Vacations Are Fun

My ears are up
there’s a smile on my face
I’m so happy
to be back in my place.
I’ve eaten my dinner
played with the boys
even had fun
with the old chew toys.
Vacations are fun
but home is best
finally I’ll have
a little quiet and rest.

Poetry and Art by Patricia Walter 2006 ©

I feel a kinship
with most dogs I meet
they look in your eye
and want to greet.
Wag their tail
wiggle their butt
doesn’t matter
purebred or mutt.
Dogs share out lives
a wonderful gift
put on earth
to give man a lift.

Original Poetry and Art by Patricia Walter 2002 ©

Care For A Friend

Help care for a friend
find a home, help him mend.
Has a heart of gold
has to move – he’s told.
Find a place, a nice new home
where people care – he can roam.
His eyes are lonely, can’t you see
just wants love, somewhere to be.
Holds no grudges, has a happy heart
looking for a family, a brand new start.
Care for your friend, any way you can
a helping hand, a ride in a van.
Just a warm wish, tossed his way
may be all he needs to make his day.

Original Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©

She lived at the shelter
shivered and shook
I almost walked by
without giving a look.
The nice young man
reached up high
brought her out
said – give her a try.

She clung to my shoulder
held on tight
seemed so timid
had so much fright.
I brought her home
to join the gang
gave her attention
a nice new name.
It didn’t take long
the real puppy came out
she was running and barking
just wanting to shout.
Such a great friend
I’ve never had
loving and loyal
not a bit of sad.

Love

Love
Unconditional
no boundaries
not wheelchairs
age, health
or social status
Always real
Always true

Poetry & Photo by Patricia Walter 2016 ©

Dedicated to Mom and Millie

Lays in my lap
sleeps on my bed
best little buddy
I ever had.
Barks a tune
shares my meals
always follows
right on my heels.
Loves to boat
camper extreme
greets everyone
never mean.
Once a lost soul
found his way here
now happy and healthy
nothing to fear.

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2016 ©

Dedicated to my Peanut.  He showed up at my house and tried to get in the fence to join the other big dogs.  He had been attacked with puncture wounds, very long nails, eyes almost shut with fleas and puss and terrible infections. It took the vets 7 days to save him. I am happy there were able to spare his life and he is a really great dog.

Poor Little Peanut at the vets. 2012

Blind Dogs Have Fun Too

Robbie loves to toss his ball
no need for anyone else at all.
Jumping and prancing
he looks like he’s dancing.
Having fun galore
he plays some more.
Find another new toy
no – playing ball is his joy.
Taking time for a rest
still loves his ball the best.

Dedicated to Robbie – Blind but no Handicap

Poetry & Photos by Patricia Walter 2016 ©

Goodbye Friend

Memories
linger in thought.
Love
still warms the heart.
Joy
connects the past.
Tears
blur the present.
Faith
promises reunion in the future.

Original Poetry & Photo by Patricia Walter 2002 ©

Brothers

Dedicated to Fritz & Sluggo Walter

We were part of a littler of six
girls and boys, what a mix.
Taken to the shelter, no one cared
squealed and shook, really scared.
Fell right out of a kennel so high
hit the floor, started to cry.
Back leg broken, limping and sore
help me quickly, x-rays and more.
Emails sent, looking for a reply
need someone to help, who won’t ask why.
Taken to the vet, my brother and I
cared for, repaired, in the wink of an eye.
We are fortunate someone cared
while thousands more, won’t be spared.

Poetry & Photo by Patricia Walter 2005 ©

The New Coat

Winter is coming
there’s a chill in the air
the weatherman said
you better beware.
I’m not very big
have short white hair
Mom said
I better prepare.
She put on my coat
I would stand and stare
I looked just like
a cute woolly bear.
It really felt warm
hangs on the chair
on cold windy days
it’s what I wear.

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2002 ©