Long Chihuahua Poems
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My son called me at work to let me know
Murphy was ill, he didn’t have long to go
Then he called again later in the day
To let me know Murphy had passed away
Tears flowed freely in the afternoon
Guess I never believed he would die so soon
This dog brought joy wherever he went
Unconditional love, a life well spent
Sometimes I look at his picture and smile
Sometimes, alone, I cry for a while
I knew it would hurt when he had to depart
But I can’t understand how it ripped out my heart
Friend stopped me and asked “What’s going on?”
In a barely audible whisper I said “Murphy’s Gone.”
Dedicated to Murphy, my son’s Chihuahua
Who died on May 21, 2010
Cody was questioning the lettering on the doctor's plaque on the wall..
He asked me to write letters in cursive which I did ...
He said that the plaque's lettering was not anything like cursive..
Then he wrote in cursive "Once upon a time"
I wrote: "there was"
He wrote: "a Granny"
I wrote: "Who had a Chihuahua named Princess"
He wrote: " They were so alike that they both even had the same spoiled look on their face.."
I wrote: " Princess wanted a new coat and a new harness so we went to PetSense to shop..Princess wanted a rhinestone studded harness and a sequined coat..Of course, she got what she wanted its no joke"..Ha!!!Ha!!!Ha!!
Cody came away empty handed..Ha!!!
Just for fun...
Will a Chihuahua bark
Will a Chihuahua bite
Will a Chihuahua with a big dog fight
Cheeewaawaa...
Will a Chihuahua steal your sock
Will a Chihuahua have a favorite toy
Will a Chihuahua hide in the blankets boy
Cheeewaawaa...
Will a Chihuahua shake
Will a Chihuahua freeze
Will a Chihuahua do the big boy sneeze
Cheewaawaa...
Will a Chihuahua overeat
Will a Chihuahua wear clothes
Will a Chihuahua always want to be hold
Cheewaawaa...
Chihuahua tiny but living large
Chihuahua knows he's in charge
Chihuahua loves the one he does
Chihuahua small dog with big love.
The first lesson learned from a Chihuahua
was that I must please God at all cost.
I had no idea there would be a second lesson.
This time the Chihuahua was not talking by
barking.
The master has two areas they allow him to freely
roam, and the other areas are off limits. Gates
are installed in each area. But like we often say,
"Boys will be boys". Well, it's also true that 'dogs
will be dogs'. In other words, they will break rules
whenever they can.
On the same day of my first lesson, there was yet
another lesson from the Chihuahua. I observed him
attempting to leap over the gate in his master's
bedroom. He leaped once and then twice before he sat
for a while and began to analyze the gate, its size
and height. He was focusing on the relativity of his
leaping ability to the dimensions of the gate. He leaped
again, but failed. The Chihuahua soon learned that his
master was smarter than he and decided to stay put.
Yet again, God spoke to me through a Chihuahua by way
of his leaping legs. The message was crystal clear.
Just like the Chihuahua keeps trying to leap over
the gate and fails, but keeps trying. Just like
the Chihuahua who pauses, ceases, analyzes, scans
the dimensions, gathers data; and once again, takes
a giant leap and fails, but keeps trying. In like
manner, I must keep listening, looking, focusing.
I must not worry about winning and losing, about
success or failure. I must trust, and when I sense
that the timing is right, take the giant leap, even
if the conventional wisdom and data say that I will
never clear that gate.
How do you like that? There I was engaged in the
business of cleaning a client's home who had a
Chihuahua who speaks to humans by barking and
leaping. Who would have thunk it? What will
God think of next?
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I have a sassy little Chihuahua,
she can be a nut
and sometimes she misbehaves
and I spank her little butt.
Sometimes she's such a "Diva"
and thinks she is the "Queen"
and she can be so prissy
if you know what I mean.
I love her like she's my own,
and that might just sound strange
but no matter what I do
she never does complain.
She loves me without hesitance,
and protects me at all cost
she's got the "Napoleon" complex
and without her, I'd be lost.
We got her a little friend,
and she's a stinker too
and another little priss
which is nothing new.
They really do act like our kids,
and we already have three sons
I guess it just adds to the mix
when the day is done.
So with that being said,
it's not so hard to see
though she is just "Isabella"
she'll always be, my little IzzyB.
5/23/14-Jessica Thompson
His desire was for a kiss or two
Those eyes danced with a gleam
She turned her head a kiss to dread
Increased his sexual steam
Everyday he wanted to play
French kissing in his dreams
She refused his looks and advance
Those kisses made her scream
Hairy did persist wanting to kiss
The Chihuahua did scheme
While she did sleep he kissed her feet
His eyes now danced agleam
He loved those feet he chanced to kiss
Like Limburger cheese cream
She had rubbed her feet to deter
his feats, she wasn't on his team
Just of fun..
This did not happen but the female Chihuahua
has French kissed my husband while he slept..LOL>>ROTFL
1. A Chihuahua, a Pekinese, and a wolf, all circle a tree, sniff, and pee.
But only the wolf circles back and covers its tracks.
2. Even today, there may be more than one species of man.
That might explain why some “develop” real estate
And others are happy to trek across untamed land.
3. What does a tree say about you? (Never mind what we say about them.)
4. If a child was bent on destruction, and later as youth and man, he bullied the rabbit, razed the hill, and broke the creek, then we have us a psychological problem.
5. A fox in a man is not the same thing that a fox around his neck.
6. There are things one can do about gophers and pesky deer.
There are things one can do about men in black suits and shiny shoes
That read your land on a map.
7. There is little that nature can do against raping men except whisper
“Help” downwind.
Dog In A Purse
I have the very best pet, the absolute very, very best
There is no comparison he is better than the rest
Funny story how we met one hot day way out west
He was handed to me in a Prada Purse I must confess
I first thought him a pest but he quickly passed my test
He won me over in 2 seconds or less, oh but his name is a mess...
We named him Prada you see, yah after the purse, so you get it
He is a stud, definitely, all male but his name, yah I regret it
So I call him Pra-Dawg instead of Prada because of my own ego
Yep, uh-huh, he is a Chihuahua but not like any other that you know
He is happy go lucky, loves rubber duckies, isn't nervous and won't relent
He barks at big dogs at the fence, the backyard Prince, he's never tense...
He fetches the ball bringing it back to you, dropping it every time right at your shoe
He has this cute overbite when he chews, and loves to watch the evening news
He is lightening fast but not furious, flying around and so damn curious
He listens, obeys, won't run away, or worry us, he is really just super flus
No matter what he never goes potty inside, not even once has he tried
I am his Master, he is my guide, always and forever Pra-Dawg by my side...
02/26/2016
The scene unfolds before my eyes,
just past the crest of a small hill.
I realize that I’m soon to be
a witness to a tragic kill.
A little white Chihuahua dog
emerges from the trailer park.
She’s following a blue car out;
she has yappy little bark.
She cannot gain the driver’s ear;
the girl is talking on the phone.
I want to scream, to shout alarm.
The dog needs help, but there is none.
I pass the scene, look for a turn,
a break to swing the car around.
I’m quickly back to where she is,
only to watch the white dog bound
Along beside the car into
the highway and the median;
she’s barking still; the girl won’t see.
I fling the door and start to run.
The girl drives off, now just the dog
is standing there, right in the gap.
I’m on the ground, I plead with her
to get her to come to my lap.
She’s terrified and shaking hard,
so close and then to dart away.
The cars and trucks are whizzing by;
I beg, I plead, I even pray.
A moving truck then crests the hill
just as she darts back to the park.
I stand, I try to wave them off.
Her chances: bleak; her terror: stark.
They see me, brake, the slightest pause,
enough to watch her safe across.
I get back in my car and leave,
just thankful that there was no loss.
A few brief moments, all it took
to play slow motion ‘fore my eyes.
The stuff of which nightmares are made;
a horror play in thin disguise.
Some Chihuahua dogs are hateful but you weren't hateful in the least.
You were a very special dog and it's painful because you're deceased.
Just one month ago today, you were still alive.
It's sad and heartbreaking because you didn't survive.
I didn't realize that you were sick until it was too late.
I lost a terrific dog and it's something I'll always hate.
I was hoping you'd survive long enough for me to take you to a vet.
But the animal hospitals were closed and it's something that I regret.
You were wonderful and it was painful to watch you die.
When a man loses a great dog, it's hard to say goodbye.
Your life came to an end in the evening on the ninth of December.
You were my Sweetie Pie and you're a pet who I'll always remember.
(Dedicated to Hazel who passed away on December 9, 2023)