Puddles Poem

There is a puddle on the floor
'Tis plain for all to see.
Now, is that puddle H20,
Or is it K9P?
from Northstar Dalmatians in Coastal Southern California - jennings@vcnet.com

In Loving Memory of Bear

There was a pretty Pom whose name was Bear,
I never quite told my wife just how much I cared.
But now that she's gone I'm experiencing a tremendous loss,
This dog was the "ALFA" even though she knew I was the boss.
She was a very important part of my everyday life,
Viewed as a family member with her daughter Cookie and my wife.
I miss her so much because of what she meant,
Always came back no matter how bad I'd vent.
She gave me something called "unconditional love",
A feeling I'll miss now that she's in the heaven above.
Some people can't understand why a dog would mean this much,
It's because Bear occupied a part of my heart that no one ever touched.
Even though it was my wife who had Bear for fourteen years,
Her loss has caused me to shed a thousand painful tears.
You see Bear was twelve years young when my wife and I got married,
So we didn't have a lot of time together before our dog was buried.
I'm thankful for the time we had and the memories of our time together,
Bear is in my heart now and it is there she'll be forever.
By Steven Rosenthal

 

Puppy Love

My puppy came to our house one day,
She seemed to be smiling in a funny type of way.
She looked at me with her big soft eye's,
And seemed to say...
I love you! suprise!
The days went by and she grew and grew,
She was so special to me and still she seemed like new.
She ran and played with me all day,
She never tired she so loved to play.
She barked and fetched the balls I threw,
And when night came she never seemed through.
She would snuggle with me all night long,
She loved to hear me laugh and sing her a song.
She is still with me now though she's tired and weak,
She is still the best, the best I think.
Submitted by: Sharlene Spotz

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