Gives with an open heart – love and affection
Shares with no obligation – joy and happiness
Works without question – hard and energetic
Lives without regret – for the joy of the moment
Loves with no bounds – his master, his friend
I lived at the shelter
I waited and hoped
that soon I’d be adopted
by some really nice folk.
The months went on
I would whine and cry
the end was near
soon I would die.
I tried to look cute
I would bark and dance
no one noticed
not even a glance.
I made a friend
she watched and waited
but the going was slow.
Finally at last
she had to say
I’ll take him home
there’s no other way.
Something that jumps
a little green bug
a leaf in flight
the fringe on the rug.
The ball that squeaks
a woolly bear worm
the puppies quarrel
it must be my turn.
Bit and wrestle
tug of war
don’t miss a morsel
thqt falls on the floor.
Puppies are busy
they sleep and play
life is grand
it’s always a new day.
Please care for a friend –
find a home, help him mend.
Has a gear 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, anyway 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.
Puppies and puddles
licks and hugs
soft and lovable
just look at their mugs.
A smile on their face
a twinkle in their eye
they’re just so sweet
no need to ask why.
Little wet kisses
soft gentle nuzzles
not very complicated
like crossword puzzles.
They arrive with love
and joy in their heart
just want to share
not be apart.
Cats don’t care what dogs think
they just look down and sorta wind.
Perch themselves, way up high
the dogs bark and start to cry.
It’s really not fair, those agile cats
hiding in places, just like rats.
The dogs want to play, join in the fun
chase that cat, make it run.
But cats care less, don’t need to play fair
like to tease, don’t have a care.
Poor dogs sit and wonder why?
Sly old cat naps with a sigh.
Dogs keep guard, waiting for a twitch
cat doesn’t move, not even for an itch.
The game goes on, cat unaware
the dogs just plead, please care.
Dogs can be trained
but really don’t care
turn you back
they sit in your chair.
Been to obedience school
know how to mind
they seem to unwind.
Put them on a leash
they can be led
next time you look
they’re on your bed.
Do everything wrong
but somehow they win
our hearts and homes
we share with a grin.
Just a trip to the vet, shouldn’t cause the dog to sweat.
Open the door, hop in the car, down the road, not too far.
Tail wagging, happy and panting, no howling, barking or ranting.
Get a little closer, pull in the lot, dog remembers, thought he forgot.
Getting nervous, tongue hanging out, now he knows, starting to pout.
Drag him in, through the door, try to get him to sit on the floor.
Jumps in my lap, sits and shakes, drools and slobbers while he waits.
The vet is nice, talks and soothes, gives the shot, has real good moves.
We’re happy now, heading out the door, forget the vet, don’t want any more.
The annual trip fades from mind, gets the ball, his favorite find.
Oliver James is my formal name
call me OJ, I’ll come just the same.
Once a little puppy, living at the pound
a family came by, I was finally found.
Adopted and loved, have a great old pappy
There’s nothing I want, I’m just plain happy!
I walk the beach, run in the sand
life is great, just as I planned.
Dedicated to OJ, dearly missed buy sill living in our hearts.
That is the business of being dog –
to bark, to get dirty feet, to give sloppy kisses.
To always be there at your feet
in your bed, by your side.
In the car, in the park, in your heart.
That is the business of being dog –
a companion, a friend
one who thinks you and your alone
are the center of their universe.
People say I’m just all ears
that’s really far from the truth.
My joys in life – to run and jump
bark loud squeals of delight.
I have a great friend called buddy.
How unusual it seems
for the big, black dog
to take me under his wing.
We run, we sleep, beg for crumbs
play games like hide and seek.
My legs are short
on a sausage round body
I have no tail at all.
People think I’m just all ears
but my heart’s as big as the come.
I’m lovable and happy
when you get to know me
I’m just a Jammie inside.
The touch of his paw upon my arm
a quiet lick across my wrist
The doggie love of my life – my Buddy
Not some spiffy, purebred beast
but a kind and gentle waif
found out in the street.
He called in a quiet, gentle voice
touching my soul, running into my arms
There’s always the thought –
OH NO ANOTHER DOG!
But I could tell immediately
he was mine, no others
Perhaps somewhere in a far distant time
our souls shared a life together
He’s now my canine companion
the great dog of my life
He will always be – a Buddy to me