JUST MY DOG
She is my other eyes that can see above the clouds;
my other ears that hear above the winds.
She is the part of me that reaches out into the sea.
She has told me a thousand times over that I'm
her reason for being.
by the way she rests against my leg;
by the way she thumps her tail at my smallest smile;
by the way she shows her hurt when I leave
without taking her.
I think it makes her worry when she is not along
to care for me.
When I am wrong, she is delighted to forgive.
When I am angry, she clowns to make me smile.
When I am happy, she is joy unbounded.
When I am a fool, she ignores it.
When I succeed, she brags.
Without her, I am only another person.
With her, I am all powerful.
She is loyalty itself.
She has taught me the meaning of devotion.
With her, I know a secret comfort and a private peace.
She has brought me understanding where before
I was ignorant.
Her head on my knee can heal my human hurts.
Her presence by my side is protection against my fears
of dark and unknown things.
She has promised to wait for me, whenever, wherever
in case I need her.
And I expect I will, as I always have.
She is just my dog.
LEND ME A PUP
I will lend to you for awhile a pup, God said,
For you to love her while she lives and mourn for
her when she's dead. Maybe for twelve or fourteen years.
Or maybe two or three. But, will you, 'til I call her back,
take care of her for me?
She'll bring her charms to gladden you and should her
stay be brief you'll always have her memories as solace for
I cannot promise she will stay, since all from earth return
But there are lessons taught below I want this pup to learn.
I've looked the whole world over in search of teachers true
And from the folk that crowd's life's land I have chosen you.
Now will you give her all your love nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to take my Pup back again?
I fancied that I heard them say
"Dear Lord Thy Will be Done,” For all the joys this Pup will
bring, the risk of grief we'll run. We’ll shelter her with tenderness
we'll love her while we may. And for the happiness we've
known, forever grateful stay. But should you call her back
much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand.
If, by our love, we've managed, your wishes to achieve
In memory of her we loved, to help us while we grieve,
When our faithful bundle departs this world of strife
We'll have yet another Pup and love her all her life
This morning, I woke up and kissed my Dad's head
I peed on the carpet, then went back to bed
"The life of a puppy, oh my, this is great"
Then I thought about breakfast, "I hope it's not late"
Mom took me outside, we walked for a while
This never fails to make Mama smile
I sniffed at everything that we did pass
I ate something weird and it gave me gas
I'm sure God loves me, I know that is true
He gave me so many great things to chew
Rugs, plants or rocks, I really don't care
What I truly like best is Dad's underwear
That Obedience book was sort of yummy
Though it didn't sit well on my poor puppy tummy
I threw up a bit but that was all right,
When Mom found it later, I was well out of sight
I made streamers of T. P. while running at full speed
Mom is pretty quick but I was still in the lead
I flew under the bed and Mom flew past
She stopped and shook her head and breathed
"You're too fast"
Mama later phoned Daddy and said, "it was frightening!"
That afternoon she was sure I'd pooped lightning
She sat at the computer while I chewed the cord
She thought I was mad but I was just bored
When Mama had enough and couldn't take anymore
That's when my tushy got shoved out the door
I love it inside but outside is best
Lay in the cool grass and had a good rest
That didn't last long as there was too much to do
Can't quite remember where I hid Daddy's shoe
I found an old bone and scratched at a flea
I watched the dumb Squirrels as they jumped in a tree
I barked at the kids when they got off the bus
I can't figure out why this makes Mama fuss
I barked at the neighbor, I barked at the wind
I barked and barked, till Mom yelled, "Come In"
The Sun Dipped In The West, Soon Daddy Would Come!
I sure love my Daddy, we always have fun
I barked at my Daddy and then turned on my charms
I woof woofed, "hello," then jumped in his arms
Sitting under the table, it's sooooo hard to wait
Daddy slipped me a goodie right off his plate
I raced through the house and scattered my toys
Ricocheted off the furniture and made lots of noise
Mom found her purse, the one I had abused
Daddy let loose a chuckle
Mom asked "are you amused?"
I cowered down low, I must be in trouble
Dad said, "wasn't my boy, it must be his double!"
Mom turned off the TV and said, "it's time for bed"
Dad said "let's go boy" and patted my head
I got in my spot between Mom and Dad
I thought about my day and what fun that I had
Mama kicked out my bone from the covers below
Then let loose a sigh, a sigh deep and low
She gave me a kiss and snuggled me tight
And whispered so softly, "my darling, good night"
If It Should Be
If it should be that I grow weak and pain should
keep me from my sleep.
If I Could…
I could go back to the day we
brought you home I
wouldn't even ask your breeders about your flashy brindle
already promised litter-sister because I'd know that you
were going to own my
heart before supper time that night.
And speaking of that night, if I
could go back to the car ride
home I wouldn't bother to tell the rest of the
that you were going to be properly trained to sleep in a crate
I'd know that you were going to spend that night
and every night for the next six years sleeping next to
me on the bed.
I could go back to the spring
after your first birthday. I
wouldn't yell about the way you kept digging up
planted trees and bushes. The pear tree you dug up and
the front yard at least a dozen times is much taller
and bears more fruit
than the one you left alone. And the
daylilies you kept dividing produced twice the blooms by
the lilies you didn't shred. You were quite a gardener, buddy!
I could go back to the day we brought
that kitten home I
wouldn't scold you for chasing him. Because I'd know that
he was swatting your nose to get you to do it.
By the time he was a
year old he wouldn't run when you
did want to chase him.
I could hear you drinking your
water again. I wouldn't fuss
about how much noise you were making or the
made around the water bowl or how often I had to fill it for
because I'd know that a noisy, sloppy, frequent mess
was not nearly as
depressing as seeing that tidy, quiet
corner when I enter the den.
I could hunt you down in the
house again I would still laugh
when I found you sitting in the bath tub
holding a bar of
soap in your mouth. You didn't like baths but you sure loved soap!
I could walk into the den and
see you curled up in my chair
again, I wouldn't crab at you for being there
I know how much I hate sitting in a cold chair.
I could have one thing I
really want for Christmas – I'd have you back.
Healthy and whole without the
fear that this would be the
day, week, or month we'd have to start learning
to live without
you in our lives. And if I could have two things
really wanted for Christmas. Researchers would unlock
the mysteries of BCM so good dogs might not die so damn young.