easy game to play.
now I just wish you would run away.
oh, you'll remember yesterday.
Copyright © Wesely Stahl | Year Posted 2009