You stared at me with pleading eyes,
That soulful stare was just my kind.
Your golden heart that can tell no lies
Was singing the same song as mine.
And when I'm down, you'll try to help,
By laying on my knee your velvet paw,
And when I return, your joyful yelp,
Will surely greet me at the door.
I know you're the perfect friend,
And I hate to leave you all alone.
I tried, I cried, I want you but then,
Mother wouldn't let me take you home.
Shing Khor
What the hell's she giving me,
she's chewed it all before,
She thinks that I'm her dustbin,
it's often on the floor
Us dogs get bowls. Oh! yes its true
for often on it reads
DOG in case the old girl puts
her cornflakes thereand feeds.
My cans are stacked along the wall
Turkey, Rabbit, Lamb
Seafood, Beef, beyond belief,
she gives me half chewed Ham
She wants to share what she don't want
and yea share it with me
Is it really sharing? she is just lazy.
Instead of getting up she'd rather
throw it on the floor
I am really so upset
each day I feel more sore.
"Here BOY" it's really lovely,
Come and have taste
If it's really lovely
why does it go to waste!
What the hells she giving me,
the Lamb from yesterday,
The flies got there before me,
it stinks, there is no way
I'm gonna chomp on that stuff,
I'll get out of the house
I'll try to catch a starling
or a vole or little mouse.
I'm just taken for granted,
a Guard Dog gets no say
I have to take on burglars
and frighten them away
But do I get the business,
some chicken nice and sweet
No, I get the fly blown muck
that falls between her feet.
I'm sad, and getting thinner,
despite the piles of cans
Today she chucked me lettuce leaf,
I'll tell you I've got plans
To clear off, leave her on her own,
for I can't eat this stuff
What the hell's she playing at,
Life is just too rough!
Rex Tyler
Beware of Dog, the placard said,
Attached there to the fence.
To see the dog was proof to me,
The placard made no sense.
He must have stood eight inches tall
From padded paw to shoulder,
And from the way he moved about,
Methesuleh was no older.
His hair was soft and kinky brown;
His eyes deep set -- imploring --
His stubby tail wagged back and forth,
As though the sign deploring.
He'd lick the hand of those who'd stop
To scratch a silky ear
As if to say "Heed not the sign --
There's nothing here to fear."
I tell you, folks, there's one thing sure,
If that old dog were mine,
I'd feed him "A" grade Alpo,
And I'd burn that silly sign.
Don Tidwell