IF ONLY I HAD A PEKINGESE
            Oh, if only I had a Pekingese
  I'd know what a great name I'd Call
            He'd be the aristocratic Chinese.
        So noble, yet standing so small
    Buddha's Manchu Dragon' would be his name,
        A Treat for all eyes to behold,
       His dear little face, witnessing his fame
            Dark eyes expressibly bold.

       Luckily I'd become his Chosen One
            He'd turn to in time of need
       This wee bit of fluff is no end of fun,
            Manchu of the Dragon's seed.

       My constant companion, my spice in life
            One who wished to be cuddled;
       To share all the joys, comforting in strife,
            When things gets sometimes muddled.

       I'd Buy a large ball with which he could play,
             (Managing games HE'D decide!)
       I'd knit him a bear for a rainy day,
             To chew upon or to chide.

       Daily I'd brush his thick coat all aglow,
             Keep him clean of ear and of eye,
       For Pekingese love to be groomed, you know.
             Lovlinesss none dare defy.

       Protector of home, he'd bark an alarm,
             Growl and make a horrid face,
       Quite impossible to resist his charm,
             None other invades HIS space!

        At, night, snuggled in the curve of repose,
             To let him know I do care,
        Reading old volumes in fact and in prose,
             The stories and poems we'd share!

        I'd relate to him his ancestor's story
             In days of China so old...
        When the Pekingese, too, reigned in glory,
             Penned down, so often retold.

        Oh, if only I had a Pekingese
             I'd know the great name I'd call,
        He'd be the aristocratic Chinese
             So noble, yet standing so TALL!

                                        Anonymous



  THE PEKINGESE NATIONAL ANTHEM

                    The Pekingese
                   Disdain to Please
                     On any set design,
                   But make a thrall
                     Of one and all
                   By simple Right Divine.

                     The Pekingese
                   Our houses seize
                      And make them till they suit,
                   For every one's
                       Napoleon
                   and Wellington to boot.

                       The Pekingese
                   Demosthenes
                      Requires no voice to plead,
                   Those shining eyes,
                       So soft so wise,
                    Get everything they need.

                       The Pekingese
                    Abstain from fleas
                       And doggy things like that,
                    But hate it when
                         Unthinking men
                    Compare them to the cat.

                       The Pekingese
                    From autumn trees
                       Their colour scheme obtain;
                    And all their lives.
                        Their frugal wives
                    From any change refrain

                        The Pekingese
                    Have feathered knees,
                   And plumes where tails should be,
                    And as they race
                       About the place
                    They ripple like the sea.

                       The Pekingese
                    Although such Wees,
                       Are destitute of fear;
                    Both fleet and strong
                       They bound along,
                    As bouyant as the deer.

                       The Pekingese
                    Say 'bread and cheese'
                       Will do for such as you;
                    As us a fare
                       More choice and rare,
                    And jolly punctual too."

                       The Pekingese
                    Adore their ease
                       And Slumber like the dead;
                    In comfort curled
                       They view the world
                    As one unending bed.

                        The Pekingese
                    On China's seas
                        Embarked to win the West;
                    A piece of Ming
                       's a lovely thing,
                    But Oh, the dogs are best.

                                            By E.V.Lucas



BETCHA YOU CANT OWN JUST ONE!

       Why own a dog, Theres a danger you know,
       You can't own just one, for the craving will grow.
       There's no doubt they're addictive, wherein lies the
       danger, While living with lots, you'll grow poorer
       and stranger.

       One dog is no trouble, and two are so funny,
       The third one is easy, the fourth one's a honey.
       The fifth one delightful, The sixth one's a breeze,
       You find you can live with a houseful with ease.

       So how 'bout another? would you really dare?
       They're really quite easy but oh Lord the hair.
       With dogs on the sofa and dogs on the bed,
       And crates in the kitchen, It's no bother you've said.

       They're really no trouble, their manners are great.
       What's just one more dog and just one more crate?
       The sofa is hairy  the windows are crusty,
       The floor is all footprints, the furniture dusty.

       The housekeeping suffers, but what do you care?
       Who minds a few noseprints and a little more hair?
       So lets keep a puppy, you can always find room,
       And a little more time for dust cloth and broom.

       There's hardly a limit to all the dogs you can add,
       The thought of a cutback sure makes you sad.
       Each one is so special, so useful, so funny,
       The food bills grow larger, you owe the vet money.

       Your folks never visit, few friends come to stay,
       Except other dog folks, who all live the same way.
       Your lawn has now died, and your shrubs are dead
       too,
       But your weekends are busy, your'e off with the
       crew.

       There's dog food and vitamins, training and shots.
       And entries and travel and motels which cost lots.
       Is it worth it you wonder?
       Are you caught in a trap?
       Then your favourite dog comes and climbs in your
       lap.

       His look says you're special and you know that you
       will,
       Keep all the critters in spite of the bill,
       Some just for showing, and some to breed,
       And some just for loving, they fill a need.

       But winter's a hassle, the dogs hate it too,
       But they must have their walks though they're numb
       and blue,
       Late evening is awful, you scream and shout,
       At the dogs on the sofa who refuse to go out.

       The dogs and the dog show, the travel, the thrills,
       The work and the worry, the pressure, the bills,
       The whole thing seems worth it, the dogs are your
       life.
       They're charming and funny and offset the strife.

      Your lifestyle has changed, things wont be the same,
      Yes, those  are addictive and so is the dog game.

                                                    Submitted by Sharon Shipek



THE BED PUPPY
                         Now I lay me down to sleep,
                      The king-size bed is soft and deep...
                  I sleep right in the centre groove,
                  My human being can hardly move!
               I've trapped her legs, she's tucked in tight,
                  And here is where I pass the night.
                  No one disturbs me or dares intrude,
                  Till morning comes and "I want food!"
                  I sneak up slowly to begin
                  my nibbles on my human's chin.
                  She wakes up quickly,
                  I have sharp teeth-
                  I'm a puppy don't you see?
                  For the morning's here
                  and it's time to play
                  I always seem to get my way.
                  So thank you Lord for giving me
                  This human person that I see.
                  The one who hugs and holds me tight
                  and shares her bed with me at night
                                        
                               
  by Ellen Morris



IF HE WERE A CHILD......??????

If it were my brother,
I'd find an allergist to help him with his allergies,
no matter the cost.

But they tell me; it's just a dog.

If it were my sister, I'd find the best laser eye surgeon so she could see again,
no matter the cost.

But they tell me; it's just a dog.

If it were my mother, I'd hire a staff of oncologists for the cancer that is stealing her away from me,
no matter the cost.

But they tell me; it's just a dog.

If it were my father, I'd find the best orthopedic surgeon to enable him to walk again,
no matter the cost.

But they tell me; it's just a dog.

If it were my husband, I'd hire every medical professional necessary to put him back together after that terrible accident that almost took him away,
no matter the cost.

But they tell me; it's just a dog.

If it were my child, I wouldn't skimp on dental care,
no matter the cost.

But they tell me; it's just a dog.

If it were my best friend, I would go with her to the doctor, every day that she needed me to help her through the worst pains in her life, taking off work if necessary and putting my own needs aside,
no matter the cost.

But they tell me; it's just a dog.

If any member of my family were dying, at that moment I would pull out all the stops and do whatever was in my power to save their life,
no matter the cost.

But they tell me; it's just a dog.

Just a dog.

Just my friend.

Just my family.

Please...my dog..no matter the cost..

Written by Nancy Campbell


ANOTHER "JUST A DOG" TAIL
From time to time, people tell me, "lighten up, it's just a dog," or, "that's a lot of money for just a dog." They don't understand the distance traveled, the time spent, or the costs involved for "just a dog." Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog." Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog," but I did not once feel slighted.

<>Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by "just a dog," and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of "just a dog" gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day.
If you, too, think it's "just a dog," then you will probably understand phrases like "just a friend," "just a sunrise,"
or "just a promise." "Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust, and pure unbridled joy.
"Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience that
make me a better person.
 Because of "just a dog" I will rise early, take long walks and look longingly to the future. So for me and folks like me, it's not "just a dog" but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment. "Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day.

I hope that someday they can understand that it's not "just a dog" but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being "just a person." So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog" just smile, because they "just don't understand."

Author currently unknown, will post when i have it



WHEN WE GROW UP
When we grow up
We DON'T want to be
The kind of dogs
Who make history.
We don't want to be Lassie's
Or Rin Tin Tin's.
We dont care about prizes
That show dogs can win
The only ambition
That we're dreaming of
Is to find someone nice
To trust in......and love!

                  Dean Walley




 MY DOG LIVES IN THIS HOUSE
 My dog lives in this house.
You are welcome to come and visit me anytime
 but we have a few things that you must understand before you visit.

 You must expect a few dog hairs to stick to your clothes.
I vacuum and clean,
but my dog lives here too.

 You may be leaned on and find him in your lap a few times but he does this because he loves people and wants to say Hello.
So if you feel that you are too good for his love then you are not welcome here
because this is his home too.

 My dog is well mannered and very clean
but if you are one of those people who think all animals are dirty and and smell,
then go away.
You are not the type of person that I
care to associate with.
If you dont like the sound of barking,
then my home is not going to be a comfortable place for you to visit.

 Do not expect me to lock my dog in another room during your visit.
I have trained my dog well so he will not do anything to you except maybe
want a pat on the head.
I will not subject him to feel as if he is being
 punished by locking him away for no reason. That would be cruel.

 When you walk into my home,
be careful not trip on a stuffed toy or ball. These are my dogs treasures
and I will not take them away from him
 just to show you that I keep a clean house. He knows where all his toys are.
They may not look like much to you,
but to him, they are worth more than gold.

 You see, this is OUR home.
We have been together since he was a small
 puppy scampering around the house.
I raised him into a well mannered,
 beautifully behaved dog.

 Iam proud of him.
I consider him my personal gift from the Goddess.
He has done nothing but give me his endless love and devotion for many yrs.
I love him dearly and want to make his yrs happy ones. As happy as he made  mine.

 When I was sick, he stayed right by my side,
as I did his when he is not having a good day. A better friend I could not ask for.

 When no one else cared, my dog did.
He has given me nothing but pure joy
 and I love him endlessly.
So please understand that I am not being rude.
 I am just looking out for my best friend.

 Author Unknown




THE FABLE OF THE PEKINGESE
Have you ever seen a Pekingese
With his ears a'flapping in the breeze
Like a junk-o-war in the China Sea:
Sailing out against an ancient enemy?
With his main a'top like a frigate's sail
And the flag of battle his upturned tail:
As he trots along so near the ground
Does he even seem like a sampan outward bound?

Thats the way they always looked to me
In my childhood days when I chanced to see
Pekingese that passed my house each day---
And I wondered why they were made that way:
Why they looked so fierce, though built so small,
And they never feared anything at all
With their nose pushed back beneath their eyes,
Which were big and round but soft and wise.

Though they looked like toys they'd want to fight
All the biggest dogs that came in sight,
But they'd stop at once and start to play
If I happened to bounce a ball their way

And I asked around among grown ups
Why they were different from other pups,
There was one who knew, for he'd been to sea---
And this is the tale that he told to me:

Many years ago, there lived out East,
In a jungle land, every kind of beast;
And amongst them all, in a cave alone
A Buddhist monk had his house of stone.
With all his friends was his greatest pet:
A brown and white little marmoset,
Just a tiny monkey who looked quite frail,
With a ruff round her neck and a bushy tail.

Now this hermit waasn't a lonely man.
From the day he arrived there he began
To preach to them all, in the jungle shade;
And one of the very best friends he made
Was a lion, who from the moment they met,
Fell in love with the monk's little marmoset.
And the lion declared t'was his mystic fate
That the hermit's pet should become his mate.

But the monk said this wouldn't do at all
With the lion so big, and his pet so small,
But that she could be, for the rest of his life.
A sister to him -- instead of a wife.
But the lion begged of the holy man
To think of a better and wiser plan:
And the monk replied: it was his advice
That the lion must make a great sacrifice.

As King of the Beasts, he must reign no more;
He must lose his strength and triumphant roar:
And never again must he regret
The solemn forfeit the monk had set.
And the lion swore his love was true
And all of these things he would gladly do.
"Your wish shall be granted," the hermit said,
"And you and the marmoset truly wed."

The monk intoned, as he cast a spell
The lightning flashed, as the shadows fell;
And all of the animals trembled to see
The lion diminishing gradually.
And smaller he got, and smaller yet,
'Til he reached the size of the marmoset.
And tho' feeble and small, he was quite content.
He'd won her love, and her heart's consent.

"This is true love indeed," cried the Saint. "here's how
Your steadfastness shall be rewarded now ---
Though you've lost your strength, yet you will retain
Your courage and dignity, your beauty of mane:
No hunger shall plague you, your children will dine
As guests of the great ones, in palaces fine:
And the spirits of monkeys, so joyful and free
Shall live in your offspring, as long as can be."

This part of their life in the jungle ends
When they left the monk and their childhood friends.
**
Now more than twelve-hundred years ago,
As far back in history as we know,
The fame of their children around Cathay rang,
Where they lived in the palace of the Emperor T'ang,
Who gave them appointments of honour and wealth,
With doctors to see they were kept in good health.

Even artists made potteries, as close as two peas,
To the likeness of our present day Pekingese;
And a thousand years after, their sons sat at sea
On the lap of the Dowager Empress Tzu-Hsi.
Their dinner was shark fins, and breast of the quail;
And antelope's milk kept them hearty and hale;
Servants brewed for them carefully, yet never in haste,
Hankow tea from the buds with the delicate taste.

And when sick, were served juice, with the greatest regard,
From the ripe custard apple --- by squeezing it hard.
And to make it quite certain they'd feel less forlorn
Three pinches of shredded rhinocerous horn.
Many years passed away, but they had to remain
In the precincts of Tzu-Hsi's imperial domain.

Then some wars came along and it seems very queer;
That's the reason the Pekingese first landed here.

So next time you see a small peke with a friend
Pressing on like a steamboat arounding the bend,
Don't forget all the grandeur and pomp of his past,
Of his birth and his breeding you've learned of at last:
Of the times when his ancestors sat down to tea
And drank the best brews on an Empress' knee.
There's one way to prove your good breeding, and that
Is: remember your manners --- and just tip your hat

by FRANK WADE!



written by Edward Anthony and illustrated by Morgan Dennis


Champions are not made in the ring, just recognized.
"What is a Title Really?"

Not just a brag, not just a stepping stone to a higher Title,
not just an adjunct to competitive scores.

A Title is a tribute to the dog that bears it, a way to honor
the dog, an ultimate memorial.  It will remain in the record
and in the memory for about as long as anything in this
world can remain.  Few humans will do as well or better in
that regard.

And though the dog himself doesn't know or care that his
achievements have been noted, A Title says many things
in the world of humans, where such things count.

A Title says your dog was intelligent, and adaptable, and
good-natured.

It says that your dog loved you enough to do the things
that please you, however crazy they may have
sometimes seemed.

And a Title says that you loved your dog, that you loved
to spend time with him because he was a good dog, and
that you believed in him enough to give him yet another
chance when he failed, and that in the end your faith was
justified.

A Title proves that your dog inspired you to have the
special relationship enjoyed by so few;  that in a world of
disposable creatures, this dog with a Title was greatly
loved, and loved greatly in return.

And when that dear short life is over, the Title remains as
a memorial of the finest kind, the best you can give to a
deserving friend, volumes of praise in one small set of
initials before or after the name.

A Title is nothing less than love and respect, given and
received permanently.

Author unknown



Before I was a Dog Mom:

I made and ate hot meals unmolested.
I had unstained, unfurred clothes.
I had quiet conversations on the phone, even if the doorbell rang.
 

Before I was a Dog Mom:
 

I slept as late as I wanted
And never worried about how late I got to bed
Or if I could get into my bed.
 

Before I was a Dog Mom:
 

I cleaned my house every day.
I never tripped over toys, stuffies, chewies
Or invited the neighbor's dog over to play.
 

Before I was a Dog Mom:
 

I didn't worry if my plants, cleansers, plastic
bags, toilet paper, soap or deodorant were
poisonous or dangerous.
 

Before I was a Dog Mom:
 

I had never been peed on
Pooped on
Drooled on
Chewed on
Or pinched by puppy teeth.
 

Before I was a Dog Mom:
 

I had complete control of
My thoughts,
My body and mind.
I slept all night without sharing the covers or
pillow.
 

Before I was a Dog Mom:
 

I never looked into big, soulful eyes and cried.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces
when I couldn't stop a hurt.
I never knew something so furry and four-legged
could affect my heart so deeply.
 

Before I was a Dog Mom:
 

I had never held a sleeping puppy just because I
couldn't put it down.
I had never gotten up in the middle of the
night every 10 minutes to make sure all was well.
I didn't know how warm it feels inside to feed a
hungry puppy.
I didn't know that something so small could make
me feel so important.
 

Before I was a Dog Mom:
 

I had never known the warmth,
the joy,
the love,
the heartache,
the wonderment or the satisfaction of being
 

A Dog Mom.


BAGGAGE

Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed,
All nicely tucked in my warm new bed,
I'd like to open my baggage
Lest I forget,

There is so much to carry - So much to regret.

Hmm . . . Yes, there it is, right on the top
Let's unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss,
And there by my leash hides Fear and Shame.

As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave -
I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain.
I loved them, the others, the ones who left me,
But I wasn't good enough - for they didn't want me.

Will you add to my baggage?
Will you help me unpack?
Or will you just look at my things -
And take me right back?

Do you have the time to help me unpack?
To put away my baggage, To never repack?
I pray that you do - I'm so tired you see,
But I do come with baggage -
Will you still want me?


----Evelyn Colbath - 1995

<>The Pekingese Puppy      By
Adelaide Bindley Davidson
 
  I'm just a little Pekingese
     With hardly any nose
This dignified demeanor
     You may guess, is just a pose
 
Owned by royal people's
   To coolies not allowed
Cushioned on silk and velvet
    Small wonder I am proud
 
And tho I play and romp about
    I'll not forget, you see
That I must uphold the dignity
    Of my royal ancestry
 
The monkey's saucy face have I
    The lion's flowing cape
I'm bold as any lion
    And clever as an ape
 
This black mask I wear to fool you
     A Chinese bandit I
Who'll tug away at your heartstrings
     And steal it on the sly.

 "Tis the Season"--A Tale of a Chinese Dragon
                   This was copied from The AKC Gazette and
                              written by Rose Fyleman.
 
     In ancient times, there were many dragons on earth
----strange, fierce creatures with lashiing tails. and scaled bodies.
These dangerous animals took great pride in their ability to breathe out fire,
 which no other animal has ever been able to do.
 Brave men became heros by hunting and slaying these alarming creatures,
and armies were sent at times to destroy them.
Eventually, few of them were left on earth.
They remained in China,
for although they were feared and hunted there,
they were also much admired for their exotic beauty.
 But even in this vast land, after years of hunting,
 there remained only one old she-dragon and her three babies,
hiding in a cave, in  a wild, dense forest near the east coast of China.
      This rather nice old lady-dragon was greatly concerned
about the future of her children.
So she decided to consult the wise magic man of the white mountains
 for his advice on how to save her babies.
     After much thought, the great man suggested that the only hope for their survival was to change their form
 to one so different that men could love and cherish them
rather than fear and kill them.
Just as any mother would not take kindly
 to the ideas of having her beautiful babies changed,
 mother dragon did not like this idea very much,
 but it was either this or her constant fear of their being killed,
so she accepted his suggestion.
     "But  I should like to know what kind of creature
 you are going to turn them into," she said.
 "They are such lovely babies,
it would break my heart if they were changed into ugly,
unattractive things."
     The wise man assured her that he would do his best and ask her for her suggestions as to how she would like them to appear.
     "I should like them to be fairly small, "said the mother dragon,
 "so that men can make pets of them,
and it would be so lovely to think
that my darling babies would never grow really big.
 But I don't want them to be poor-spirited, feeble, little creatures.
 I should like them brave and bold like lions.
Indeed, I should very much like them to have something of a lion's look
as regards to the shape of them,
for the lion is the king of beasts,
and dragons have always been of royal blood.
 At the same time,
 I should like them to have soft, dark eyes,
like the eyes of a deer,
together with the deer's slender,pointed muzzle
--for deer are the great beauties of thee woorld of animals,
and dragons too, have always been beautiful.
Lastly, I should like them to have silky, tawny orange fur,
soft and smooth like the spaniel's coat,
for dragons have always been rather exceptional in this matter of coat,
and I do not wish my children to grow up regretting the loss of  their scales."
     After reminding her that she was asking a great deal,
 the wise man agreed to  make the changes she suggested.
 He reminded her that her children would no longer be dragons
and he warned her that she must not teach them to breathe out fire.
This  greatly grieved the dragon mother,
as dragons had always been most proud of this ability
and the secret of fire breathing  
had been handed down from parent to child for thousands of years.
Still, the wise man was most emphatic on this point,
so she promised not to teach her children to do this,
if only they could be changed and safe from harm.
     So the  wise man stood them in a row
and worked his powerful spell
 while their mother stood anxiously watching.
 To her delight, they were transformed before her very eyes
into completely new creatures.
They had lovely, silken coats of bright tawny orange,
 soft dark eyes, and delicately pointed muzzles.
 Their feathery tails were elegant and graceful,
 and though they were so small,
 they had a proud way about them that made them indeed
 seem like miniature lions.
     Their mother thanked the wise man and said,
 "They will be the admiration of all he world,
princes of the animal kingdom,
and loved by man, who will make pets of them
 and their children ever after."
     Unfortunately, her joy did not last long,
as she kept feeling what a pity it was
that they  could not breathe fire as their ancestors had done.
 this crowning accomplishment of her kind should not be
 doomed to disappear from earth with her death she brooded
     "After all," she thought,
"it will do no harm just to teach them how to do it.
 They need never make any use of it.
I am sure the wise man will understand
when I explain this to him after they learn."
     So she began the long and difficult task
of  teaching her children the art of breathing flames.
 Every evening before bedtime,
she would sit them down quietly,
while she explained how this feat was done,
 patiently encouraging them to try to copy
 her own spectacular performance.
      At last came the day when the mother's patience was rewarded
 and all three childern learned at the same moment how to breathe fire.
 But alas! Mother had not realized that her darlings were
 no longer really dragons at all,
and they were not built to be fire-breathers.
 As the flames began to come from their mouths,
 their dear little noses all caught fire.
Their dark eyes became huge and bulged with fright
 as their poor mother raced from one to the other
 in a terrible state of alarm and distress.
     Meanwhile, the wise man,
 who had known all along what the mother dragon had been doing,
was standing by outside the cave.
He rushed in and put out the fire instantly,
but the wise man admonished the mother for breaking her promise.
 She begged him to forgive her and restore the babies' noses,
promising never to be foolish again.  
  But the wise man could not give them back their noses,
and they grew with flat faces,
all blackened from the smoke,
and huge, round eyes made prominent from the dreadful fright they had.
 Still, they were the dearesst of creatures,
with their own kind of beauty,
 and they won the hearts of men and the princes of men
-- as have their descendents to this verry day.


My dogs live here, they're here to stay.
 you don't like pets, be on your way.
they share my home, my food, my space
this is their home, this is their place.

You will find dog hair on the floor,
they will alert you're at the door.
they may request a little pat,
a simple 'no' will settle that.

It gripes me when I hear you say
'just how is it you live this way?
they smell, they shed, they're in the way..'
 WHO ASKED YOU? is all I can say..

They love me more than anyone,
my voice is like the rising sun,
they merely have to hear me say
'C'mon , time to go and play'

then tails wag and faces grin,
 they bounce and hop and make a din.
They never say 'no time for you',
they're always there, to GO and DO.

and if I'm sad? They're by my side
 and if I'm mad? they circle wide
 and if I laugh, they laugh with me
 they understand, they always see.

so once again, I say to you
 come visit me, but know this too..

My dogs live here, they're here to stay.
you don't like pets, be on your way.
they share my home, my food, my space
this is their home, this is their place..

------------ Author Unknown


Dear Dogs and Cats,

The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food.
The other dishes are mine and contain my food.
Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate of food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish,
nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack.
Beating me to the bottom is not the object.
Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed.
I am very sorry about this.
Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort.
Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep.
It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible.
 I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.

For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom.
If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut,
 it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow,
try to turn the knob
 or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open.
I must exit through the same door I entered.
Also, I have been using the bathroom for years
-- canine or feline attendance is not required.

The proper order is kiss me, THEN go smell the other dog or cat's butt.
 I cannot stress this enough!

To pacify you, my dear pets,
I have posted the following message on our front door:

To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain About Our Pets:

1. They live here. You don't.
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. (That's why they call it 'fur'niture.)
3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
4. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.

Remember: In many ways, dogs and cats are better than kids because they:
1. Eat less.
2. Don't ask for money all the time.
3. Are easier to train.
4. Normally come when called.
5. Never ask to drive the car.
6. Don't hang out with drug-using friends.
7. Don't smoke or drink.
8. Don't have to buy the latest fashions.
9. Don't want to wear your clothes.
10. Don't need a 'gazillion' dollars for college.

And finally,
11. If they get pregnant, you can sell their children.


Breeders
 
I love my little puppy; she makes my house a home.
She is my very sweetest little friend; I never feel alone.
She makes me smile; She makes me laugh; She fills my heart with love . . .
Did some person breed her, or did she fall from above?

I've never been a breeder, never seen life through their eyes;
I hold my little puppy and just sit and criticize.
I've never known their anguish; I've never felt their pain,
the caring of their charges, through snow or wind or rain.

I've never waited the whole night through for babies to be born,
The stress and trepidation when they're still not there by morn.
The weight of responsibility for this body in my hands,
This darling little baby, who weighs but 60 grams.

Should you do that instead of this . . . or maybe that was wrong?
Alone you fight and hope, one day, he'll grow up proud and strong.
You pray he'll live to bring great joy to someone else's home.
You know it's all just up to you; you'll fight this fight alone.

Formula, bottles, heating pads, you've got to get this right,
two-hour feedings for this tiny guy, throughout the day and night.
Within your heart you dread that you will surely lose this fight,
To save this little baby, but God willing . . . you just MIGHT.

Day one; he's in there fighting; you say a silent prayer.
Day two & three, he's doing well, with lots of love and care.
Day four & five . . . he's still alive; your hopes soar to the heavens.
Day six he slips away again, dies in your hands, day seven.

You take this little angel, and bury him alone.
With aching heart and burning tears, and an exhausted groan,
You ask yourself, "Why do this? . . . Why suffer through this pain?"
Yet watch the joy your puppies bring,and everything's explained.

So, when you think of breeders and label them with "Greed,"
Think of all that they endure to fill another's need.
For when you buy your puppy, with your precious dollars part,
You only pay with money . . . while they pay with their heart.

.... Author Unknown....


Here in this House....
*
I will never know the loneliness I hear in the barks of the other dogs 'out
there'.
I can sleep soundly, assured that when I wake my world will not have changed.
I will never know hunger, or the fear of not knowing if I'll eat.
I will not shiver in the cold, or grow weary from the heat.
I will feel the sun's heat, and the rain's coolness,
and be allowed to smell all that can reach my nose.
My fur will shine, and never be dirty or matted.
Here in this house...
There will be an effort to communicate with me on my level.
I will be talked to and, even if I don't understand,
I can enjoy the warmth of the words.
I will be given a name so that I may know who I am among many.
My name will be used in joy, and I will love the sound of it!
Here in this house...
I will never be a substitute for anything I am not.
I will never be used to improve peoples' images of themselves.
I will be loved because I am who I am, not someone's idea of who I should
be.
I will never suffer for someone's anger, impatience, or stupidity.
I will be taught all the things I need to know to be loved by all.
If I do not learn my lessons well, they will look to my teacher for blame.
Here in this house...
I can trust arms that hold, hands that touch...
knowing that, no matter what they do, they do it for the good of me;
If I am ill, I will be doctored.
If scared, I will be calmed.
If sad, I will be cheered.
No matter what I look like, I will be considered beautiful and thought to be
of value.
I will never be cast out because I am too old, too ill, too unruly, or not
cute enough.
My life is a responsibility, and not an afterthought.
I will learn that humans can almost, sometimes, be as kind and as fair as
dogs.
*
Here in this house...
I will belong.*
* I will be home. *

author unknown

OLD DOGS
Old dogs don’t bounce around like idiots. 
They raise an eyebrow as you come in the door and reassured you are who they expect,
 they go back to sleep.
 
Old dogs are serene in their experience.
 They no longer bark madly at squirrels.
Such are no longer the fascinating exotic creatures from their youth.
They glance once out the window and climb onto the couch for a nap.
 
Old dogs sometimes stumble and fall.
 They are no longer strong and graceful.
 Instead they show determination and courage as they struggle to their feet,
never losing sight of their initial objective.
 
Old dogs are often blind.
 Their cloudy eyes can’t always detect what is in front of them.
 They may stumble into a table.
But when they look at you, they see you clearly.
They seem to be a bit amused.
Those eyes offer a comfortable companionship,
 no longer the unthinking devotion of the young dog.
 but a more equal offer of friendship.
 
Old dogs no longer run circles around you,
 dashing from fence to trees to hillside.
They are content to pace steadily beside you and just enjoy they moment.
 
They demonstrate contentment in everyday comfort,
 a more sophisticated evaluation of their human and the bond between them,
an acceptance of failing bodies and equanimity at their inevitable end.
 With a grizzled snout, well loved old head and sometimes a toothless grin,
an old dog shows us that dignity comes from the spirit and not the body.
Perhaps that is their purpose here.

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