The Dog's Cold Nose

When Noah, perceiving 'twas time to embark,
Persuaded the creatures to enter the Ark,
The dog, with a friendliness truly sublime,
Assisted in herding them two at a time.
He drove in the elephants, zebras and gnus,
Until they were packed like a box full of screws,
The cat in the cupboard, the mouse on the shelf,
The bug in the crack; then he backed in himself.
But such was the lack of available space
He couldn't tuck all of him into the place;
So after the waters had flooded the plain
And down from the heavens fell blankets of rain
He stood with his muzzle thrust out through the door
The whole forty days of that terrible pour!
Because of which drenching, zoologists hold,
The nose of a healthy dog always is cold!
The Dog's Cold Nose
by Arthur Guiterman

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A Special Breed

There is a special kind of breed,
Not found just anywhere,
For sure not in a pet store,
Nor a puppy mill's dark lair.
At shows, this breed is legion.
Its gait is quite a strut.
Its locks are full of chalk and spray,
Great withers, flanks and butt
For one exception, it would
Always win the class,
Its confirmation has a flaw,
A heart too big, yet as
The competitions finish,
It's left standing at the end.
This breed's the Lord's protector
of His creation, man's best friend.
Author Unknown

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