At 10 days there's but a glint,
    a hint of what lies behind
The lids, born seal'd.
At 8 weeks, the eyes so bright,
    sparkling with mischief,
Not a care in the world.
At 1 year they seek your approval,
    exchanging glances, a questioning look,
"Master, what is your bidding?"
At 6 years the gaze of experience,
    knowing, caring.
Responsibility to his owners.
At 9 a look of contentment,
    satisfaction.
Willing to let the quick pace
    belong to others.
At 12 there's but a glint,
    a hint of what lies ahead.
The eyes, they faintly smile, mostly hope
    they'll still be loved and cared for
Until the time the lids once again are seal'd.

Sue Hamilton
September 17, 1988


 

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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