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 As Good as Your Dog

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 greatful 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, when through no fault of yours, something goes wrong,
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 a 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.

Our Dogs

Inevitably they talk about their dogs
Leaning against the bar
Leaning against the fenders of their pickup trucks
Laying around the campfire
Gazing at the stars
Inevitably they talk about their dogs

Little do they know
Those little silver specks in the heavens
Are reflections from the eyes
Of all their old friends long gone
And those silver streaks, not falling stars,
No, Frisbees, tennis balls and sticks
That got away in the weightlessness of space

I was on duty often when they came
And cried along with their masters
When their time had come
The rich, the poor, hippies and cowboys
Old couples, little kids
Survivors of the holocaust
Marines home just in time

Some just showed up on the porch, quietly waiting,
like they had an appointment
Some were little squeaking boxes and
Relentless hands fed them with bottle and nipple
Their mothers lost, until irresistibility became full value
And they rode home on the leather seat of the Rolls Royce

"Dr. Smith,
Thank you for your sensitivity and kindness last Saturday regarding my daughter's pony, Missy.  She wrote a poem a few days later.  I thought you might like to read it.  
Vince Della Monica"


I stood there in confusion,
As she cried, and brushed my side,
I'm the one in pain,
Why should she cry?
She leaves me standing there,
Two large men at my side,
Soon I was quite tired,
So I laid down with a sigh,
I closed my eyes so gently,
As the pain began to fade.
I heard her voice start crying,
But the pain had gone away.

I Do Not Know    by Steve Sloane

Tyler, I do not know where Smoky is now
but I would like to think that he is where
The sun is shining and the temperature mild
Where the grass is very tall
And very green
And clear water runs in a year round stream

I would like to think that he is with friendly ponies
Who run with him and play with him
And sometimes just stay with him
And stare into the forest beyond
And pretend that they rule the world
Or at least their own pasture

I would like to think that he is safe from harm
Never in pain
Never scared
Never spooked
Never nervous
Never thinking bad thoughts
Just cool and calm and confidant

I would like to think that he has the company of a young boy
Who sometimes tacks him up
And rides him joyously
Through an open welcoming gate
Down a trail that is wide and straight
With blooming flowers off to the side
And tall trees that shade their ride

And best of all, I would like to think
That as the sun goes down at the end of the day
And he settles down to munch some hay
Trotting out from behind a large oak tree
He is joined by friend that's sleek and fair
And he whinnies out to his Mini-Mare

Tyler, I really do not know, but I really would like to think....

The Horse

On the first day of creation, God created the Horse

On the second day, God created Man to serve the Horse

On the third day, God created all the animals of the earth to spook the Horse when Man was upon his back

On the fourth day, God created honest toil so that Man could labor to pay for the keeping of the Horse

On the fifth day, God created the grasses in the field so that the Horse could eat and Man could do an hones day toil and cleanup after the Horse

On the sixth day, God created Veterinary Science to keep the Horse healthy and Man broke

On the seventh day, God rested and said "This is good.  This will teach Man humility.  It will tire him out and keep him striving every forward to meet the needs of the Horse."

It's Tough On A Dog     by Jean Sawtell

It's tough on a dog when his boy grows up,
When he no longer romps and frolics like a pup.
It's trough on a dog when his boy gets old,
When they no longer cuddle on his bed when it's cold.
It's tough on a dog when his boy gets tall,
When he's off with the boys playing soccer and baseball.
They no longer paddle through the mud in the bog,
Hoping to find a stray turtle or frog.
They no longer run through the grass up to their knees,
Or roll in the piles of fresh fallen leaves.
It's tough on a dog when his boy gets tall,
When he's off to school, looking a girls in the hall.
It's tough on a dog when he has work to do,
When he forgets to play as he used to.
It's tough on a dog when instead of the woods or field or pond,
His boy becomes a man--and the man is gone.

A Dog's Plea

Treat me kindly, my beloved friend, for no heart in all the world is more greatful for kindness than the loving heart of me.

Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I might lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me learn.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps fall upon my waiting ear.

Please take me inside when it is cold and wet, for I am a domesticated animal, no longer accustomed to bitter elements.  I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for 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, my friend, when I am very old, and I no longer enjoy good health, hearing and sight, do not make heroic efforts to keep me going.  I am not having any fun.

Please see that my trusting life is taken gently.  I shall leave this earth knowing with the last breath that I draw, that my fate was always safest in your hands.

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