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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.

~unknown

You have a kiddie wading pool in the yard but no small children
 

• Lintwheels are on your shopping list every week.
   
• Your freezer containes more dog bones than anything.
   
• You hang around the dog section of your local bookstore way too often.
   
• Your non-dog friends won't eat food prepared in your kitchen.
   
• Your parents refer to your pet as their "grand-dog."
   
• You have baby gates permanently installed at strategic places around the house but no babies.
   
• You open your purse and that big bunch of baggies you use for pick-up pops out .
   
• You skip breakfast so you can walk your dog in the morning before work.
   
• The trash basket is more or less permanently installed in the kitchen sink, to keep the dog out of it while you're at work.
   
• You can't see out the passenger side of the windshield because there are dog nose prints all over the inside.
   
• You don't go to happy hours with co-workers anymore because you need to go home and walk your dog.
   
• You don't think it's the least bit strange to stand in the back yard chirping "Molly, Pee!" over and over at your dog who tends to play and forget what she's our there for.
   
• You go to the pet supply store every Saturday because it's one of the very few places that lets you bring your dog inside, and the dog loves to go with you.
   
• You get an extra long hose on your shower massage just so you can use it to wash the dog in the tub, without making the dog sit hip deep in water.
   
• You and the dog come down with something flu like on the same day. The dog sees the vet while you settle for an over the counter remedy from the drug store.
   
• You not only have dog toys strewn about, but your guests also have to be careful not to trip on the dog jumps. (well we gotta exercise them in the winter somehow)
   
• Your weekend activities are planned around taking your dog for a hike.
   
• You refer to yourself as "mommy" and "daddy".
   
• Your dog sleeps with you.
   
• You'd rather stay home on Saturday night and cuddle your doggies than go to the movies with your sweetie.
   
• You keep an extra water dish in your second-floor bedroom, in case your dog gets thirsty at night.
   
• You avoid vacuuming the house as long as possible because the dogs are afraid of the brain-sucker.
   
• When your dog is getting old and arthritic, and you go buy lumber and build it a small staircase so it can climb onto the bed by itself.
   
• You shovel a zig-zag path in the back yard snow so your dog can reach all of his favorite places.
   
• Your have 32 different names for your dogs. Most make no sense but they understand.
   
• Your dog eats cat poop but you still let him/her kiss you (but not immediately after, of course)
   
• You never completely finish a piece of steak or chicken so the dog gets some too.
   
• Poop has become a source of conversation for you and your significant other.
   
• You are the only idiot walking in the pouring rain because your dog needs his walk.
   
• You send birthday, anniversary and Christmas cards from your dog.
   
• You like people who like your dogs. You despise people who don't.
   
• You lecture people on responsible dog ownership every chance you get.
   
• You keep eating even though you find a dog hair in your pasta.
   
• You carry dog biscuits in your pockets all the time.
   
• You make popcorn just so you can play catch with your dog.
   
• You talk about your dogs like other people talk about their kids.
   
• You have your dog pictures on your office desk. (but no one else's).
   
• Your license plate or license plate frame mentions your dogs.
   
• You match your furniture, carpet and clothes to your dog.
   

The American Bloodhound Club Bulletin Spring 1996

Don't close the door! Don't push me away.
Why are you leaving? Don't make me stay.
Slow down the car, I can't keep up.
This pavement is hot and my pads are cut.
I've got to quit running or my heart will pop.
Every muscle is aching. Why don't you stop?
I'm so hungry and thirsty. Darkness is near.
But I shouldn't leave, he will come for me here.
Several weeks have passed, I am dead on my feet.
They call me a nuisance because I eat off the streets.
Every car that passes, I chase it to see
If it's my master coming for me.
Though I approach those that come near
With trust in my eyes and no sign of fear.
With hate in their voices and a cold, heartless stare,
They threaten to kill me - they don't even care.
Batter my body with rocks that they throw,
I will not leave, he will come, don't you know?
Overtaken with weakness, my body is numb.
I'm sick and so lonely. Oh please, let him come!
I will go back where he first threw me out.
I'll wait for him there, he will come, no doubt.
My thoughts are fading. My chest feels like lead.
I'm sleepy, so sleepy - I can't lift my head.
It's so quiet, so peaceful -- all remains still.
There is my master at my home on the hill.
Yes, I can see him, he's calling my name.
His voice is so gentle, his hands are the same.
He decided he wants me. Things will be fine.
I really do love him, that master of mine.
My tail wags with pleasure. I can't catch my breath.
He came in my dreams, but so did my DEATH!!

~~Author unknown
 

This morning, I woke up & 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 of everything, that we did pass, I ate something weird -- 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's pretty quick -- but I was still in the lead. I flew under the bed, and Mom flew past, She stopped -- 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 lighting. She'd sat at the computer, while I chewed the cord, She thought I was mad, but I was just bored.

When Mama had enough, 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, 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, then turned on my charms, I woo-wooed, "Hello," then jumped in his arms.

Sitting under the table -- it's sooo 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 abused. Daddy let loose a chuckle. Mom asked "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, "Time for bed." Dad said "Let's go boy," and patted my head. I got in my spot, between Mom and Dad, I thought 'bout my day and what fun 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, goodnight."

Cry From a Lonely Dog

I wish someone would tell me what it is that I've done wrong.
Why I've had to stay chained up and left alone so long
They seemed so glad to have me when I came here as a pup.
There were so many things we'd do while I was growing up.

They couldn't wait to train me as a companion and as a friend.
And told me how they'd never fear being left alone again.
The children said they'd feed me and brush me every day.
They'd play with me and walk me if only I could stay.

But now the family "hasn't time"; they often say I shed.
They do not want me in the house, not even to be fed.
The children never walk me. They always say, "Not now!
I wish that I could please them. Won't someone tell me how?

All I had, you see, was love. I wish they would explain.
Why they said they wanted me, then left me on a chain.

Author Unknown

"One by One"
Author Unknown
One by One, they pass by my cage,
Too old, too worn, too broken, no way.

Way past his time, he can't run and play.
Then they shake their heads slowly and go on their way.

A little old man, arthritic and sore,
It seems I am not wanted anymore.

I once had a home, I once had a bed,
A place that was warm, and where I was fed.

Now my muzzle is grey, and my eyes slowly fail.
Who wants a dog so old and so frail?

My family decided I didn't belong,
I got in their way, my attitude was wrong.

Whatever excuse they made in their head,
Can't justify how they left me for dead.

Now I sit in this cage, where day after day,
The younger dogs get adopted away.

When I had almost come to the end of my rope,
You saw my face, and I finally had hope.

You saw thru the grey, and the legs bent with age,
And felt I still had life beyond this cage.

You took me home, gave me food and a bed,
And shared your own pillow with my poor tired head.

We snuggle and play, and you talk to me low,
You love me so dearly, you want me to know.

I may have lived most of my life with another,
But you outshine them with a love so much stronger.

And I promise to return all the love I can give,
To you, my dear person, as long as I live.

I may be with you for a week, or for years,
We will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears.

And when the time comes that God deems I must leave,
I know you will cry, and your heart, it will grieve.

And when I arrive at the Bridge, all brand new,
My thoughts and my heart will still be with you.

And I will brag to all who will hear,
Of the person who made my last days so dear.


 

Once I was a lonely dog, just looking for a home.
I had no place to go, no one to call my own.
I wandered up and down the streets, in rain, in heat and snow.
I ate whatever I could find, I was always on the go.

My skin would itch, my feet were sore, my body ached with pain.
And no one stopped to give a pat, or to gently say my name.
I never saw a loving glance, I was always on the run.
For people thought that hurting me was really lots of fun.

And then one day I heard a voice so gentle, kind and sweet.
And arms so soft reached down to me and took me off my feet.
"No one again will hurt you", was whispered in my ear.
"You'll have a home to call your own where you will know no fear."

"You will be dry, you will be warm, you'll have enough to eat,
And rest assured that when you sleep, your dreams will be sweet."
I was afraid I must admit, I've lived so long in fear.
I can't remember when I let a human come so near.

And as she tended to my wounds and bathed and brushed my fur
She told me about the rescue group and what it meant to her.
She said, We are a circle, a line that never ends.
And in the circle there is you, protected by your friends.

And all around you are the ones that check the pounds,
And those that share their home after you've been found.
And all the other folks are searching near and far,
To find the perfect home for you, where you can be a star.She said, "There is a family, that's waiting patiently,
And pretty soon we'll find them, just you wait and see."
"And then they'll join our circle, they'll help to make it grow,
So there'll be more room for more like you, who have no place to go."

I waited very patiently, the days they came and went.
Today's the day I thought, my family will be sent.
Then just when I began to think it wasn't meant to be,
There were people ~ People gazing down at me.

I knew in a heart beat,I could tell they felt it too
They said "We have been waiting for a special dog like you."
Now every night I say a prayer to all the gods that be.
"Thank you for the life I live and all you've given me.

""But most of all protect the dogs in the pound and on the street.
And send a special person, to lift them off their feet.

Month One

Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of
your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your
heart beat is my favorite lullaby.



Month Two

Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could
definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home
though. It is so nice and warm in here.



Month Three

You know what Mommy, I'm a girl !! I hope that makes you happy. I always want
you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad
too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.



Month Four

Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a
lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my
fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it
too.



Month Five

You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a
baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?



Month Six

I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it?
It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy!! HELP me!! No . . .


Month Seven

Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. he is holding me. He told me about
abortion. Why didn't you want me Mommy?



Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never
see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never
run. One more mouth that will never speak.