That is what I call
her, my little Brandy girl,
love you baby, such a good
little dog, my best friend
in the world, my beautiful
little companion of mine
each night of the week
can find you resting so
deep in sleep by
my bed, during the
night your barking
awakes me, such a good
watch dog you are,
I get up, to find nothing there
but air in the wind or a falling
branch, but at times you have
barked at something that I saw.
Each morning I wake and there you are,
sleeping so soundly by my bed.
Feeling so good having you as my dog,
will enjoy these moments as long as I can
my dear Brandy girl.
written 4-24-11
about my dog Brandy a sweet Chow- Border Collie mix.
who i have had since 2004.
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"
When I can barely see the sun, I put on my clothes and get out the shot gun.
My bird dog is my shadow all full of excitement and love because he knows he'll soon be
able to run.
We load in the truck and drive to the site where we hunt pheasant with all our might.
My dog is my best friend. He knows me well, as he flushed up a rooster and the first one fell.
When we come home all tired and sore, we know the next day we'll be ready for more.
It doesn't matter how much time we spend, as there's nothing better than hunting with my
best friend.
My Pet
They say that a pet resembles its master,
but I don't believe that it's true.
When I walk with my dog,
he always walks faster.
When I eat a sandwich,
my dog eats a shoe.
My dog often scratches his head with his feet,
but, I use my hands, instead.
I tend to roll in bed when I sleep.
My dog rolls in anything dead.
I've never pooped in a clearing, or park;
I've never chewed on a bone;
When a squirrel climbs a tree, I don't stare up and bark -
I'd rather just leave it alone.
But I don't get fed, and watered, and rubbed,
and I don't get treats when I pee.
And I'm not, as quickly, forgiven and loved,
when someone gets angry with me.
They say that a pet is just like its master,
but I haven't seen any proof yet.
Personally, I think that would be a disaster.
Instead, I wish I was more like my pet.
Just over four years ago
A question was asked
Do we get a pet
And answer our ask
So we consulted the kids
As they gave us choices
For in our family
We listen to voices
A cat would be nice
But sadly not
As we have asthma in the family
So a cat was not sought
No bird or rabbit or even a fish
Was in the thoughts of our children's wish
One thought, that did spring to mind
A breed of dog of the most beautiful kind
They are small and cuddly
With different colours of coats
But the one we went for
And we forever dote
His name is Digger
Which is his Pedigree name
He is a Golden Cocker Spaniel
From dog show fame
Through good days and bad days
He is always happy and playing
Our most delightful pet
Who treats all days the same
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!!!
A Dog Named Bear
There once was a dog named “Bear”
He liked to run here and there.
When he went for a walk,
To his mistress he talked. And said,
“Come! Chase that frog over there."
“Bear! Back to my side,” Mistress cried.
Dogs that eat frogs often die!”
She walloped his hide.
He walked home by her side.
And spent the rest of the day by a chair.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
December 23, 2009
There’s dog poo on the carpet mum
There’s dog poo in the hall
There’s dog poo in the doorway mum
There’s dog poo on the wall
I don’t know how it got there
I haven’t got a clue
I only know its smelly
And it's even on my shoe.
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.)
I notice sometimes when I use the bathroom,
my dog decides to come in;
he'll stare at me and take a whiff,
and there he'll pause and surely sit!
He'll go around the toilet and curl up and lay
and all I could think of is his name,
the type dog he is could be the answer,
of why he likes to be in the bathroom.
Gizmo you odd Shiitzu!
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!!!!
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.
Brandy is a loveable kind of dog,
she demands attention, even
more than any dog deserves.
When anyone is lying on
the floor, she will come over
and sit on your head, arm or wherever
she feels like sitting.
You pat her on the head,
give her loving hugs,
then you stop, barking
begins, until you love her some more.
Her fur is a deep black color, so
shiny, her tail never stops wagging,
she has too much love in
her, for any dog to have.
She tries to give it all
away, but that is not
going to happen, she
is just too full of love.
wrote 8-21-08
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
Of a coon hound,
you have heard,
there's plenty around.
I have found
a very strange dog,
who's nothing but a moth hound.
When ever you see,
he sees a moth near by,
the moth trys to flee,
it isn't any match,
as my dog goes after the moth,
and makes a wonderful catch.
He eats it all the way,
and chews and swallows,
he looks at me, now he wants to play.
wrote 6-14-90 about my dog Brandon who in the summer of 1990 ate hundreds of moths.
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