A DOG OWNERS PRAYER

O Lord don't let me once forget
How I love my trusty pet ---
Help me learn to disregard
canine craters in my yard,
Show me how to be a buddy
even when my sofa's muddy,
Don't allow my pooch to munch
postal carriers for lunch,
Shield my neighbor's cat from view'
guide my steps around the doo,
Train me not to curse and scowl
when it's puppy's night to howl.
Grant I shan't awake in fear
with a cold nose in my ear'
Give me patience without end ---
Help me be "A Dog's Best Friend"!
Author Unknown


 

  LITTLE DOG LOST

                                   by Rosemary Turner

                             When you died late last year
                           I had no words, just silent tears
                       Your loss blew a hole right through my heart
                          Crushed my spirit and tore me apart

                          For there was no place left to hide
                               After you had left my side.
                        The pain rose up from a deep dark hollow
                     Where souls are lost, and the words won't follow.
                                                Goodbye  Peppie!
                                                Rosemary Turner



 

 SCAMP

                                     by Rex Tyler
 

                        In Battersea there is a home for Doggies,
                        Those, that are put out, or found somewhere,
                        Deciding we could have a pal about the house
                        We took a day off work to go down there.

                        So many little faces looked us up and down,
                        A catalogue for each was shown and we,
                        Saw a little mongrel in the corner
                        He had been starved, and beaten constantly.

                        He whimpered, as we said we'd like to look at him
                        He licked my hand, his eyes were wet, but he,
                        Clearly was so sorrowful a fellow
                        And nervous, yes especially of me.
                     The previous man who'd had him had mistreated him
                        Kicked him, his poor face hair was all grey
                        But both of us decided that we wanted him
                    His name was "Scamp" that's what the sheet did say.

                        At home we'd bought a basket with some cushions
                        A soft ball he could play with, and a Bowl
                        We fed him, gave him water and we watched him
                        He clearly was a sad and tortured soul.

                        He whimpered, all the first night,
                                                and had nightmares,
                        His little legs would shake as if he tried,
                        To run away, he'd growl and whimper softly
                        And on the 9th Day with us, Scamp just died.

                        My wife had got up very very early,
                        Deciding it was such a lovely day
                        We'd take him to the forest for his "walkies"
                        But he'd already gone ahead to play.

                        To where all sick and tortured creatures go,
                        When their poor hearts cannot take the strain
                        We tried so hard to help the little fellow
                        But he was clearly in just too much pain.

                        Although we only had him for a short time
                        The Vet we took him to, advised us he,
                        Had clearly been so very badly treated
                        That any further life was not to be.

                        His last few days were not caged in the dogs home,
                        But with a loving couple and he thought
                        At least Scamp had some comfort on his passing
                        And we were there to give him some support.

                        To make the final journey up to Heaven,
                        Better, just enough strength to depart
                        Scamp was really such a lovely fellow, and
                        His memory is forever in our heart.

                                                Rex Tyler



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