The Christmas Puppy
Author Unknown
Santa comes quietly long before dawn
When shops are all closed and shoppers all gone.
He slips past the trees and windows aglow
Through the gate to the back yard as icy winds blow
To find the pup brought last year chained up in the snow.
And kneeling he whispers, "Are you ready to go?"
There are too many stops like this one tonight;
He leaves not a note nor a footprint in sight
Just an unbuckled collar on a cold Christmas night.
"Walk With An Old Dog"
by Gayl Jokiel, Wheaten Blazoner, SCWTCGSL
Because you will not be forever,
Hope against time though I may,
I paint your picture in my memory,
Eyes blue with age, muzzle gone gray.
Because you walked with me in Springtime,
Puppy-clumsy, running free.
As you grew, we grew together-
You became a part of me.
Because you shared with me my sorrows,
Not understanding- simply there.
Often spurring me to laughter--
My friend, you know how much I care.
Because the years have slowed your fleetness,
Though your spirit still is strong.
I promise I will take more time now,
So that you can go along.
Because you do not fear the future,
Living only in the now,
I draw strength from your example-
Yet time keeps slipping by somehow.
Because the day will soon be coming
When I will no longer see
You rise to greet me-but in memory
You will always walk with me.
Roses in November
Tale Waggers
I look out my window and realize that the bleak, gray November weather is here again. An early snow blankets the yard. Still, in the midst of the bleak gray and white landscape, I catch a glimpse of bright color. A rose is still blooming. It isn't the fanciest rose. It doesn't have the most lavish scent. The blooms aren't lush and full.
Yet this is the first rose to bloom in the spring and the last to surrender to winter - blooming in the snow long past frost. This, I think to myself, is what old dogs are like.
DO TREES GET IN THE WAY?
Contributed by Susan Saulvester-Author Unknown
Sometimes the forest grows up too thick, Sometimes we get lost in the fog.
- We forget that our primary purpose at shows
- Is to have a good time with our dog.
- We get so involved in heeling and stays,
- Teaching proper response to each call.
- We forget that instead of retrieve on the flat
They'd rather be chasing a ball.
We devote every effort to grooming their coat
Till it looks like a soft mohair rug.
It's aligned and it's puffed when the dog underneath would prefer a grand hair mussing hug.
Our lives become busy, the club work complex, With letters and meetings and talks.
No time for just sitting out under a tree
Or taking those long Springtime walks.
- It's true that our dogs get the time and the care
- That dogs not so show worthy might miss,
- But is it time in the back of a van in a crate
- When they'd rather your lap and a kiss?
- So don't let the forest or fog or the glory
Determine what is your dog's fate.....
Take a walk in the clouds, give a hug. throw a stick, before you find out it's too late.
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