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Dog Poetry


A Dogs Soul

    Every dog must have a soul, somewhere deep inside
    Where all his hurts and grievances are buried with his pride.

    Where he decides the good and bad, the wrong way from the right,
    And where his judgement carefully is hidden from our sight.

    A dog must have a secret place, where every thought abides,
    A sort of close acquaintance that he trusts in and confides.

    And when accused unjustly for himself, He cannot speak,

          He finds within his soul, the comfort he must seek.

    He'll love, tho'he is unloved, and he'll serve tho'badly used,
    And one kind word will wipe away the times when he's abused.

    Altho' his heart may break in two, his love will still be whole,
    Because God gave to every dog an understanding Soul!


    Walkin in a Doggie Wonderland

      Dog tags ring, are you listenin'?
      In the lane, snow is glistenin'.
      It's yellow, NOT white I've been there tonight,
      Marking up my winter wonderland.

      Smell that tree? That's my fragrance.
      It's a sign for wandering vagrants;
      "Avoid where I pee, it's MY pro-per-ty!
      Marked up as my winter wonderland."

      In the meadow dad will build a snowman,
      following the classical design.
      Then I'll lift my leg and let it go Man,
      So all the world will know that it's mine-mine-mine!

      Straight from me to the fence post,
      flows my natural incense boast;
      "Stay off my TURF, this small piece of earth,
      I marked it as my winter wonderland."


      Four Legged Friend

        You come to me a blessing I know
        Lent to me from above
        To teach me to soft a kind
        And giving of all mankind
        How I look in those bright brown eyes
        my hearts melts or so sweet and kind
        I treasure you know
        But your job so big
        and mine so small
        For I know nothing of forgives
        to some of mankind
        and you only in return ask for
        a pat or game of flecth , meal and water
        I will do this with out a problem
        for you touch my heart and soul
        but my four legged friend
        If you teach me the
        unconditional love as you have
        I know the world can be a better place
        this written by a friend as a Welcome gift to Cigale
        my new puppy friend please donot take it unless you ask



Sleeping with your Dog

          Now I lay me down to sleep,
          The king-size bed is soft and deep.
          I sleep right in the center groove
          My human being can hardly move!
          I've trapped her legs, she's tucked in tight
          And here is where I pass the night
          No one disturbs me or dares intrude
          Till morning comes and "I want food!"
          I sneak up slowly to begin
          my nibbles on my human's chin.
          She wakes up quickly,
          I have sharp teeth-
          I'm a puppy, don't you see?
          For the morning's here
          and it's time to play
          I always seem to get my way.
          So thank you Lord for giving me
          This human person that I see.
          The one who hugs and holds me tight
          And shares her bed with me at night!


When I Got My New Dog

            I asked for strength that I might rear her perfectly;

            I was given weakness that I might feed her more treats.

            I asked for good health that I might rest easy;
            I was given a "special needs" dog that I might know nurturing.

            I asked for an obedient dog that I might feel proud;
            I was given stubbornness that I might feel humble.

            I asked for compliance that I might feel masterful;
            I was given a clown that I might laugh.

            I asked for a companion that I might not feel lonely;
            I was given a best friend that I would feel loved.

            I got nothing I asked for,
            But everything that I needed.


            My Little Puppy

            Breeders Poem

            I love my little puppy; she makes my house a home.
            is my very best friend; I never feel alone.
            She makes me smile;
            She makes me laugh;
            She fills my heart with love . . .

            Did some breeder breed her, or did she fall down from above?

            I've never been a breeder, never seen life through their eyes;

            But, still I hold my little puppy and just sit and criticize. I've never known their anguish;  Iv'e never felt their pain, the caring of their charges, through snow or wind or rain.

            I've never sat the whole night through, waiting for babies to be born, the stress and trepidation when they're still not there by dawn.  I've never felt the heartache of a little life in my hands, this darling little baby, who weighs but 60 grams.

            Should you do that instead of this . . . or this instead of that?

             Alone you fight and hope one day, he'll grow to be a dog.

            You pray he'll live to bring joy to another family, and make a house a home.

             You know it's all up to you; you'll fight this fight alone.

            Formula, bottles, heating pads, you've got to get this right, two-hour feedings for this tiny guy, throughout the day and night.

            In your heart you know you're almost sure to lose the  fight, to save this little baby, but God willing  you just MIGHT.

            Day one he's in there fighting; you say a silent prayer.

            Day two & three, he's doing well, with lots of love and care.

            Day four & five . . . he's still alive; your hopes soar to the heavens.

            Day six he slips away again, dies in your hands.

             Day seven. You take this little angel, and bury him alone.

            With aching heart and burning tears, and an exhausted groan, you ask yourself,  "Why  do this?  Why suffer all this pain?"

            But seeing the joy your puppies bring . .  it really self-explains.
            So, when you think of breeders and label them with "Greed,"

            Think about what they endure to fill another's need.

            When you buy a puppy, and with your precious dollars part, remember, You only pay with money .. . . we pay with a piece of our heart.

              Author Unknown

Contact Debby White

Deblyns German Sherpherd

Specializing in quality German Shepherd puppies


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