Now our pups can romp together,
For they've grown up big enough
So twice each day we let them play
As long as they aren't rough.
We let them out to go outside,
and the 2 can hardly wait.
Each is afraid to get behind,
As they charge on through the gate.
I write this just to share a smile,
for a funny sight takes place.
Both pups push against each other,
To see who'll win their race.
They run on down the hallway,
And head for the doggy-door.
I wonder what will happen when,
They'll not fit through no more.
When that day comes, God forbid,
What EVER will they do
Bob and I will just make bets
To see who will beat out who.
But until then, as I write you this
I see as they're on their way.
2 butts pushing against each other,
As they race outside to play.
S is the Saliva that fills my mouth when you appear
Q is for the Quiver that my body does when you are near
U is the Under growl that comes from deep within my throat
I stands for the Intensity that builds as I pose myself to bolt
R is for the Rapid beat that pounds inside my chest
R is also for the Race we run - I love this game the best
E is the Enjoyment that I have when you run off
L is for my Laughter when I watch you chatter your unhappy scoff
An exciting thought popped into my head today,
While I sat watching two young puppies at play.
How much we could learn if we only would look
At these creatures who have never read a book.
Jealousy, hatred, gossip and greed
Are rarely found in dogs, no matter the breed.
What do they know that we do not?
Obviously, though they're not telling, quite a lot.
Of course, two pups may squabble over a bone.
But soon you will find it left all alone,
While the former combatants snuggle close, sound asleep.
Secure in the knowledge that their treasure will keep.
Warmth and closeness mean so much more to them,
Even though the battle will probably begin again.
It is more playful than serious, this game of tug
And will end again with them both asleep, close on the rug
When two humans decide they want the same thing,
Whatever the object, they both will cling
Grimly determined that each is right,
No matter how long, they continue to fight.
Let's look at those puppies, alseep at our feet.
Has either lost that treasure he tried so hard to keep?
Not really, as it lays just a few feet away
Not a treasure trove, just an object of play.
And the two little creatures? Are they content?
Completely and totally because their little souls are bent
Upon keeping this friend who plays this game with them,
And is still willing to snuggle again and again.
If only we could learn the great lesson here
Things are not precious, friendships are dear.
What good will this thing do us, this precious bone,
If we find ourselves left completely alone?
The next time I find myself wanting to fight,
I'll remember those puppies and, with all of my might,
I will try to give it up with a shrug
And hope to end up sound asleep, close on the rug.
Bev 1994