Quote " Dogs are not our whole life ,but they make our lives whole." By Roger Carus
When his soulful eyes gaze at me
As he snuggles into me, on my knee
Very demanding dachshunds are
His high pitch bark, could see me far
His qualities are great,~ apart from the bark
Don't need an alarm, he's up with the lark
Wouldn't have him any other way
For Reggie is here to stay
Deep in this heart of mine
Yes he's simply divine
Loves to chase his ball
Been like that from he was small
He will be two in December
Same month as me ~ always remember
Loves his food and treats
His needs are met~ he sure eats
He loves to bury himself into his fleece
Makes a den with cushions so at peace
Then falls asleep
Looks so cute can make me weep
Dogs are true loyal friends
That love us too the ends
My friend had to put his dog to sleep today,
he was a Dachshund only five years old;
loyal, brave, clever, pretty eyes,
feisty, beloved, with floppy ears.
Brutis had a "big" dog personality all the time,
loved most people, children, and other dogs;
Oh, Brutis had so much charisma, so much charm,
I can see him walking with that wee hop in his step.
But, Dachshunds have delicate backs,
and Brutis suddenly became paralyzed.
No surgery possible,
no other option ~
So, he said goodbye and I love you Brutis today,
you were a little warrior- now, go get your wings !
Oscar was from Argentina,
Buenos Aires city:
his “go to” word was “lindo, lindo”:
Spanish word for ‘pretty’.
‘Lindo’ if you use big words,
‘lindo’ if you cuss:
´lindo’ is the garden gate,
‘lindo’ is the bus.
Oscar went to buy a pet,
to keep him company:
he walked into the poodle shop –
“how much for a bee?”
“One moment please. We don’t sell bees.”
The clerk heard Oscar speaking.
Perhaps his English needs some help
to get the pet he’s seeking.
“Chihuahuas, dachshunds, corgis too:
simply place an order:
we’ll get a husky, if you want:
we’ve friends across the border.”
But Oscar didn’t take the bait.
He didn’t want a puppy,
or marmoset or guinea-pig,
or parakeet or guppy.
“I’ve seen the bee that’s just for me:
he’s lindo, lindo, lindo:
here’s my money – get it done –
he’s right there, in the window!”
Dora and cheeku
Charming pair of brave dachshunds,
Very possessive and stubborn,
Grew up with my only son,
Envious of my love for him,
Running around was a part of play,
Rolled and giggled the whole day,
Ignored if, they would sit in a corner,
With drooping faces of a mourner,
Day, burglars broke into, was calm,
as thief ran to their wake up alarm,
Took cheeku away along with them,
Dora kept digging garden crying for him,
No foods or feasts could console,
Even the police failed to prove their role,
We died each day with her rising passion,
Loneliness had turned into obsession,
Till she too disappeared the other day,
after turning garden into a heap of clay,
Parting was unbearable to our hearts,
Tears of grief tearing our souls apart,
Comical clowns that once gave us smiles,
Must have found peace or travelled miles,
Memories haunt as those lovely days we recall,
Adorable pets, I still feel them leaning against the wall.
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Rewritten Sept 12th, 2015
For contest " My pet" by broken wings
Originally written Jan 21st, 2015- Daschunds
Awarded 10th place win
As a pup she sailed through the air
Jumping from chair to chair
An eagle's elegant poise void
Just a thud 'pon the air
Those short legs carried her swiftly
As her chest drug the ground
Most all small furry creatures drew
A bristle and grrrr sound
Her red coat matched her fiery growl
As enemies she faced
Until that brave cat stood her ground
And a red dachshund chased
The moral of this story is
Don't get all bristled up
You might meet your match dear friend
In a small dachshund pup
Sponsor: Rob Carmach
Contest: Dachshunds
Written: January 26, 2015
I puppy sat and now dog sit my daughter's dachshund
Her personality is still the same fiery..
Fiery can have either two or three syllables
I used it as two..
This is a form of Poulter's measure..
Dachshunds
Charming pair of brave dachshunds,
Possessive and stubborn,
Grew up with my only son,
Always jealous of my love for him,
Playing games with lot of wit,
Full of humour they were a perfect fit,
Till a day burglars broke into the house,
Defying their skills of suspicion and hunt,
Took away one along with them,
The other kept digging the garden in search of him,
No praise or treats could console,
Even the police failed to prove their role,
We all died each day with rising passion,
Loneliness had turned into obsession,
Till the other disappeared too the other day,
after turning garden into a heap of clay,
Parting was unbearable to our hearts,
Teary eyes, grief tore our souls apart,
Comical clowns that gave us smiles,
Must have found peace or travelled miles,
Memories haunt and turn to torrents,
Lost are the lively days with Dachshunds !
Written Jan 21st, 2015
For contest "Dachshunds" by Rob carmack
Awarded 5th place
Now entered for contest "your fav old poem #2" by Shadow Hamilton
Awarded 2nd place
Entered for "I love my pets" poetry contest by Laura loo
Awarded 2nd place win
I am not a dog lover, although dogs are cute,
I'd rather have none of these
around the house...the last one I had
was a dark-blonde dachshund:
he refused to obey a single rule,
he wanted to eat crackers and cheese!
Dogs lovers, I apologize for having made such a comment...
for having said an awful thing about my disobedient dog;
I still love dogs, but I've no patience to train them:
while they run around and bark at a burning log!
I agree they should abide by those strict rules, but
a soft guy like me simply is unable to enforce them!
Dogs are like gorgeous children that some adore more than a gem,
and if they rip apart your expensive kids' stuffed toys,
don't punish them with harsh words and alienate them;
readers, don't flood my inbox with outrageous comments:
you have your likes and dislikes; even perfect characters have a rip!
I hope other dachshunds haven't heard what I said about Ranger,
they will surely show up at my door and start a vicious doggy war!
Ah! Here they come! I must call the Animal Attack Hotline...help!!!
I saw a tap-dancer with
Squirming sheaf of vigor
Toes tapping as if dancing.
Is he hoping for a rendezvous?
His Dachshund-clan romance?
Prancing around like ponies
With gentle nose, silent eyes
With sweet licks and nuzzles.
Care free clan, if they like it
It can never be of anyone else.
If they take it anything from anywhere
It’s theirs and of nobody else’s.
The four legged hairy puppets
With all the fascinating features.
I don’t think a dachsie thinks of money
Or fame or other worldly pleasures
But thinking of the pure love of God
Remembering always those moments
By waggling his tail with pure love and joy.
When He made him to brighten up
The day of Adam and Eve and then
Christening them as “dog”, a reflection
Of His own as one looks into the mirror.
January 20, 2015
Form : Free verse
Contest:Dachshunds
Sausage some call me
I beg to disagree.
I know I am not tall
In fact I am quite small
My body long and thin
About which I never grin.
Low to the ground
Is how I trot around
Floppy ears hanging down
Makes me look like a clown.
I will make a wish upon a star
It’s not supposed to matter what you are
Time for a change Kit and caboodle
I wish I was a stately poodle.
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~
Premiere Contest #13 sponsored by SKAT
He was just a little wiener;
our precious little pup
and I was just a toddler,
when my breakfast, he did sup.
How he loved his burgers;
ham he loved, as much.
He could quickly murder
bologna, cheese and such.
I toddled along behind him
his tail, I held in brace.
He didn't mind my toddler whims,
when we were face-to-face.
He was just a little wiener;
a playful little friend.
He had the best demeanor
and we loved him, to the end.
Entered in contest: Dachshunds
Sponsored by: Rob Carmack
1-15-15
Dachshunds
I don’t mean to be ….GGRRRRRR
un-grrrrrr-ateful…
to the genetics of the genome…BUT
my legs are too short
my body’s too long
my gut hangs so low
I can’t wear a thong
my ears….they get stepped on
by me….not by others
I can’t scratch my nose
only my brothers
and don’t even ask
in the snow…..what I do
for before I can circle
the whole thing turns…..blue
with legs oh so short
you may think it funny
to see me pass by
a skateboard ‘neath my tummy
then there are those
who dare to suggest
that I was conceived
during Octoberfest
My head may bulge out
and my tail may bulge in
but I’m a damn good looking dog
for the shape that I’m in.
submitted to Rob Carmack – Dachshunds – Poetry contest
1/14/21015
Small little Molly
Waddles around in the yard
Center attention
Birth of two children changed things
We forgot, Molly!!! Outside!!!
1/4/2015
Contest: Dachshunds
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Two small dachshunds
Fill my soul
They have their own
personalities
One named Rocky
Cute silver dapple
Smiles as he runs
And eats with delight
The other named Gavin
A tiny terror as he thinks
He's bigger than his bite
His joyous times
Are also running and rolling
Chasing birds and anything
That moves
These are my loves as they
Continue to grow
I'm a proud dog parent
Seeing and being
With them
Brings me great joy
Patches of choco brown and black wrap my fur
with long hotdog body, I roll in loops,
“ Hershey” is what they fondly name me
flopping ears as mice and ants rush for a kill…
and with the kids, nose snuggles for tickle feast
while Mom runs amuck with suds on her hair;
these bug me, bathing and trimming of nails.
When holidays come, it’s fashion show time
like a German spy, I nibble the costumes
feigning sleep as teeth snarl those threads!
Loyal and cute, my almond eyes wink to charm…
but bark I do when strangers knock , and Hannah,
our neighbor trembles as I “arf” at her mere scent.
I love to sneak out the gate to play and goof off;
one day, a runaway thrill off the street did harm…
a rogue snatched me , bugged my neck
hearing faint shouts, “ Hershey, come back!”
Oh,I miss the awful hair washes, patter of kids’ feet,
warm cuddles, and dog gone evening tricks.
For eight years, I reigned as a Weenie princess…
Now, I look at the stars and touch my family’s faces.
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*it’s been 3 years since our dachshund, Hershey,
got lost. My nephews and I miss her!
rob carmack's Dachshunds Contest
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