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I found some really nice doggie poetry today I thought I would share. You all may have read these before I dont know XD

A Day in the Life of a Doberman

A prick of the ear, a cock of the eye,

A moan, a stretch, a grunt a sigh:

The Dobie awakens to sprawl and flail

Then flap from the nose to the tip of his tail.

A velvety muzzle topped with a nose

That must have been unscrewed and froze

All night in the freezer until screwed back

In the nose socket now rooting your lack

Of personal space. “Get up, get dressed!

Matters most urgent have long since pressed.”

With business all finished, and breakfast laid down

The gamboling dog leaps with the joy of a clown.

His meal is inhaled with fervor most true.

For want of a napkin, your pant leg will do.

While you go to work, he does his work, too

Of napping and sniffing out new things to chew.

And if he’s a good boy, he settles for toys

And tries not to bark or make too much noise.

But if he is naughty and pauses to hear

The bad Dobie angel beside his left ear-

The terrible damage a Dobie can do!

The things he can tear and gnaw and chew!

But good Dobes with toys and training to boot

Will stick with their playthings and not give a hoot

For all the chair legs, shoes and other stuff.

For Dobies with training, the toys are enough.

When the front door opens and the family’s home,

Those velvety ears droop from the knobby dog dome.

The nose is upraised, like a hand seeking alms.

His eyes are alight like a saint singing Psalms.

A clatter of nails and general melee

Of springing and jumping and licking away!

The stumpy tail wags “a mile a minute.”

He nudges for a rubdown until you begin it.

No joy in the world hopes to compare

To that of a dog realizing you’re there.

Fetch in the yard or a walk to the park

Will keep your Dobe dog in the right frame of bark.

His flanks will stay tucked, his ribs won’t be flabby

His temperament will abstain from the crabby.

An exercised Dobe stays happy and lean

And resists the temptation to act snappish and mean.

After his dinner has begun to digest

He settles down slowly for his evening of rest.

He arranges the blankets to suit his needs best--

Like a kind of Doberman puppy-dog nest.

He curls up snug like a lamb or a deer

And tucks his short tail under his rear.

A moan, a groan, a sigh of content:

A Doberman happy his day was well spent.


The Life of a Puppy

This morning, I woke up & kissed my dad's head.
I peed on the carpet, then went back to bed.
"The life of a puppy, oh my, this is great."
Then I thought about breakfast," I hope it's not late."

Mom took me outside, we walked for a while.
This never fails to make Mama smile.
I sniffed of everything, that we did pass,
I ate something weird - it gave me gas.

I'm sure God loves me, I know that is true.
He gave me so many great things to chew.
Rugs, plants or rocks, I really don't care.
What I truly like best, is Dad's underwear.

That obedience book, was sort of yummy.
Though it didn't sit well on my poor puppy tummy.
I threw up a bit, but that was all right,
When Mom found it later, I was well out of sight.

I made streamers of T. P., while running at full speed.
Mom is pretty quick -- but I was still in the lead.
I flew under the bed, and Mom flew past,
She stopped-shook her head, and breathed,
"You're too fast."

Mama later phoned Daddy, and said, "It was frightening!"
That afternoon, she was sure I'd pooped lightning.
She'd sat at the computer, while I chewed the cord,
She thought I was mad, but I was just bored.

When Mama had enough, couldn't take anymore,
That's when my tushy got shoved out the door.
I love it inside, but outside is best.
Lay in the cool grass, and had a good rest.

That didn't last long, there was too much to do--
Can't quite remember where I hid Daddy's shoe.
I found an old bone, and scratched at a flea,
I watched the dumb squirrels as they jumped in a tree.

I barked at the kids, when they got off the bus.
I can't figure out why this makes Mama fuss.
I barked at the neighbor, I barked at the wind.
I barked and barked, till Mom yelled, "COME IN."

The sun dipped in the west-soon Daddy would come!
I sure love my daddy: we always have fun.
I barked at my daddy, then turned on my charms,
I woo-wooed, "Hello," then jumped in his arms.

Sitting under the table -- it's sooo hard to wait.
Daddy slipped me a goodie right off his plate.
I raced through the house, and scattered my toys,
Ricocheted off the furniture, and made lots of noise.

Mom found her purse - the one I abused.
Daddy let loose a chuckle. Mom asked "Amused??"
I cowered down low, I must be in trouble.
Dad said, "Wasn't MY boy, it must be his double!"

Mom turned off the TV, and said,"Time for bed."
Dad said "Let's go boy," and patted my head.
I got in my spot, between Mom and Dad,
I thought 'bout my day and what fun I had.

Mama kicked out my bone from the covers below,
Then let loose a sigh -- a sigh deep and low.
She gave me a kiss, and snuggled me tight,
And whispered so softly, 'My darling goodnight'.

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