Dog Poems

Ode to a Boxer

From the minute your Boxer arrives

Things will never be the same

He'll take over your life completely

But you'll soon be glad that he came.

As a pup he's inclined to be wilful

Defiant and boisterous at play

When he's chewing his lead whilst out walking You may even rue the day.

But when he reaches 8 or 9

And begins to settle down...!

Oh, by the way did anyone tell you

That Boxers middle name is "Clown".

He'll like to be with you round the house

He's a dog that likes to join in

He'll 'help' you to lay that carpet

With a shuffle, a grunt and a grin!

So if you're thinking of owning a Boxer

I promise you life will never be dull

He'll make you laugh, and he'll make you cry As he lives his life to the full.

Anon

Oh Look At Me

'Oh look at me' said the Boxer

'Oh look at me and sigh'

None can compare with my beauty

For a Boxer puppy am I.

I'm soft and adorably cuddly

With eyes full of mischief and joy

'We'll have her' they said so excited

They looked on me just as a toy.

'Oh look at me' said the Boxer

'Oh look at me and cry'

No longer adorably cuddly

No longer with joy in my eye.

I cried in the night, so they told me

Made puddles on their kitchen floor

And though I was only a baby

They left me outside the back door.

It's cold out here, and I'm lonely

They've forgotten to feed me today

They've packed up their bags and

they've left me

To go off on some grand holiday.

I've been trying to look for my people

Though really I cannot think why

They've hit me, and kicked me, and

starved me

Still I'm willing to have one more try.

But now as I lay at the roadside

My heart is so weary and sore

Won't someone out there simply love

I've nowhere to go any more.

'Oh look at me' said the Boxer

'Oh look at me and sigh'

None can compare with my beauty

And the joy has come back to my eye.

For I've found someone to love me

To care about me, to adore

The ice round my heart it has melted

And I'm ready to trust you once more.

So now all you Boxer breeders

Before you sell your next whelp

Don't just get rid to the highest bidder

Or, like me, they might just need help.

Anon

A Boxers Tale

When I arrived at this house just two years ago,

Not a frightened pup was I ready for friend and foe,

I announced "my name is Bhuna and a Boxer I'm here to stay,

But let me warn you mum and dad, I'm going to get my way."

To stop my cries in the night they let me in their bed,

As a tiny pup I comfortably squeezed in between their heads,

But a handsome Boxer I am today and as big as I can be,

That decision to let me sleep with them is regretted ruefully.

My daily chore is walking Dad, I do it every day,

A harness and a lead attached so he doesn't lose his way.

His confidence grows as we hit the fields, he no longer needs his stead,

I've lots of running I need to do so he lets me off my lead.

If I met my doggy mother now I'm sure it would be plain to see,

The loyal proud upstanding Boxer I've turned out to be.

I remember her last words spoken as we left the breeders run,

"The golden rule given to us in life is you must make everything fun!

You've got the pleasure of being a boxer dear, so in everything you do,

Live every day like it were your last and to the Boxer pride be true,

When you're old and slowing down think back to this day

You'll have done your best if you know you got there doing it your way"

I'm the type to stick to my word can't let her down you see,

That's why to my mother fair and true I listened carefully,

The golden rule of Boxers must be followed day by day,

As I warned them when I arrived, I always get my way!

Claire Lowton

I Am Not A Dog

I am not a dog, so please don't make me eat this same food every day.

I am not a dog, so please don't make me sleep on the floor.

I am not a dog, so please don't make me do these silly tricks again.

I am not a dog, so please don't shy away from my kisses.

I am not a dog, so please don't make me get off of the couch.

I am not a dog, so please don't walk away when I am "talking" to you.

I am not a dog, so please don't think you 'won' the staring contest; I just got bored.

I am not a dog. I am a human. I am a boxer!

-jmk, 2001

THE HALF BREED

They call me a Boxer,

But I'm a Half-Breed.

Part Boxer of course,

and part people indeed.

Anyone who owns me knows it's true.

We're so close to being people,

we're like part of you.

"He's one of the family,"

you've heard people say.

"Don't know how we'll manage when he passes away."

But they'll get another Boxer,

a pure bred at first.

Not the most well-behaved puppy,

but far from the worst.

Then the change will take place,

the same as before.

They'll end up with the same human HALF-BREED once more!

Boxer Angel

For those Boxer Babies in the sky

Who have left our loving arms

Don't stop to ask or wonder why

Just know they're free from harm

No pain or fright confronts them now

They've left that all behind

They're embracing joy and freedom

And still live in our minds

Eyes are bright and seeing clear

Velvet skin is healed

Legs aren't stiff, and ears can hear

Our love they still can feel

Embrace their memory, hold it tight

Wipe away your tears

The Boxer joy that filled your life

Will last throughout the years

Think of them with happy thoughts

Say a thankful prayer

All those happy Boxer angels

Still know that we care

written by Dolly Juhlin June '97

Noah's Ark

by Arthur Guiterman

When Noah, perceiving 'twas time to embark,

Persuaded the creatures to enter the Ark,

The dog, with a freindliness truly sublime,

Assisted in herding them two at a time.

He drove in the elephants, zebras and gnus,

Until they were packed like a box full of screws,

The cat in the cupboard, the mouse on the shelf,

The bug in the crack; then he backed in himself.

But such was the lack of available space

He couldn't tuck all of him into the place;

So after the waters had flooded the plain,

And down from the Heavens fell blankets of rain,

He stood with his muzzle thrust out through the door,

The whole forty days of that terrible pour!

Because of which drenching, zoologists hold,

The nose of a healthy dog always is cold!

A FAITHFUL DOG

BY:ANONYMOUS

A Faithful Dog Will Play With You

And Laugh With You -Or Cry-

He'll Gladly Starve To Stay With You

Nor Ever Reason Why,

And When You're Feeling Out Of Sorts

Somehow He'll Understand

He'll Watch You With His Shining Eyes

And Try To Lick Your Hand.

His Blind, Implicit Faith In You

Is Matched By His Great Love -

The Kind That All Of Us Should Have

In The Master, Up Above.

When Everything Is Said And Done

I Guess This Isn't Odd

For When You Spell "Dog" Backwards

You Get The Name Of God.

A Pets Prayer

Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is

more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.

Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your

hand between the blows, your patience and understanding

will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the worlds sweetest music, as

you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep

falls upon my waiting ear.

When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a

domesticated animal, no longer used to the elements. And I ask no

greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the

hearth. Though, had you no home, I would rather follow you through

ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home

in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshipper.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not

reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.

Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do

your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able

to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.

And, beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of

my health or my sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather, hold me

gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of

eternal rest --- and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I

drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.

by: Beth Norman Harris

A Poem for the New Puppy Owner

Don't smell crotches,

Don't eat plants.

Don't steal food

Or underpants.

Don't eat my socks,

Don't grab my hair. . .

DON'T RIP THE STUFFING

FROM THAT CHAIR!

Don't eat those peas!

Don't touch that bush!

Don't chew my shoes. . .

What IS that mush?

Eat your cookie,

Drink your drink,

Outta the toilet!

Outta the sink!

AWAY FROM THE CAT BOX,

IT'S FOR THE CAT!

(And MUST you kiss me?

After that???)

Yes, raising a puppy,

Is not for the lazy!

Though puppies are funny,

They're also quite crazy.

But don't despair,

Though its toil and strife.

After 3 years,

You'll get back your life!

So, let's go for "walkies",

You can "do your thing"

(And perhaps I'll get back

My GOOD DIAMOND RING!)

"SOMEONE ONCE LOVED HIM"

HIS HAIR WAS ALL MATTED

AS HE STOOD IN THE RAIN

WITH SAD, PLEADING EYES

AND A HEART FULL OF PAIN

SOMEONE ONCE LOVED HIM

HE WASN'T ALONE

HIS BELLY WAS FULL THEN

HIS RAVEN COAT SHONE

HE LIVED IN A BIG HOUSE

WITH A WARM COZY BED

FILLED WITH LAUGHTER AND LOVE

AND HIS LITTLE FRIEND, TED

BUT THEN HE GOT BIGGER

AND BARKED WHEN ALONE

NO LONGER A PUPPY

HIS "CUTENESS" OUTGROWN.

SO THEY MOVED HIM OUTSIDE

TO A BIG LONELY YARD

AND SCOLDED HIS BARKING

THOUGH HE TRIED REALLY HARD

HE WAITED FOR TEDDY

AS HE WATCHED NIGHT AND DAY

HE THOUGHT "I'LL BE GOOD,

I JUST WANT TO PLAY."

THEY PROMISED HIM LOVE

AND A LIFE AS THEIR FRIEND

NOT THE DARK, LONELY NIGHTS

AND THE COLD, BITTER WIND

HE HUNGERED FOR "TOUCH"

NOT THE FOOD THAT THEY BROUGHT

HE WANTED TO PLEASE THEM

WITH THE TRICKS THEY HAD TAUGHT

BUT THEY WERE TOO BUSY

TO HEAR HIS SAD CRIES

AND DIDN'T HAVE TIME

FOR THE LOVE IN HIS EYES

BUT,, THEN, THEY CAME OUT TO GET HIM

TO GO FOR A RIDE

WOW..A TRIP TO THE COUNTRY

WITH TED BY HIS SIDE!!

BUT SOON IT WAS OVER

AS HE REMEMBERED THAT DAY

AND THE SADNESS HE FELT

WHEN THEY GAVE HIM AWAY

THEY PATTED HIS HEAD

AND WALKED QUICKLY AWAY

WITHOUT LOOKING BACK

AND WITH NOTHING TO SAY

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING??..

WHAT DID I DO??...

TEDDY, DON'T LEAVE ME,

I'M COMING WITH YOU!"

HIS HEART WAS SO HEAVY

WHAT HAD HE DONE WRONG?

THIS WASN'T HIS HOME

HE DIDN'T BELONG

NOW HE WANDERS THE STREETS

CONFUSED AND ALONE

LOOKING FOR TEDDY

AND THE LOVE HE HAD KNOWN

Copyrighted to Pamela (Buni) Wells

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A Dog Sits Waiting

A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun.

Too faithful to leave, too frightened to run.

He's been here for days now with nothing to do,

but sit by the road waiting for you.

He can't understand why you left him that day.

He thought you and he were stopping to play.

He's sure you'll come back, and that's why he stays.

How long will he suffer? How many days?

His legs have grown weak, his throat's parched dry.

He's sick now from hunger and falls, with a sigh.

He lays down his head and closes his eyes.

I wish you could see how a waiting dog dies.

-Kathy Flood

A Dumped Dog's Prayer

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

Are You Really the Super Being?

If you can start the day without caffeine,

If you can get going without pep pills,

If you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,

If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles,

If you can eat the same food everyday and be grateful for it,

If you can understand when your loved ones are too busy to give you any time.

If you can overlook it when those you love take it out on you,

If you can take criticism and blame without resentment,

If you can ignore a friend's limited education and never correct him,

If you can resist treating a rich friend better than an poor friend,

If you can face the world without lies and deceit,

If you can conquer tension without medical help,

If you can relax without liquor,

If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,

If you can say honestly that deep in your heart you have no

prejudice against creed, color, religion or politics,

THEN, my friend, you are almost as good as your dog.

Then, my friend, you are Almost as good as your dog,

Almost, but not quite,

Because besides not having any of your hang-ups and vices,

He would without hesitation, give up his life for you if need be.

Am I Famous Now?

I was born today. One of 10. My daddy was very famous.

I have lots of half brothers and sisters. My mother is very famous.

Since she got famous, she has only had puppies. No more loving hands, no more fun trips... just puppies.

She is always sad when they leave her.

I left home today. I didn't want to go, so I hid behind my mama and my three littermates that were left.

I didn't like you. But one day they said I would be famous. I wonder; is famous the same as fun and good times?

So you picked me up and carried me away, even though you were concerned about me hiding from you.

I don't think you liked me.

My new home is far away. I am scared and afraid. My heart says be brave. My ancestors were.

Did they go to good homes like mine? I'm hungry because I can't eat too much because it will be bad for my bones.

I can't bite or snap when the children are mean to me.

I just run and play and pretend I am in a big green field with butterflies and robins and frogs.

I can't understand why they kick me. I am quiet, but the man hits and says loud things. T

he lady doesn't feed me good things like I had with my mother.

She just throws dry food on the ground, then goes away before I can get too close for touching and petting.

Sometimes my food smells bad but I eat it anyway.

Today I had 10 puppies. They are so wonderful and warm.

Am I famous now?

I wish I could play with them, but they are so tiny.

I am so young and playful that it is hard to lay here in this hole under the house nursing my puppies.

They are crying now. I am so hungry. I scratch and worry my fur.

I wish someone would throw me some food. I am also very thirsty. I now have eight.

Two got cold during the night and I couldn't make them warm again. They are gone.

We are all very weak. Maybe if I take them out on the porch, we can get some food.

Today they took us away. It was too much trouble to feed us and someone came to take us away.

Someone grabbed my puppies, they were cryin and whimpering. We were put in a truck with boxes in it.

Are my babies famous now? I hope so, because I miss them. They are gone.

The place smelled of urine, fear and sickness. Why was I here? I was beautiful, like my ancestors.

Now I am hungry, dirty, in pain and unwanted. Maybe the worst is unwanted. No one came though I tried to be good.

Today someone came. They put a rope on my neck and led me to a room that was very clean and had a shiny table.

They put me on the table. Someone held me and hugged me. It felt so good!!!

Then I felt tired and laid over the last one who cared.

I am famous now. Today someone cared.

Cynethia

ALONE AGAIN

I wish someone could tell me

What it is that I've done wrong,

Why I have 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 companion and as friend.

They told me they would never fear

Being left alone again.

The children said they'd feed me,

Said they'd 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 wont allow 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 have is love, you see,

I wish they would explain,

Why they said they wanted me

Then left me on a chain.

Pit Bulls Don't Cry

I see the children in the lane

They look like friends, we'll have a game

They've got a stick, oh boy, what fun

They'll throw it for me and I'll run

But someone stops me,

I wonder why their mother screams "Don't go near those"

Horrid Dogs, come here, come close

They're dangerous-I'll tell you why

They bite little children and they die

All I can do is watch and sigh

Cause now I know that Pit Bull's don't cry

Mum cuddles me up and says "My pet

We love you dearly so don't you fret"

But I love everyone out there

Why can't they love me, I do care

I wish they weren't made to pass me by

I'm a Pit Bull, I don't cry

I sit behind my padlocked gate

From early morn til quite late

When I go out it's on a lead

Is mine the only heart to bleed

I'm held in check as the world goes by

I wish the Pit Bull heart could cry

There are some dogs, and also men

Who cannot tell a foe from a friend

So all of us must bear the blame

Expected to live a life of shame

Condemned, alas and we know not why

All we know is we will not cry!

~Author Unknown

The Power of the Dog

There is sorrow enough in the natural way

From men and women to fill our day;

And when we are certain of sorrow in store,

Why do we always arrange for more?

Brother and Sisters, I bid you beware

Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy

Love unflinching that cannot lie --

Perfect passion and worship fed

By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.

Nevertheless it is hardly fair

To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits

Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,

And the vet's unspoken prescription runs

To lethal chambers or loaded guns,

Then you will find -- it's your own affair --

But . . . you've given your heart to a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,

With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!);

When the spirit that answered your every mood

Is gone -- wherever it goes -- for good,

You will discover how much you care,

And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We've sorrow enough in a natural way,

When it come to burying Christian clay.

Our loves are not given, but only lent,

At compound interest of cent per cent.

Though it is not always the case, I believe,

That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve:

For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,

A short-time loan is as bad as a long --

So why in Heaven (before we are there)

Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

Rudyard Kipling

PUPPY FARMING

I have a tale of which to tell

Of a life of living hell

I was bought with evil intent

For a money making vent

My previous life was quite good

I lived with a family in the neighbourhood

My mother brought me up

To be a lovely social pup

Then one day a man came to buy

And bought me after telling a lie

He said that he wanted a pet

Unfortunately for me they did not vet

He took me from my cosy home

To a building were I could not roam

I had others placed in cages near me

And before long I was scratching at the flea

My home was in a dark dank shed

With damp cold straw for my bed

My weight was not too good

You couldn't say I was a pud

At six months they brought a dog to me

So I was soon in the family

I bore my young and gave them all

Tried to keep them safe next to the wall

I fed them for all of the time

But with hunger they often would wine

When they where taken to be sold

The master said they where 6 weeks old