*Friendship's Tapestry*
So
often when I think of you and all the times we shared
My heart is filled with thankfulness
to have a friend who cared
Enough to listen to all the joys and trials.
You're being there has been enough to change
my tears to smiles.
The subtle
love between two friends is so hard to define,
especially when one is human and one is canine
It is not a square or circle or even a straight line.
It's somehow like a tapestry with colors soft and bold
Yet deep within the
weaving there are tiny threads of gold.
Yes, rare and oh so lovely Are
your friendships' threads of gold.
For they will
last a lifetime and then when my story's told.
Someone will hold
my tapestry and turn it towards the light,
And tiny points, those threads of gold will gleam
and shine so bright.
And they may think - it's just
a thread like green or red or blue-
Perhaps they'll never ever
know that golden thread was you.
I've been thinking lately
how you've touched my life just so -
Of how you are so dear to me - with your warm heart
and cold nose-
That even when you're next to
me or though we're miles apart
Your golden thread of friendship
still will weave within my heart.
--Author Unknown
THE JUDGE
A judge's life
Is the life for me,
Picking the winners,
One, two, three.
Flying here and flying there,
I'll fly first class everywhere.
The best of food, the finest rooms,
Wealth and fame, overhead it looms.
I'll make new friends,
By the score
They'll all come running
When I'm on the floor.
The compliments will come,
One, two, three.
I'll be so popular.
Lucky Me!
May I get you a pop?
May I open the door?
Would you like my seat?
Would you like anything more?"
A judge's life,
Is it for me?
Withold the ribbons
On one, two and three.
The plane has a propeller.
The pilot is blind.
I don't see first class.
I'm losing my mind.
Thank goodness we landed!
Now, where is my room?
Over there in the closet,
Right next to the broom?
I'm very hungry.
I'm getting thinner.
Here comes supper.
Yuk! It's a TV dinner!
We're at the show.
Now for wealth and fame.
The show went broke.
Hey you, what's your name?
Get your own pop.
Get your own door.
You're the dummy.
Dumped my dog before!"
There's more to being a judge
Than at first I thought.
Perhaps I'll think it over,
Return the suit I bought.
I don't know how you do it.
I don't know how at all.
You must be damned crazy
To be a judge, at all!
© Carol Kufner
Winwood Kennels
German Shepherds

SHOW DAY
I'm a German Shepherd puppy,
Just starting my career.
I find it very funny,
The things I see and hear.
The rings are just gigantic,
As far as I can see.
I get to run my fastest,
At speeds over 103.
I often look behind me,
My handler is tiring fast.
Sometimes it looks doubtful,
If the poor soul will last.
It must be hard for handlers,
To run at such a pace.
I find it very funny,
To see their red face.
The judge has now said halt,
Darn good thing I think.
My handler is getting sweaty,
He's giving off a stink!
Oh no, here comes the awful part
What I go through to be a star.
Hey wait just a minute,
My legs don't stretch that far.
My handler grabs my mouth,
Yanks it open for all to see.
The judge is counting teeth,
Didn't nobody ask me!
Oh look, I see my Mom,
She's jumping up and down.
The judge looked at Mom,
With a very horrible frown.
Now we're running round again,
The judge has yelled slow.
My Mom called my name,
But now where did she go.
I run my little heart out,
Everytime I hear my name.
But every time I get there,
She's gone and moved again.
The judge has made his choices.
Hurray, he pointed to me.
Can I please have my rosette,
I have to go out and pee.
The show is now all over.
I really did my best.
My handler is going home, he said,
He really needs a rest.
The rosette is on the mantle.
My head's on Mom's lap
I know I made her happy to-day,
Now I'm going to take a nap.
© Carol Kufner
Winwood Kennels
German Shepherds
New Year's Resolutions made by your dog.
Have a torrid, one night stand with a street mutt.
I will no longer be beholden to the sounds of the can opener.
Take the time from my busy schedule and smell the behinds.
I will not chase the
damned stick unless I actually see it leave his hand.
Kill the sock! I must kill the sock!
Call PETA and tell them what that surgical mask
wearing freak does to us when no one is around.
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