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
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.
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.
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
<>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.
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.
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 wayAnd 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 hatby 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
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.
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.