Happy Hour
That sun has ended the rain 
And I hear a sacred sound! 
It's the silver chain, 
And I am to be crowned! 
Mom gives me one hour 
And I bounce out like a spring. 
I am honored to sniff each of flower, 
And do my little thing! 
Far away I smell my buddy, 
Sniffing is just mandatory. 
This is the time that we go nutty 
Defending our territory! 
The hour has past, 
And it's getting dark. 
I'll run home real fast, 
And greet Mom with a BARK! 


Puppy Rules

Don't smell crotches, don't eat plants.
Don't steal food or underpants.
Don't eat my socks, don't grab my hair...
DON'T RIP THE STUFFING FROM THAT CHAIR!
Don't eat those peas! Don't touch that bush!
Don't chew my shoes...What is that mush?
Eat your cookie, drink your drink.
Outta the toilet! Outta the sink!
AWAY FROM THE CAT BOX, IT'S FOR THE CAT!!
(And must you kiss me? After that??)
Yes, raising a puppy is not for the lazy!
Though puppies are funny, they're also quite crazy.
But don't despair, though it's toil and strife.
After 3 years, you'll get back your life!
So, let's go for "walkies", you can "do your thing".
(And perhaps I'll get back my good diamond ring!


Treasured Friend
I lost a treasured friend today
The little dog who used to lay
Her gentle head upon my knee
And share her silent thoughts with me...
She'll come no longer to my call
Retrieve no more her favorite ball
A voice far greater than my own
Has called her to His golden throne.

Although me eyes are filled with tears,
I thank Him for the happy years
He let her spend down here with me
And for her love and loyalty.
When it is time for me to go
And join her there, this much I know...
I shall not fear the transient dark
For she will greet me with her bark.



Noah's Ark
by Arthur Guiterman
When Noah, perceiving 'twas time to embark,
Persuaded the creatures to enter the Ark,
The dog, with a freindliness truly sublime,
Assisted in herding them two at a time.

He drove in the elephants, zebras and gnus,
Until they were packed like a box full of screws,
The cat in the cupboard, the mouse on the shelf,
The bug in the crack; then he backed in himself.

But such was the lack of available space
He couldn't tuck all of him into the place;
So after the waters had flooded the plain,
And down from the Heavens fell blankets of rain,

He stood with his muzzle thrust out through the door,
The whole forty days of that terrible pour!
Because of which drenching, zoologists hold,
The nose of a healthy dog always is cold!




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