Tale of a Brood Bitch

                                  Author Unknown
                          You buy a bitch, a winning thing’
                        And make her a champion in the ring.
                      She’s sound, she’s lovely, dysplasia free,
                          You want to breed her carefully.
                        Taking lots of time, you look around,
                       The stud ,ust be both typey and sound.
                          You study the pedigree ‘till blind,
                           Building the litter in your mind.
                            Several possibilities appear.
                         You write back “My dog’s the best”
                         Although the stud fee’s out of sight,
                         You breed the bitch, the die is cast.
                         The next nine weeks don’t go fast.
                    Of course, she whelps in the middle of the night.
                         With luck and care it turns out right.
                       The next eight weeks you fret and strain,
                          Feed and scoop in driving rain.
                       You take care with the homes they get.
                       This one is a show dog, this one a pet.
                        New owners call with problems dear,
                         You’re on the phone for half a year.
                     AT LAST, the moment you’ve longed to know,
                       Your pups have come to their first show.
                         They all look fine, not one’s a dud.
                          Then from behind you comes…..
                         “WOW - WHO’S THE STUD ????

MY HEART HAS A TAIL

          I made a discovery, just today; something so amazing in every way.
   It was when you bounded towards my face, kissing and wriggling all over the place.
                       And I held you very, very close to me,
                        experiencing euphoria, endlessly.
                  It seemed that all at once, our hearts became one
                    and together we were having so much fun.
                      I could no longer keep my perspective;
                       the two of us became almost reflexive.
                       Yet when I see you running around,
                      you don't need words to make a sound.
                        I know that you love me very much
                       with a loyalty no human can touch.
                    That's why I believe you've become my heart
                    and no one earthly force can keep us apart.
                      We understand each other so very well;
                    Surely my heart has a tail, or can't you tell?
                               author unknown

ROSES ARE RED

                          Roses are red Violets are blue,
                              This poem’s for you
                           And other Dog lovers too...
                                 Puppy is Red,
                               My skin is all blue,
                              He attacks my shins
                           And bites through my shoes.
                                 Puppy is red
                             Don’t make him blue,
                              Get that meal ready
                              Or he’ll sass at you.
                                 Kongs are red
                              The toy box is blue,
                           You’d think he’d like them
                                Wouldn’t you?
                                 Puppy is red
                              His last toy was blue.
                               You won’t find it
                            Till you pick up his poo.
                                 Roses are red
                            We don’t have any more.
                               He ate the last one
                        After he crashed through the door.
                                 Puppy is red
                            He teethes on your face,
                               Chews on the bed,
                             Toys all over the place!
                                 Puppy is red
                                He’s full of life.
                             He tackles everything
                                Mostly my wife...

author unknown

The Working Dog

         My eyes are your eyes,
        To watch and protect yours.
          My ears are your ears,
     To hear and detect evil minds in the
                dark.
          My nose is your nose,
    To scent the invader of your domain.
         And so that you may live,
          My life is also yours.
                   Author Unknown

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