TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN

           United St Bernard Club Yearbook 1996-97
 
 

    They were not the type of buyers that you’d really planned
   But you shrugged off the doubt with their cheque in your hand
           The pup would hopefully, get love and care
      If you had said *No Sale* they would just go elsewhere
        About keeping in touch they gave you their word
        But after only one phone call no more was heard
            A few months later the pup was rejected
              Badly reared and training neglected
        He was passed to new owners who cared even less
          His temper got worse as he suffered distress
              He went yet again to a new address
           Now a problem dog and a thorough mess
          He was one of the many who end up in need
         Unhealthy, untrained - a disgrace to the breed
         St Bernards are NOT dogs for mass production
            What the breed needs is litter reduction
          PLEASE think of this when a bitch you mate
        And spare a thought for the puppies ultimate fate


 

Rescued Hearts

Taking care of rescue dogs
Is something I do best.
I know because I've done it,
And I've surely passed the test.
The dogs I've bathed, the food I've fed,
The vacuuming I've done,
And all to watch a frightened soul
Sit dreaming in the sun.
My own dogs I've neglected,
But I tell them everyday
That I love and cherish each of them
Though a new dog's come to stay.
I know they understand this,
For in their eyes I see
The love that I have given them
Come shining back at me.
Some people think I'm crazy,
Some others think I'm great.
But very few can understand
What really is at stake.
If I can love and help a dog
To find a better way,
My own life is much richer,
I look forward to each day.
So now you know my secret,
It's there for all to see,
The love I give, the life I save,
I do it all for me.
by Kathleen Parsons

An Old Faithful Dog Beside Him


          At this time of the year, with its joyous commotion,
             I can't help but get the most positive notion
         That with all the shopping and planning and cooking,
         There's something important we've been overlooking.
           Santa Claus and his reindeer get all of the glory,
           But there's certainly got to be more to the story,
        On his trip through the skies where no one has spied him
           There must be a faithful old dog there beside him.
              For Santa's the typical kind of a fellow,
            So kind and so happy and merry and mellow,
            Who'd not be contented without a companion
           To take on his flight over mountain and canyon.
              Santa's dog.. all a-quiver with anticipation
           As he watches the signs of the great preparation.
            His eager eyes shinning, his ears at attention,
             awaiting the moment of thrilling ascension.
           The reinders are harnessed, the pack overflowing,
           Old Santa climbs in, and it's time they were going.
           First, a dash to the pole (for the obvious reason),
            Then into the sleigh for the ride of the season.
            So Sing "Wuf" for the mistletoe, also the holly,
              This is the season when barking is jolly,
            And tails are a-waggin' and noses a-twitchin'--
          There's so much excitement from parlor to kitchen.
           Now, here is the secret--don't tell I've revealed it,
          For dogs through the ages have neatly concealed it--
           Every dog, on that night that we all love the best,
            Leaves a bone by the tree for his annual guest.


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