Various Poems and Stories

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I MISS.


His eyes looking deep into my soul
His bark when I rattle his bowl
The licks when I come home
The snoring at the side of the bed
The bark in the morning at half past six
And the warm wet nose to prod me awake
His sense of fun for all to see
The house is empty, the lights gone out
An invisible thread joined him and me
My face is wet, the tears won’t stop
Oh, how I wish he was here with me now
To stroke him and hold him so tightly to me.

                                                                        Shirley Carr

Does your dog rule you ?????
Dog Rules
1. The dog is not allowed in the house.
2. OK. the dog is allowed in the house but only in certain rooms.
3. The dog is allowed in all rooms, but has to stay off the furniture.
4. The dog can get on the old furniture only.
5. Fine, the dog is allowed on all the furniture, but is not allowed to sleep with the humans on the bed.
6. OK, the dog is allowed on the bed, but only by invitation.
7. The dog can sleep on the bed whenever he wants, but not under the covers.
8. The dog can sleep under the cover by invitation only.
9. The dog can sleep under the covers every night.
10. Humans must ask permission to sleep under the covers with the dog.

How can a puppy Affie  map out life's great plan,
How can he know what the future holds, Champion or also ran?

His breeder says he's special,a sure fire winner so
He's worth a lot of money to those that are in the know

He must go to a show home and prove that he's the son
Of that top winning Affie, his owner will have such fun

He's got it all the judges cry, what a special pup
Just look at his bone,his size, his type, you'll easily make him up!

Matches, fun days, baths galore, shampoo by the ton
Whole days on show benches, Isn't pup having fun?

And now he is a junior, getting rangier by the day,
Now he's not so balanced all the judges say

His nose is getting longer his ears are far to big
His top line isn't level and he slobbers on his bib

Affies getting very worried they keep looking at his teeth,
"Undershot" they mumble and shake their heads with grief.

"But i'm still the same inside me Affie thinks with deep despair
"Surely they love me, their special hairy bear

Does it matter i'm not perfect? Don't they care for me at all?
Why are they so cross with me? Just because i have grown so tall

Affie looks out from his kennel He plays inside no more
You see he did not make the grade, there's a new pup to adore

The new pup now goes showing The new pup is all the rage
His breeder says he's special The old dog is just a waste

Get rid of him He's no good now He'll never win again
Give him to a pet home He's just a waste of space

Affie listens to his owner and knows the end has come
You see he's just a loser though his heart has never changed

He still loves his owner, would still rush to his aid
But isn't wanted any more, he never made the grade

And now the fateful day arrives, new people outside his pen
Kind voices calling out to him, calling out his name

"Please join us Affie, we want you affie
YOU ARE THE SPECIAL ONE
There's more to life our lovely lad, than counting what you've won

Affie leaves with his new owners, rejected yet a glow
A life of walks and swims and joy, ahead of him he knows

And in a quiet moment when he stares into the rain
He thinks about the show home he'll never see again

"My breeder said i was special! ell he wasn't very wrong
Because now i have a family whose love for me is strong
 

Animals are such agreeable friends,

They ask no questions, they pass no criticisms.

If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous he will not bite you.

 That is the principal difference between a dog and a man.

A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than you love yourself

The more i see of  the people, the more i admire my dogs.

A dog is loved by old and young, he wags his tail, and not his tongue

Unethical Breeders

I don't remember much from the place I was born. It was cramped and dark, and we were never played with by the humans. I remember Mom and her soft fur, but she was often sick, and very thin. She had hardly any milk for me and my brothers and sisters. I remember many of them dying, and I missed them so. I do remember the day I was taken from Mom. I was so sad and scared, my milk teeth had only just come in, and I really should have been with Mom still, but she was so sick, and the Humans kept saying that they wanted money and were sick of the "mess" that me and my sister made. So we were crated up and taken to strange place.

Just the two of us. We huddled together and were scared, still no human hands came to pet or love us. So many sights and sounds, and smells! We are in a store where there are many different animals! Some that squawk! Some that meow! Some that peep! My sister and I are jammed into a small cage. I hear other puppies here. I see humans look at me. I like the 'little humans', the kids. They look so sweet, and fun, like they would play with me! All day we stay in the small cage, sometimes mean people will hit the glass and frighten us, every once in a while we are taken out to be held or shown to humans. Some are gentle, some hurt us. We always hear "Aw, they are so cute! I want one!" but we never get to go with any. My sister died last night, when the store was dark. I lay my head on her soft fur and felt the life leave her small thin body. I had heard them say she was sick, and that I should be sold as a "discount price" so that I would quickly leave the store. I think my soft whine was the only one that mourned for her as her body was taken out of the cage in the morning and dumped.

Today, a family came and bought me! Oh happy day! They are a nice family, they really, really wanted me! They had brought a dish and food and the little girl held me so tenderly in her arms. I love her so much! The mom and dad say what a sweet and good puppy I am! I am named Angel. I love to lick my new humans! The family takes such good care of me, they are loving and tender and sweet. They gentle teach me right and wrong, give me good food, and lots of love! I want only to please these wonderful people! I love the little girl and I enjoy running and playing with her.

Today I went to the veterinarian. it was a strange place and I was frightened. I got some shots, but my best friend the little girl held me softly and said it would be OK. So I relaxed. The Vet must have said sad words to my beloved family, because they looked awfully sad. I heard "Severe hip dysplasia," and something about my heart... I heard the vet say something about backyard breeders and my parents not being tested. I know not what any of that means, just that it hurts me to see my family so sad. But they still love me, and I still love them very much!

I am six months old now. Where most other puppies are robust and rowdy, it hurts me terribly just to move. The pain never lets up. It hurts to run and play with my beloved little girl, and I find it hard to breathe. I keep trying my best to be the strong pup I know I am supposed to be, but it is so hard. it breaks my heart to see the little girl so sad, and to hear the Mom and Dad talk about, "Now might be the time."

Several times I have gone to that veterinarian¹s place, and the news is never good. Always talk about Congenital Problems. I just want to feel the warm sunshine and run and play, and nuzzle with my family. Last night was the worst. Pain has been constant now, it hurts even to get up and get a drink. I try to get up but can only whine in pain.

I am taken in the car one last time. Everyone is so sad, and I don't know why. Have I been bad? I try to be good and loving - what have I done wrong? Oh if only this pain would be gone! If only I could soothe the tears of the little girl. I reach out my muzzle to lick her hand, but can only whine in pain. The veterinarian¹s table is so cold. I am so frightened. The humans all hug and love me, they cry into my soft fur. I can feel their love and sadness. I manage to lick softly their hands. Even the vet doesn't seem so scary today. He is gentle and I sense some kind of relief for my pain. The little girl hold me softly and I thank her, for giving me all her love. I feel a soft pinch in my foreleg. The pain is beginning to lift, I am beginning to feel a peace descend upon me. I can now softly lick her hand.

My vision is becoming dreamlike now, and I see my Mother and my brothers and sisters, in a far off green place. They tell me there is no pain there, only peace and happiness. I tell the family goodbye in the only way I know how - a soft wag of my tail and a nuzzle of my nose. I had hoped to spend many, many moons with them, but it was not meant to be. "You see," said the veterinarian,"pet shop puppies do not come from ethical breeders." The pain ends now, and I know it will be many years until I see my beloved family again. If only things could have been different.

This story may be published or reprinted in the hopes that it will stop unethical breeders and those who breed only for money and not for the betterment of the breed. Copyright 1999 J. Ellis