April 24th 2008 11:54 pm
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"He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.) When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me... whenever... wherever - in case I need him. And I expect I will - as I always have. He is just my dog."
~~~Gene Hill~~~
April 1st 2008 11:00 pm
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AN 11TH WOOFDAY POEM ESPECIALLY FOR YOU, NED!
by: Rex Mi Amor.
Now, wouldn't you know it, that daddy named her Ned before he checked out her gender...
But, Ned is the name and Ned it will remain for her!
Now, Ned loves when people come and play in her kennel...
But, she hates cats, Sweet Caroline, frozen snails, thunder, and fireworks that make her mental!
She's a sweet basset hound/border collie...
And, she's just as happy as happy can be!
It's Ned's day to celebrate her woofday...
So, let's all woof her Happy Birthday!
And, send her many best wishes too...
From the PlayGround and Pawty Place, Ned, these are just for you!
Thank you so much Rex Mi Amor and all of DogParkUSA!
November 23rd 2007 6:03 pm
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Tis the day after Thanksgiving and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The puppies were snuggled all tired in their bed.
With visions of turkey still dancing in their head.
And Mom with her Rolaids and Dad with a pain,
Had just settled their tummies, no TURKEY AGAIN!
When out in the kitchen there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter!
Away to the fridge I flew like a flash,
There Caroline was eating Turkey, then I heard a big CRASH!
She had pulled the shelf down, to the floor below,
The glass was all broken, it looked like it snowed.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear?
Mom in her nightgown, all covered in tears.
Dad was right behind her, so fast and so quick,
I knew in a moment, Sweet Caroline was sick!
She ate all the turkey, she ate all the pies.
She ate and she ate, til the food filled her eyes.
Go Caroline, Go Neddy, go fast to your bed,
I must clean this up now, run fast, FAST I said!
To the top of the bed, to the bed by the door,
Now dash away, dash away, I must clean the floor!
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And cleaning the floor, she turned with a jerk!
She filled up the dustpan, and garbage can too,
She swept, and she mopped, til the mess was all through!
Then she sprang back to bed, with her mind in a fog,
Restraining the urge to spank such a dog.
And I heard her soft whisper as she fell back in bed.
No Turkey next year!
We will just eat the BREAD!
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