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[Rock]

The dog rests now, doesn't walk. It feels no pain for its cheap cost,
On the camera for a picture? She winks her white, eyelash-tail across,
eyes limped to each picture it vanishes from for a toss,
of it's blushing head, crushed

For the summer now that it's over.
It hurts deep inside to see her turn over, and over
towards the frost pushing up its nose to lick lifeless
A crust of snow white hand that renders it useless
by rubbing its fur with a rubber boot.

A man, by reasoning, underneath his muttering breath
Stumbles to retrace this dog's long forgotten birth
of pricked puppy ears staring up from spring grass,
trailing over it's mother's long noose of neglect
Hanging its head for life.

Or the smile for a picture it never learned to obey to death.

[captain kirk]

What a nice little doggie poem. Thanks for that.

[bobbyhanlon]

i suppose you could call that doggerel..
sorry. terrible joke. it's been a long day

[SuperFly]

"There is one best place to bury a dog.
"If you bury him in this spot, he will
come to you when you call - come to you
over the grim, dim frontier of death,
and down the well-remembered path,
and to your side again.

"And though you call a dozen living
dogs to heel, they shall not growl at
him, nor resent his coming,
for he belongs there.

"People may scoff at you, who see
no lightest blade of grass bent by his
footfall, who hear no whimper, people
who may never really have had a dog.
Smile at them, for you shall know
something that is hidden from them,
and which is well worth the knowing.

"The one best place to bury a good
dog is in the heart of his master."

--- Ben Hur Lampman ---
from the Portland Oregonian Sept. 11, 1925

[SuperFly]

The one absolutely unselfish friend that
a man can have in this selfish world,
the one that never deserts him,
the one that never proves ungrateful
or treacherous, is his dog.

A man's dog stands by him in prosperity
and in poverty,
in health and in sickness.
He will sleep on the cold ground where
the wintery winds blow,
and the snow drives fiercely,
if only he may be near his master's
side. He will kiss the hand that has no
food to offer, he will lick the sores
and wounds that come in encounter with
the roughness of the world. He guards
the sleep of his Pauper master as if he
were a prince.

When all other friends desert,
he remains.
When riches take wings and reputation
falls to pieces, he is as constant in
his love as the sun in it's journey
through the heavens.
If misfortune drives the master forth
an outcast in the world, friendless
and homeless, the faithful dog asks
no higher privilege than that of
accompanying him to guard against
danger, to fight against his enemies.

And when the last scene of all comes,
and death takes the master in it's
embrace, and his body is laid away in
the cold ground, no matter if all other
friends pursue their way, there by the
graveside will the noble dog be found,
his head between his paws, his eyes sad,
but open in alert watchfulness,
faithful and true, even in death.



Former Senator George Graham Vest 1870

[Swiss James]

How much is that doggie in the window? (arf! arf!)
The one with the waggley tail
How much is that doggie in the window? (arf! arf!)
I do hope that doggie's for sale

I must take a trip to California
And leave my poor sweetheart alone
If he has a dog, he won't be lonesome
And the doggie will have a good home

How much is that doggie in the window? (arf! arf!)
The one with the waggley tail
How much is that doggie in the window? (arf! arf!)
I do hope that doggie's for sale