Who can think what a puppy is for?
I know for sure, They make messes galore.
They lift up their leg, and mark on the chair,
Chew on your slippers, Cause they just don't care.
Ticks and feas make a home in their hair,
You wash and you shave them, Until they are bare.
Teeth fall out as they chew up the house,
No buttons are found on your favorite blouse.
They bark at the telly, and let up a roar,
Sometimes you push them right out of the door.
They run up the road and won't even come back,
You trudge on down and give them some flack.
To bed you go and they're right in the middle,
You wait and pray you'll not feel a piddle.
They lick at their body parts, then kiss your nose,
And deposit their breakfast, Right on to your clothes.
Well I guess puppies are to wrap arms around,
When all in world seems dismal and brown?
Yes, the simple joy of petting this hound,
Makes us all happy he's out of the pound.
Linda LaRae Adsitt
I had some movies to return -
just one more simple chore.
A sweet surprise, I soon would learn
came right to my car door!
She trembled with humility,
but trust me - she would dare -
so clumsy. . . no agility,
she sought me out for care.
With coal black fur and eyes to melt
my heart with just one look,
she sauntered slowly, then I felt
her lick me as I took
her in my arms - out of harms way,
this cold, gray parking lot.
She’s come into our lives today
Now puppy love we’ve got!
Anne Hamon
"Come go with us," my buddies said,
"Down to the old Town Hall.
The speaker there will tell of things
To benefit us all.
This learned gent will lecture long
On self-improvement ways,
And even how the least of us
Can brighten up his days."
"I think I'll sacrifice," I said,
"This opportunity;
And sit instead with my Old Dawg;
I learn from him, you see.
I've learned that friendship has no bounds
If it is really true;
And not to bite a friendly hand
If it is feeding you.
And Old Dawg taught me how to judge,
In picking out new friends,
While curled into a furry ball
And napping in the den.
He'd pull his tail in good and tight
When strangers would come near;
Until he knew, without a doubt,
There was no cause for fear."
Unlike Old Dawg, I never fret
About a stepped-on tail;
And quests for new acquaintances
Will certainly prevail.
But, there are times when I can feel,
From somewhere deep within,
A primal twitch that warns, "Take care
When meeting this new friend."
Boyd Wheeler