I love to watch my white cat and my ginger cat’s antics
They slyly creep, then naughtily or quickly dart away.
So different from our Australian Shepherd dog are they.
The dog is loving and sweet, but she lacks a cat’s finesse.
She always makes such messes and lacks the felines’ soothing purr.
I long to have my cats around to stroke their pretty fur.
I have to be content with the few rare times
when one or the other of the cats comes to me when I’m on my bed.
Then it’s often just because they’re wanting to be fed.
Ah, the white one I love so much - he’s come to me, merely for my touch!
Categories:
shepherd dog, pets,
Form: Rhyme
Lady was my shepherd dog,,
she was so kind and gentle
except to chickens down the lane
when she broke loose from her kennel.
Let's turn attention to a breed
that came from Pomerania.
Queen Victoria for such dogs
was seized by a lifelong mania.
On canine matters I'll not stray..
Long lectures are so stuffy.
Rather, it's my firm intent
to describe a dog called Fluffy
.
She shares with Pomeranians
a propensity to bark
but still she wins the hearts of all
when I take her to the park.
A dream has just revealed to me
that Fluffy and Lady have met.
Oh how I feared the next event
would see poor Fluffy dead.
You 'll never guess what happened..
The two became best friends.
To heaven they flew on a fluffy cloud
and here my story ends.
Categories:
shepherd dog, best friend, dog, pets,
Form: Light Verse
This morning I was looking at my dogs
My wife searched for these just by pictures
Got the bigger one about six years ago
The smaller one we just got four months ago
It occurred to me this morning
One is a Shepherd gather
He continues to walk around to gather
All of my family checking on us
Bringing joy and love to all
The new dog is a chiwinnie got him as a pup
The fiercest attitude born within
He goes next door to bark at German shepherds
Luckily they are in a fence and he is quick
Our shepherd dog helps us catch him
When he is stubborn and wants to do his own thing
In this story the meaning of this
Is I am gonna love this fierce chiwinnie
And watch him grow to be like
The Shepherd Dog full of joy and love
To settle that beast within he knows
Not where it came from
Categories:
shepherd dog, fate,
Form: Free verse
we left the farm in early morn
mom, pop, pet, sister and me
down winding tree-lined country roads
to find a Ferris wheel fantasy
ruts in the old dirt road we rode
bounced dad’s rusty red jalopy
Fritz, a spotted white shepherd dog
found travel his brand new hobby
fourteen miles from a quiet church
steel towers poked the morning sky
around the bend near trout stream glen
midway marvels caught my eye
noses found the animal barn
with new shorn sheep and gabby goats
pudgy pigs ten brown cows
new moan hay and horsey oats
mother sought sweet kettle corn
father went to where engines roar
mama fed us sausages
dad slipped off to more explore
creaky wooden roller coasters
calliopes and midway clowns
bumper cars and a carousels
cure the ills and fix the frowns
the special prize for all us kids
is not fried chicken on a stick
or stinky plop drop petting zoos
it is, the coolest rides we pick
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Categories:
shepherd dog, family, fun,
Form: Rhyme
german shepherd dog
my own big wheel bodyguard
loyal till the end
Categories:
shepherd dog, devotion, dog, remember,
Form: Haiku
July 1983, another phone call after midnight,
another long drive, your Shepherd-dog head
in my lap. How many people got lost that summer!
Late March 1986, by flashlight on dirt paths
of The Divide. Mine shafts in the dark. Then
you lifted your nose, scenting across the canyon.
Small child huddled under manzanita.
1985, Mexico City. High-rises shaken to rubble.
Flashlight through tunnels. Could you find anyone
alive? At night you slept against me for comfort.
Smell of death and concrete dust in your fur.
Almost winter 1988. Too old for searches,
you laid your chin heavy on my knee as I tied
my boot-laces. Brown eyes. This time I left you home.
1987, Yosemite. In last light, oak leaves golden
with fall. Your “woo-woo!” of Shepherd joy
led me into the darkening woods.
December 1988. How could I know, when I came back
sometime in the night, you’d be gone?
Categories:
shepherd dog, animals, death, time, me,
Form: Free verse