My day is long
But yours is too
So much time
And so little to do
I'm home at five
Your happy at the door
I look behind at the mess on the floor
I thought work was over,
But this is just the start
What I call disaster
You call art
The cupboards have been pulled open
There's potatoes on the floor
I hesitate to walk on
But I know there must be more
The couch has been rearranged
The coffee table has been cleared
The newspaper been ripped to shreds,...and
Why do I smell beer?
The bathroom trash has been emptied
There's pawprints in the tub
Someone's been flossing again,
I can see it on the rug
My bedroom door is open
Do I dare look inside?
There's not much you could do now
That would catch me by surprise.
My clothes are hanging off the lamp
My hat collection's missing
My book has pages torn out,...you know
The good parts where there's kissing.
I cover my eyes and give up for good
I must have done something really bad
To deserve this canine hood
My house is a wreck
As it is everyday
All from boredom and puppy play
You smile at me
And wag your tail
You've got to be really cute
To make this one sail
You see me laugh
You lick my face
My love for you
Has always been your saving grace
You raise a paw to my knee
Looking at me with a doggie plea
"Glad your home
It's been a long day
It's time to relax
Let's go out and play!"
Submitted: Wed, 3 Sep 1997 13:06:23
From: ahill@cotf.edu (Amy Hill)
I buried my puppy today. He was
everything you could ask for.
No matter how much I asked of him his
reply was always a lick and wag.
I brought him into this world thinking
his pedigree should be fantastic for
show.
The structure was there, the attitude great,
the hips and elbows good--everything I thought in the bag.
Until the day I asked too much, and
found him seizuring in his pen.
His legs and body so stiff, the look in his
eyes so distraught and sad.
You try the medications and you
say not in my lines.
You do your best to hide the truth, when really
we're all to blame.
Our pedigree's problems are very bad.....
So to each and all of the breeders out
there,
Stud owners, breeders of one or many
litters-whatever you may be.
Please I ask you to not hide the problems
for my sweet puppy lying under
the weeping willow tree.
By Tari Krider
Reprinted with permission