A Dog Poem

(Author Unknown)

Why own a dog? There's a danger you know.

You can't own just one, for the craving will grow.

There's no doubt their addictive, where in lies the danger.

While living with lots, you'll grow poorer and stranger.

One dog is no trouble and two are so funny.

The third one is easy, the fourth one's a honey.

The fifth one is delightful, the sixth one is a breeze.

You find you can live in a household with ease.

So how about another? Would you really dare.

Their really quite easy, but oh lord the hair!

With dogs on the sofa and dogs on the bed.

And crates in the kitchen, it's no bother you said.

Their really no trouble, their manners are great.

What's one more dog and just one more crate?

The sofa is hairy, the windows are crusty.

The floor is all footprints, the furniture all dusty.

The housekeeper suffers, but what do you care?

Who minds a few nose prints, and a little more hair.

So let's keep a puppy, you can always find room.

And a little more time for the dust cloth and broom.

There's hardly a limit to the dogs you can add.

The thought of a cutback sure makes you sad.

Each one is so special, so useful, so funny.

The vet and the food bill grows larger, you owe money.

Your folks never visit, few friends come to stay.

             Except other dog folks, who live the same way.

Your lawn has now died, and your shrubs are dead too.

But your weekends are busy, off with the crew.

There's dog food, vitamins, training and shots.

And entries, travel and motel which costs lots.

Is it worth it you wonder? Are you caught in a trap?

Then that favorite dog climbs in your lap.

His look says your special and you know that you will,

Keep all of the critters in spite of the bills.

But winters a hassle, the dogs hate it too.

But they must have their walks, though their numb and your blue.

Late evening is awful, you scream and you shout.

At the dogs on the sofa that refuse to go out.

The dog show, the travel, the thrills.

The work and the worry, the pressure, the bills.

The whole thing seems worth it, the dogs are your life.

Their charming, funny and offset the strife.

Your lifestyle has changed, things won't be the same.

Yes, those dogs are addictive and so is the game.

WHEN DOG IS SPELLED BACKWARDS, IT SPELLS "GOD".

The Dog's Cold Nose

(Arthur Guiterman)

When Noah, perceiving 'twas time to embark,
Persuaded the creatures to enter the Ark,
The dog, with a friendliness 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!

Room For One More

(Author Unknown)

I see by his coat he must be a stray 
The untidy look gives him away 
He's lost his will and is so thin 
He hasn't eaten since God knows when 
I know as I coax him through the door 
There's always room for one more 

The other night in the freezing rain 
That little female came up again 
Matted and soaked, crying in need 
Lost and alone with babies to feed 
Her pleading eyes I couldn't ignore 
There's always room for one more 

There's a new face on the block today 
Hungry and unclean to our dismay 
I stroked her head and her body rippled 
When she got up I saw she was crippled 
She started to go but fell to the floor 
There's always room for one more 

There's the poor dog standing in the rain 
I've tried to entice him time and again 
One ear's lopsided, the other's been torn 
Blind in one eye, lost and forlorn 
He's coming now, so I'll open the door 
There's always room for one more.