It was eight years ago that we
Brought home with us a brand new pup;
She tipped the scale at just two pounds
And could sit in a coffee cup.
Her fur was long and shiny black,
A beauty queen by any tally;
She soon became a part of us
And we, in due course, named her Sally.
She walks with me around the yard,
Sometimes ahead; sometimes behind.
Sometimes she walks all by herself,
Or watches me, as I unwind.
She often seeks to catch my eye
Then sprawls out right across the trail,
Presenting herself for some pats,
Then thanks me with a wagging tail.
Her moods swing wide from highs to low;
Sometimes she's frisky as can be,
But other times, in pensive moods
She'll press her chin upon our knee.
And, if we're sad, she'll be sad too
And lay a paw upon our shoe
And with her antics will imbue
Her love which says, "I'm here with you."
We never have to look for Sally;
We just need to reach out a hand,
And she'll be there in easy reach
To lick a finger when she can.
She always helps me with my socks
And if I'm slow, she'll grab and run,
Then sock and Sally are a blur,
As she scampers to have some fun.
It's hard to measure love and joy
But, we just know it when it's there.
And Sally brings them both to us
In quantities we richly share.
I do not dwell on gloom and doom
But when, in due time, my light fails
I would be very pleased to see
My old friend standing by my trail.
Boyd Wheeler
We have a new puppy, a minature toy poodle,
she's not even as big as a macroni noodle.
She's cinnamon in color, that's why her name,
and she has a very special game.
If I get down on my knees, it's not to pray,
her thoughts are now it's time to play.
She'll bark and run around real fast,
sometimes you can't see when she's gone past.
But she's so cute, she is such a doll,
even if she is only 4 inches tall.
She always sleeps upon the bed,
by crawling under the covers to hide her head.
Jim Garman
Beneath my bedroom window
A sort of scraping sound
I went downstairs, opened the door
And do you know, what I found.
A ball of fur, a waggly tail
2 lovely big brown eyes
A little hound that's what I found
I mean what a surprise.
Black and tan, a Doberman
Velvety and sweet
But how did he just get to be
Lying at my feet.
I picked him up
He snuggled close
Oh! boy I'd found a friend,
And me a poor old lonely soul
My loneliness could end
"Where'd you come from laddie?"
I whispered in his ear
What a blooming miracle
That you just did appear.
I was feeling down you know,
Stressed and ready to
Put a noose around my neck
And end it all, till you
Came, and whimpered at my door,
You've made me feel complete
That's how I met dear Dobbyman
Ain't our story neat!
Rex Tyler