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The Little Dog ( Scotty )
I’m only a small female
Little legs you see
The other two are huge
Males big pawed and hairy
Great tongues lolling
But they protect me
They are nice to me
I’m only small
The human is a giant !
If I look straight ahead
I can only see the shins
And while the other two are off
Galloping and romping
I am trotting behind
Little legs you see
But the human
He waits for me
I think the human is male
He must be
As I feel so drawn to it
And its kind hands
And kind eyes
He must be male
I am female
I know these things
I love to go out walking
The human he takes us all
All three !
I have to skip over boulders
Which to them are just pebbles
And sometimes all of them
Have to wait for me patiently
Little legs with little paws you see
I love them all
Especially the human
And especially when he feeds me
Even more when he tickles my tummy
Do you know he built a little house for me
Just for me
I curl up on pillows at night
Nice warm and cozy
So because I love him
And even though I am rather small
I growl and bark
When he needs protecting
And I can see him smiling
So I know I am being a good girl
The human has a “ H U G E ” kennel
So big a dog could get lost in
And when he returns from being gone
He always lets us in
But never up those little floors
Which go to the place he uses for sleeping
Never mind
I am content
Like the other two
To curl on the soft fluffy bit of the floor
And wait dozing
Occasionally sniffing about
The place food is kept in
Till the time comes
For us all to go out walking
And then I can barely contain myself
In jumps and circles
While the other two are whimpering and whining
Time for them to go off running, snuffling and playing
While behind I follow
Steadily trotting
Little legs you see
But the human
He waits for me
Buddy the Dog and Baily the Cat,
walked down the street one day
when suddenly, in front of them they saw,
A Pug and a Squirrel, coming their way
Buddy the Dog looked at Baily the Cat,
and said" what do you make of that"?
"have you ever seen a Dog and a Squirrel"?
" it's not like a dog and a cat"!
Jackson the Pug, walked with Spike the Squirrel,
and they sang a merry song
as they rounded the corner, to their surprise,
to see what had come along
Jackson the Pug said to Spike the Squirrel,
" what do you think of that"?
" a dog and a squirrel is one thing"
" have you ever seen a dog with a cat"?
As the four came upon each other,
they wondered who'd speak first
when they came upon a puddle of water,
they all had a mighty thirst
Buddy and Baily arrived there first,
and they began to drink
Jackson and Spike, were soon to arrive,
It was Jackson, first to speak
He said" Hello my name's Jackson,"
" and this is my best friend Spike"
" we're both kind of thirsty,
we'd like to drink, if that's alright"
" Hello Jackson, my name's Buddy,
and Baily's, my best friend"
" Please, both of you , help yourselves,
there's more around the bend."
At the end of their conversation,
Buddy said" before you leave
Baily and I are having a party,
can you both come New Year's Eve"?
Jackson said" Can I bring Janis"?
Spike said " How about Virginia too"?
Buddy and Baily were filled with joy,
and said" bring both of them with you"
Now the four departed,
and went about their way
Buddy, Baily, Jackson and Spike,
all became, very good friends that day.
Boy these guys get around......Enjoy.....
Frogs and Dogs
There once was a dog that liked to eat frogs though it gave him indigestion.
He did not even care when the small children stared, or if they happened to ask a question.
He would jump on frog backs, have a green snack, and never give his confession.
Researchers would say, “Let the dog have his way. It's all part of ‘Natural Selection.”
But pet owners knew, it would make him turn blue, before death's toll said, “Collection!”
Frog-eating dogs will die in the fog if hunting and eating frogs in the bog. Connection!
Eliminate frogs catch tadpoles in their holes and remember to get directions.
For frogs in the bogs, which are eaten by dogs, can cause death. No resurrections!
Since this frog-killing plight might be a tough sight, before killing, seek information!
Whether freezing frogs eggs or chaining your dog, remember death brings insurrections.
Civil rights for dogs, for hogs or for frogs might lead you to a few connections.
Frog-eating dogs that play in the bog or roll over logs just might find death's reflections.
So before pets go down and are buried in the ground do your best to learn preservation.
Don’t kill all the frogs that eat mosquitoes in bogs; it's a chain of life stipulation.
Instead, teach your dog to stay out of the bog. He'll NEVER have frog consternation.
A plan of attack to keep dogs off of frog's backs at times might cause reservations.
Take responsible actions, separate frogs and dog; try using some dogie distractions.
The moral of this story is that dread and despair can be avoided with contemplation.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
December 6, 2009
The theme of this story
is a brown beagle puppy
with a blocky head, large ears,
a curved-up tail and white pawns.
I proudly mamed that gorgeous pooch:
Lucky...the hound that loves to smooch!
I was asleep, cuddled up in a warm blanket...
when I hear the bark of a dog, and
as the howl increased, the wind whipped the iced window;
and hurriendly went down stairs,
without putting my slippers on, so curious
to know where that high-pitched bark came from.
When the door slammed open, there surprisingly, I saw
a stranded, shivering beagle stucked in snow:
staring at me with innocent puppy eyes,
and I could tell he was hungry and cold;
he tried to lift his frozen and stiff paws, but he couldn't...
a quiver of sympathy gave me goose-bumps!
I picked him up and brought him in,
and he started to lick my face to thank me,
so affectionate and loving was that expression,
which I reminisce quite often, going back to that winter's evening.
I laid him in a small crate with a thick blanket, and he went to sleep;
how calm and happy was he, lightly snoring and dreaming!
The next day I took him to the nearest Animal Hospital,
and they gave him a warm bath, and how he loved that!
Yes, the beagle was out of danger and he was healthy,
like he was before he got lost and couldn't find his way home,
and since He had no tag on his collar, he couldn't be identified by name;
I wanted to keep this beautiful dog so badly...the playful dog I called Lucky!
This poem is inspired by and I guess coud be in conjunction With Andrea Dietrich's wonderful
little poem" Dog that Wears a Cone" so her's should be read first if you have not already!
We once had a Lab, black with white socks,
he was so very loveable, but I'm afraid,
dumber than a box of rocks.
For the third time that "houdini dog" got loose,
and for the third time got a bad case of porky quills.
That dog would often slip his noose.
Took him five days to get home from them hills.
The poor dog limped home almost dead,
Vet filled him with meds,
and stuck a cone on his poor little head!
and for two days he went through all Andrea said.
Then I came home and hurried,
Cause my wife called quite worried.
Seems loveable coneheaded Max acted quite sick,
it had been two days since he got into that fix.
And for two days he had not himself relieved!
We pulled off his cone so he was able to sniff,
and he made straightway for some trees,
he sniffed around and his leg he did lift...
and goodness gracious..how he peed!!!
Here she comes
Walking down the street
What's she wearing
Looking so neat
Lime green shirt
Really a treat
Black dress pants
The style she tweeks
Pride walking
Through the door
Keeps her stride
Even more
She looks good
She looks fine
Best in the neighborhood
What's that at her feet
A dog on a lease
He looks good
He looks fine
He finest kind
Prancing, dancing
Does many feats
Taunt goes the lease
He's running on those feet
The lease go taunt
Dog snatches
She suffers defeat
She looks daunt
The dog pulls, tugs
The lady lugs
She runs, he looks
Behind
Come on your mine
She looks daunted
She looks haunted
Who is walking who
The lady in lime green
Or the Chihuahua
Who thinks he can
Boss the whole neighborhood
(Saw a woman walking a chihuahua probably weighed 3 lbs. except he was walking her.
Thought of a song from long ago "There she comes walking down the street" don't
remember title or artist but thought I need to give credit here.)
Form:
I was a child of not more than nine.
Just one toy I wanted so very bad.
Wanted a doggy toy, I towed the line.
I knew if I didn’t get it, I would be sad.
The dog you see would swallow a ball.
Roll up his tongue, into mouth then caught.
A dog with a trick, no feeding, not bad at all,
This doggy would wag his tail, which I sought.
I crawled out of bed, early Christmas morn.
My parents told me, it’s too early you see.
I went back to bed, waited, as I’d sworn.
If I did not listen, nothing would be under tree.
My anticipation was so rampant, for this toy.
When I returned to open, presents at eight,
Tearing paper, checking, for my inner joy.
However, to my surprise, no doggy was my fate.
My sadness was real, my heart crushed today.
Though thankful, for what I had anyway,
We prepared to go to grandma’s house in zest.
Upon arrival, seeing my toy, this day was the best.
Written for
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Contest Name "TOYLAND"
My best friend is a dog named Murphy,
he has been by my side now for eleven
loyal years.
Murphy is such a strange dog,
lovable, but strange,
when a person gets the hiccups
people say boo, to get them to stop,
Murphy hates it when we get them.
So he starts to shake like crazy,
of course when we say boo,
it is even worse.
Never seen a dog get so ashamed
when he is praised, he puts his
paw out to you, he thinks he's
being punished.
Every time Murphy meets a new person,
he also puts out his paw to greet them.
He is scared to death of moths,
so when you say the word,
he starts to shake, he is
one strange dog.
Smartest dog I ever saw,
he knows who we are, so
even before we walk in
the door, if you mention
our names and say were
home, he will start to bark.
He may be one strange dog,
but he's my pal, love him
with all my heart and
would not trade him
for all the money in
the world.
wrote 8-6-08
Consider the chance meeting of a man and a dog on the street.
The man smiles and smacks his lips – a calming signal to the dog.
The dog, head down, tail at half mast, wonders what this stranger wants.
The man asks if he may pet the dog and the proud parent says sure, but a little hesitant.
He pauses, the dog strains at the leash.
The man squats and smiles and offers the back of this hand below the eyes of the dog.
No threat, no sudden moves, just soft words
and a quick glance at the undercarriage of the dog to determine the correct greeting.
Good boy...nope, Good girl.
The dog knows a dog lover and a possible friend.
The owner stands straight and proud of his four legged child
and the man sees himself in the eyes of the dog
and knows that he, too, would like to be greeted like this
on the street by a stranger, and clicked at, and lips would smack,
and he would be as calm and loved as the beast.
Chocolate brown, with smoldering bronze eyes.
A faithful companion, and a dog in disguise.
Half chocolate lab, and half red pit bull.
Calm as can be when we're having a staring duel.
The only dog I know, who falls asleep standing up.
She's been this way ever since she was a new born pup.
She'll sit in your lap like she weighs a mere five pounds.
Believe me, its just as funny to picture as it sounds.
We treat her like a part of the family, and not at all like a dog.
She's overweight, so good luck getting her to go for that healthy jog.
I wouldn't trade her for all the money in the world!
She'll always be my precious angel, my baby girl.
*Note* Truffles are my FAVORITE candy and we got our puppy right before Valentines day, so
being as she's half "chocolate" lab, eh why not name her "Truffles", so yes I know we are
strange, LOL!!!!