It’s the day before Christmas
And all through the house
An old rubber mouse.
The wreath which had merrily
Hung on the door
Is scattered in
All over the floor.
The stockings that hung
In a neat little row
Now boast a hole in
Each one of the toes.
The tree was subjected
To bright-eyed whims,
And now, although
It’s missing some limbs.
I catch them and hold them.
“Be good”, I insist.
They lick me, then
To see what they’ve missed.
And now as I watch them
The thought comes to me,
That theirs is the
That Christmas should be.
Should children and puppies
Yet show us the way,
And teach us the
That should come with this day?
Could they bring the message
That’s written above,
And tell us
that, most of all
Christmas is love.
Inscription on the Monument of a Newfoundland Dog
Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who
possessed Beauty without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferocity,
and all the Virtues of Man,
without his Vices.
This Praise, which would be unmeaning
Flattery if inscribed over human
ashes is but a just tribute to the Memory
of Boatswain,a Dog.
Epitaph to a Dog
Sir William Watson
How often do we stop to admire the unique qualities of our dogs? On the one hand, they are completely loyal to us and on the other, they put up with all our faults.
In the modern day world, the qualities of our dogs are to be greatly admired, and perhaps we can learn something from them too. Aren’t you amazed at how easily they can relax and not worry about their problems? Even street dogs don’t think about their next meal if they’re full and you can see them relaxing on the pavement though their food supply is far from being set.
Let’s look at what a dog owner has to say about our dogs…..
If you can start the day without caffeine,
If you can get going without pep pills,
If you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,
If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles,
If you can eat the same food everyday and be grateful for it,
If you can understand when your loved ones are too busy to give you any time.
If you can overlook it when those you love take it out on you,
If you can take criticism and blame without resentment,
If you can ignore a friend’s limited education and never correct him,
If you can resist treating a rich friend better than an poor friend,
If you can face the world without lies and deceit,
If you can conquer tension without medical help,
If you can relax without liquor,
If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,
If you can say honestly that deep in your heart you have no
prejudice against creed, color, religion or politics,
THEN, my friend, you are almost as good as your dog.
Then, my friend, you are Almost as good as your dog,
Almost, but not quite,
Because besides not having any of your hang-ups and vices,
He would without hesitation, give up his life for you if need be.
It’s not often that we mourn over a puppy. Sure, when a whole lot of them are born together, it’s not unusual for there to be a few fatalities. But what really hurts us is when an accident or disease claims the life of a young pup who has been with us for a while. It’s heartbreaking because we have seen life blossom up so quickly. And what better figure for blossoming life than a puppy?
The poem below tries to explain why this happens….
Dedicated to all our “rosebuds” …..
When God calls little puppies to dwell with Him above,
We humans always question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache can compare with the loss of one small ‘child’,
Who does so much to make this world seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires – always calling the aged to His fold,
And so He picks a rosebud before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them and so He picks but few;
To make the land of heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult, yet somehow we must try,
For the saddest word that mankind knows will always be “good-bye”.
And so when little pups depart; We, who are left behind,
must realize how much God loves puppies….
For angels are hard to find.
The more one lives with dogs, the more one realizes their amazing qualities. Qualities, which if possessed by a human would raise them to dizzying heights. As Lord Byron recites in the following poem, such praise if bestowed on a human would have to be flattery, but when bestowed on a dog are fair tribute.
I believe it has mostly to do with ego. A dog doesn’t connive and scheme at any level, and so there is very little scope for malice. Premeditated thought is what corrupts the noblest ideals of man, and it is precisely the lack of this that makes our dogs so appealing.
Near this spot Are deposited the Remains
Of one Who Possessed Beauty
Without Vanity,Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferocity,
And all the Virtues of Man
Without his Vices.
This Praise, which would be unmeaning
flattery If inscribed over Human Ashes,
Is but a just tribute to the
Memory of “Boatswain,” a Dog
Who was born at Newfoundland,
And died at Newstead Abbey
Nov. 18, 1808.
— Lord Byron —
The Basset Hound has an amazing sense of smell. Second only the Blood Hound in this regard, they were initially bred for hunting Rabbits. Their long ears are often the subject of much comment!
Their noses mean that they respond exceptionally well to all promises of food while training. Here is a poem about their amazing sense of smell…..
The saggy baggy Basset Hound
has ears that nearly touch the ground
with mournful eyes and wrinkled skin
that hangs below his droopy chin
But Basset has a clever snout
His nose will always sniff you out
With this amazing nasal asset
nothing an get past the Basset
As our dogs grow older, we realize that our current comfort with them is but a passing time. Does that mean that it’s less real? Not at all. Only we who have had dogs know the value of that time spent with our friends.
As Townsend says in this poem below, we live in a “Fragile Circle”. It is very true that we would choose no other way to live.
We who choose to surround ourselves
with lives even more temporary than our
own, live within a fragile circle;
easily and often breached.
Unable to accept its awful gaps,
we would still live no other way.
We cherish memory as the only
certain immortality, never fully
understanding the neccesary plan….
— Irving Townsend —
“The Once Again Prince”
If we believe in angels and that each person has a guardian angel, what do you think of an angel for our dogs too? One that takes our dogs with them after they leave earth. Remember your dog when she was young, and used to have unbounded energy? When she used to always want to play and bite your socks? They grow old so fast, these friends of ours.
It’s like the elves would feel towards men…
And how will she be when she goes off to heaven (Where else can she go?). Will she play again? Only while she looks forward to meeting you again I’m sure.
Hello. I’ve been expecting you for quite some time.
Here, come sit beside us for awhile .
and let me tell you about this old friend of mine.
She might look tattered or maybe old
But I won’t say goodbye until you’ve been told.
She had the brightest eyes I had ever seen,
And wore a beautiful fur coat that would out shine a queen .
She was never prissy but walked with an aire ……
And oh so polite, you could take her most anywhere.
She could run like the wind and could catch anything she chased
But she protected and sat with me when I had problems to face.
You could not find a friend nearly so dear.
Because no matter the trouble she always stayed near…
She has never asked for much from me;
Just to love and respect her and I think you’ll agree .
To give her a good meal plus a nice warm bed is not much to ask ;
When she has given me all her love and to her this was no task.
Now I understand you have a schedule to keep.
But I have a small favor before she nods off to sleep.
Please fold your wings around her and let her feel young while in no pain ;
Dear Guardian Angel of Pets ,
please keep her safe and happy until I see her again.
Someone once said “Whoever said that money can’t buy happiness forgot small puppies”. That thought is absolutely true! The $25 my mother spent to get me my first dog was an investment that lasted our family for 14 years and gave us all the love she could.
Never underestimate the joy and happiness a dog can bring you. Through all the stages of her life.
You can’t buy loyalty, they say
I bought it though, the other day;
You can’t buy friendship, tried and true,
Well just the same, I bought that too.
I made my bid, and on the spot
Bought love and faith and a whole job lot
Of happiness, so all in all
The purchase price was pretty small.
I bought a single trusting heart,
That gave devotion from the start.
If you think these things are not
for sale, Buy a brown-eyed puppy with
a stump for a tail.
— author unknown —
There are certain people who keep dogs in the most lavish houses and surroundings, and yet with hold from them that which is most important – genuine care. For these people, a dog is either a showpiece, a watchdog, or a leftover.
Or worse still, perhaps they think that all dogs are alike, and getting another dog is just like the one that died yesterday. Such people can never understand what it is like to form a bond with a dog so deep, that it runs in your bones. And while you can derive joy from another dog, you will never forget.
So they bought you
And kept you in a
Very good home
A deep freeze
A very good home-
No one to take you
For that lovely long run-
‘A very good home’
They fed you Pal and Chun
But not that lovely long run,
Until, mad with energy and boredom
You escaped- and ran and ran and ran
Under a car.
Today they will cry for you-
Tomorrow they will buy another dog.
—by Spike Milligan—