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This section, titled "Cyberpups" is a collection of poems,
"doggy knowledge" collected from various sources and authors,
as well as the best part -- photos of my friend's pups (I call
them pups whether they are pups or not).
I hope you enjoy this section, as well as its mirror pages,
on the subject of cats, which are also pictures from my
friends and their feline babies.
(Enjoy!!)
PLEASE NOTE: I have no copyright information on this poem.
I found it on a poetry site for dogs. I have given copyright
credit to Mr. Stewart. If anyone can give me any further
information, or whether or not it is legal to post this
poem on my site, please do so. I do not wish to be guilty
of "internet theft", or of breaking any laws.
A DOG NAMED BEAU
He never came to me when I would call
When he was young
Discipline was not his bag
He bit lots of folks from day to day,
He set the house on fire
On the evening walks, and Gloria took him,
He would charge up the street with Mom hanging on,
But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks
We are early-to-bedders at our house --
He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs,
And before very long
And there were nights when I'd feel him
And there were nights when I'd feel this stare
He would wake up at night
And now he's dead,
And there are nights when I think
Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,
Copyright Mr. Jimmy Stewart
Unless I had a tennis ball.
Or he felt like it.
But mostly he didn't come at all.
He never learned to heel
Or sit or stay
He did things his way.
But when you were with him things sure didn't drag.
He'd dig up a rosebush just to spite me,
And when I'd grab him, he'd turn and bite me.
The delivery boy was his favorite prey,
The gas man wouldn't read our meter,
He said we owned a real man-eater.
But the story's long to tell,
Suffice it to say that he survived
And the house survived as well.
He was always first out the door.
The Old One and I brought up the rear
Because our bones were sore.
What a beautiful pair they were!
And if it was still light and the tourists were out,
They created a bit of a stir.
And with a frown on his face look around
It was just to make sure that the Old One was there
And would follow him where he was bound.
I guess I'm the first to retire.
And as I'd leave the room he'd look at me
And get up from his place by the fire.
And I'd give him one for a while,
He would push it under the bed with his nose
And I'd fish it out with a smile.
He'd tire of the ball
And be asleep in his corner
In no time at all.
Climb upon our bed
And lie between us,
And I'd pat his head.
And I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there
And I'd reach out my hand and stroke his hair.
And sometimes I'd feel him sigh
And I think I know the reason why.
And he would have this fear
Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
And he'd be glad to have me near.
And there are nights when I think I feel him
Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
And I pat his head.
I feel that stare
And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,
But he's not there.
I'll always love a dog named Beau.
PLEASE NOTE: Special Thanks to Mad Dog for some of the
poetry on this page and the inspiration and support
lended to me -- that lit the fire under me to stop
putting things off and "get on with it!!" Many Thanks
Toast!!
IF A DOG WERE YOUR TEACHER
If a Dog were your Teacher
You would learn stuff like.....
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
When it's in your best interest -- practice obedience.
Let others know when they've invaded your territory.
Take naps and stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting, when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lay under a shady tree.
When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
No matter how often you're scolded, don't buy into the guilt thing and pout...
run right back and make friends.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you're not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.
-- Author Unknown
MY LOVE FOR ANIMALS
Animals are loyal,
Animals are friends,
Always underestimated,
Always there to talk to,
They save lives,
by Katherine James
(c) 1999 Katherine James
loving and obedient.
Caring and affectionate,
Gorgeous as can be!
Best friends to me.
Always standing by you,
As willing as can be.
But still they exist.
Nothing will ever hurt them more,
Than hatred and mistrust.
Although they don't reply.
You see it in their eyes,
And know that they'll stand by.
And help the blind.
But still we do not see,
That animals weren't made as slaves,
But as friends for you and me!!!
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