Why Do They Leave?
It doesn’t make any difference
their color or size
most dogs are very wise.
They know their limits
how to please, sometimes in fun
they really tease.
They join our lives, fill our heart
we never ever want to part.
Their lives are too short
for the joy they give, why do they leave
and we get to Live?
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Life with Dogs
Let them out, let them in
you just get settled and they’re at it again.
The dogs jut love to have their fun
everything goes, they’re on the run.
Their lives are full with happiness and joy
they just can’t wait to get a new toy.
Life with dogs is never dull
take the good with the bad
you love them all.
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Dogs Share Our Lives
Dog share our lives, make them complete
keep us company, lay at our feet.
Entertain us, give us joy
think life is great, with each new toy.
A pat on the head, a scratch under the chin
keeps them happy, and we always win.
The joy is ours, to keep in our heart
the dogs let us think, we’re pretty smart.
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Two Little Pups
Two little pups
almost lost in time
they are wroth the effort –
yours and mine.
Dropped off at a shelter
out of sight out of mind
by people not caring
ignorant, not kind.
But sometimes help comes
so they’re not left alone
by email, visitors
or even the phone.
Not very nice
to ignore the little guys –
give kindness and love
show humans can be wise.
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Poor Little Pup
Poor little pup
dumped at night
that’s enough to
cause some fright.
Left in a run
behind the pound
waiting for someone
to come around…
Spent 3 days
in a concrete run
thought for sure
her life was done.
Thanks to rescue –
people who cared
her little life
was finally spared.
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Sweetie
Curled in my lap
our afternoon nap
a little ball of fur
happy and sure.
Weeks ago
you wouldn’t know
a little lost soul
nowhere to go.
Alone at night
no one in sight
a frightened little puppy
not feeling lucky.
They took her to the pound
she thought she was found
but no on choose her
no long fur.
She hugged and kissed
but seemed to miss
finding a home
a place to roam.
But soon came a friend
someone that could bend
feeling love in her heart
they just couldn’t part.
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Sparky
Just like the other dogs
that share my life
Sparky came from the shelter
not feeling quite right.
Terribly sick
coughing and sad
still wagging his tail
was really glad.
He wanted someone
to help and care
full of affection
he would openly share.
Now healthy and strong
full of love and joy
thinks life’s great
he’s a happy boy.
The love dogs give
is a gift to us
especially when
they’ve earned our trust.
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She Never Came Home
Adopted in heart and mind alone
because she really
never came home.
Saved from the shelter
sick and thin
trying to get her well again.
Time at the vets
a few visits alone
a week went by
but she never came home.
they treated and bathed her
the sad eyes shone
but her time was up
she wasn’t alone.
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Charlie
The black and white spaniel
Charlie, Chuck or Chas
he’s always smiling
it’s a little grin that he has.
A stray at large
tossed in a truck
ends up at the shelter
not good luck.
He’s so much trouble
barking and complaining
the staff ignores him
only a few days remaining.
No one cares
he’s coughing and sick
tries to look cute
but he’s no ones pick.
He caught Pat’s eye
gave big we kisses
he really worked hard
to convey his wishes.
On the road to recovery
he went to the vet
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Are We Brothers?
Are we brothers
or related somehow?
It’s not really important
we have homes now.
Lived at the shelter
no choice in the matter
as days went by
we each got sadder.
Share the same story
how lost dogs feel
will we ever be loved
eat another nice meal?
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Our Little Katie
Hobbling around
from room to room
Katie moves
like a little raccoon.
She barks and plays
just like the rest
trying to keep up
and doing her best.
Her legs are crooked
and wobble a bit
so she often just watches
and likes to sit.
We thought she was injured
from an accident
but the vets are sure
she was born with legs bent.
So we love her, keep her
as part of our pack
she thinks life is great
and that’s a fact.
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Nothing But Love
Sometimes
you just can’t tell –
what they are
it’s just as well.
Mom’s ears
Dad’s tail
Grandma’s spots
Grandpa’s wail!
Put together
in a very strange way
you look hard
but no one can say.
Trying to guess
you look in their eyes
find nothing but love
it’s no disguise.
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