View Full Version : Pitbulls don't cry --poem--

11-03-2004, 08:40 PM
im looking for poems about pitts.

11-04-2004, 09:01 AM
Shouldn't be to hard to find, I'll see what I can find for you, watch your private message box.

11-04-2004, 09:22 AM
Shouldn't be to hard to find, I'll see what I can find for you, watch your private message box. Steve if you find some why not share them with other members.:D
Post them here.

Thanks Marty

11-04-2004, 09:37 AM
I will do that just for you Marty!

11-04-2004, 09:59 AM
I will do that just for you Marty!
Thanks Steve just thought the members of the board would enjoy them too!!;)

11-04-2004, 10:11 AM
'Twas the Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
With no thought of the dog filling their head.
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Knew he was cold, but didn't care about that.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Figuring the dog was free of his chain and into the trash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Santa Claus - with eyes full of tears.
He unchained the dog, once so lively and quick,
Last years Christmas present, now painfully thin and sick..
More rapid than eagles he called the dogs name.
And the dog ran to him, despite all his pain;
"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Let's find this dog a home where he'll be loved by all."
I knew in an instant there would be no gifts this year,
For Santa Claus had made one thing quite clear,
The gift of a dog is not just for the season,
We had gotten the pup for all the wrong reasons.
In our haste to think of the kids a gift
There was one important thing that we missed.
A dog should be family, and cared for the same
You don't give a gift, then put it on a chain.
And I heard him exclaim as he rode out of sight,
"You weren't giving a gift! You were giving a life!"

11-04-2004, 10:12 AM
Yea I would like to see some!

11-04-2004, 10:14 AM
Yellow Snow
(Sung to the tune "Let it Snow"

oh the weather outside was whitening
'Till the dog did something frightening
He's got no other place to go
Yellow snow
Yellow snow
Yellow snow
And it doesn't show signs of stopping
As he sniffs around his droppings
You see 'em everywhere you go
In the snow
Yellow snow
Yellow snow
When he finally goes outside
He'll be frolicking 'round in the storm
He'll be markin' our yard with pride
You can tell by the steam that it's warm
When the snow begins it's thawing
It reveals those puppy drawings
He's a frisky little pooch van gosh
Yellow snow
Yellow snow
Yellow snow
Well he's happy when his tail starts waggin'
But the snowman's left side is saggin'
There's a little puddle right below
Yellow snow
Yellow snow
Yellow snow

11-04-2004, 10:32 AM
Pitbulls don't cry

I see the children in the lane
They look like friends, we'll have a game
They've got a stick, oh boy, what fun
They'll throw it for me and I'll run
But someone stops me,
I wonder why their mother screams "Don't go near those"
Horrid Dogs, come here, come close
They're dangerous-I'll tell you why
They bite little children and they die
All I can do is watch and sigh
Cause now I know that Pit Bull's don't cry

Mum cuddles me up and says "My pet
We love you dearly so don't you fret"
But I love everyone out there
Why can't they love me, I do care
I wish they weren't made to pass me by
I'm a Pit Bull, I don't cry

I sit behind my padlocked gate
From early morn til quite late
When I go out it's on a lead
Is mine the only heart to bleed
I'm held in check as the world goes by
I wish the Pit Bull heart could cry

There are some dogs, and also men
Who cannot tell a foe from a friend
So all of us must bear the blame
Expected to live a life of shame
Condemned, alas and we know not why

All we know is we will not cry!

11-04-2004, 10:43 AM
I love that!

11-04-2004, 10:47 AM

Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me. Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.

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 footstep falls upon my waiting ear.

When it is cold and wet, please take me inside...for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements... and I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth... though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land... for you are my god... and I am your devoted worshiper.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, 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, beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest... and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.

~ by Beth Norman Harris ~

11-04-2004, 11:08 AM
Marty I can't seem to find any, but I'm going to look harder!

11-04-2004, 11:09 AM

Author:Christina Anderson

I decided to leave Albury Town,packed up the kids
and our dog named Sam.We are on our way to Queensland bound to start a new life with the kids
and our doggy Sam.We arrived all excited to our new home in a little town,but not for long the Council came around.He said to me Mrs you have 21 days and your dog has to leave, if not your dog will be seized.I said to him clarify this please
"what so you mean my dog will be seized".
He said lady your dogs a Pit Bull and he is not welcome here, the Queensland Government has banned them, their dangerous you see.The children
where frightened they called Sam near, they ran out the back and hid in fear.
Oh please, oh please don't take our doggy away,
he has done no wrong he is a beautiful pit bull can't you see, he plays and loves us unconditionally.Oh why , oh why would you do this to us, he is just a dog and has so much love.
I sat and l cried with the kids, no knowing what to do, no money in our pockets, no where to go.
"l had to think quickly stay strong for the kids"
Sam is apart of our family l'll not give in.
The children were regressing, suffering because of this."Life in Queensland was just the pits"
l tried and l tried to stop this cruel law, but in the end we were just ignored.The Governments and Councils did not care, "get out of our state we don't want your dog here."
We packed up the car left our belongings behind just to save Sam and keep him alive. We had to go
we where run out of town, all because of breed, they can stick their town.So back home we headed to Albury Town, where we are respected and our beautiful pit bill Sam.So the moral to this story is don't move to Queensland, stay were you are, save your pitty's life from the hands of this cruel law.
Christina Anderson (c)

11-04-2004, 11:15 AM
<BIG>Stray's Prayer</BIG>

Dear God, please send me somebody who'll care!
I'm tired of running, I'm sick with despair.
My body is aching, it's so racked with pain,
and dear God I pray, as I run in the rain.
That someone will love me and give me a home,
a warm cozy bed and a big juicy bone.

My last owner tied me all day in the yard
Sometimes with no water, and god that was hard.
So I chewed my leash, and God I ran away.
To rummage in garbage and live as a stray.
But now God, I'm tired and hungry and cold,
and I'm so afraid that I'll never grow old.

They've chased me with sticks and hit me with stones,
while I run the streets just looking for bones!
I'm not really bad, God, please help if you can,
or I have become just a "Victim of Man!"
I'm wormy dear God and I'm ridden with fleas,
and all that I want is an Owner to please!

If you find one for me God, I'll try to be good,
and I won't chew their shoes, and I'll do as I should.
I'll love them, protect them and try to obey....
when they tell me to sit, to lie down or to stay!
I don't think I'll make it too long on my own,
cause I'm getting so weak and I'm so all alone.

Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry,
cause I'm so afraid God, that I'm gonna die.
And I've got so much love and devotion to give,
that I should be given a new chance to Live!
So dear God, please answer my prayer,
and send me someone who will REALLY care..

That is, dear God, if YOU'RE REALLY there!
author unknown

11-04-2004, 11:15 AM
<BIG>A Pets Prayer</BIG>

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

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

Speak to me often, for your voice is the worlds sweetest music, as
you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep
falls upon my waiting ear.

When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a
domesticated animal, no longer used to the elements. And I ask no
greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the
hearth. Though, had you no home, I would rather follow you through
ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home
in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshipper.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not
reproach you were it dry, 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, beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of
my health or my sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather, hold me
gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of
eternal rest --- and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I
drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands. by: Beth Norman Harris

11-04-2004, 11:16 AM
by John Updike

She must have been kicked unseen or brushed by a car.
Too young to know much, she was beginning to learn
To use the newspapers spread on the kitchen floor
And to win, wetting there, the words, "Good dog! Good dog!"

We thought her shy malaise was a shot reaction.
The autopsy disclosed a rupture in her liver.
As we teased her with play, blood was filling her skin
And her heart was learning to lie down forever.

Monday morning, as the children were noisily fed
And sent to school, she crawled beneath the youngest's bed.
We found her twisted and limp but still alive.
In the car to the vet's, on my lap, she tried

To bite my hand and died. I stroked her warm fur
And my wife called in a voice imperious with tears.
Though surrounded by love that would have upheld her,
Nevertheless she sand and, stiffening, disappeared. Back home, we found that in the night her frame,
Drawing near to dissolution, had endured the shame
Of diarrhea and had dragged across the floor
To a newspaper carelessly left there. Good dog.

11-04-2004, 11:16 AM

A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun
Too faithful to leave, too frightened to run.
He's been there for days now with nothing to do,
But sit by the road, waiting for you.

He can't understand why you left him that day.
He thought you and he were stopping to play.
He's sure you'll come back, and that's why he stays
How long will he suffer? How many more days?

His legs have grown weak, his throat parched and dry.
He's sick now from hunger and falls, with a sigh.
He lays down his head and closes his eyes.
I wish you could see how a waiting dog dies. By: Kathy Flood

11-04-2004, 11:17 AM
<BIG>A Dogs Soul</BIG>

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,
Rebuked, 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!
Author Unknown

11-04-2004, 11:17 AM
<BIG>Heaven's Doggy-Door</BIG>

My best friend closed his eyes last night,
As his head was in my hand.
The Doctors said he was in pain,
And it was hard for him to stand.

The thoughts that scurried through my head,
As I cradled him in my arms.
Were of his younger, puppy years,
And OH...his many charms.

Today, there was no gentle nudge
With an intense "I love you gaze",
Only a heart thats filled with tears
Remembering our joy filled days.

But an Angel just appeared to me,
And he said, "You should cry no more,
God also loves our canine friends,
He's installed a 'doggy-door"!
© 1997, Mary Ellen Arthur
Excalibur Cavaliers

11-04-2004, 11:19 AM
<BIG>Epitaph To A Dog</BIG>

Near this spot
Are deposited the Remains
of one
Who possessed Beauty
Without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferocity,
And all the Virtues of Man
Without his Vices.

This Praise, which would be unmeaning flattery
If inscribed over Human Ashes,
Is but a just tribute to the Memory of
"Boatswain," a Dog
Who was born at Newfoundland,
May, 1803,
And died at Newstead Abbey
Nov. 18, 1808

When some proud son of man returns to earth,
Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth,
The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe,
And storied urns record who rests below.
When all is done, upon the tomb is seen,
Not what he was, but what he should have been.
But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still his master's own,
Who labors, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,
Unhonored falls, unnoticed all his worth,
Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth-
While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven,
And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.

Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour,
Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power-
Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust,
Degraded mass of animated dust!
Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,
Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit!
By nature vile,ennobled but by name,
Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.
Ye, who perchance behold this simple urn,
Pass on-it honors none you wish to mourn.
To mark a friend's remains these stones arise;
I never knew but one-and here he lies.
Lord Byron's tribute to "Boatswain" on a monument
in the garden of Newstead Abbey.

11-04-2004, 11:19 AM
<B><BIG>The Power Of The Dog</BIG></B>

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie-
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find-it's your own affair-
But.....you've given your heart to a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!);
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone-wherever it goes-for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We've sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept 'em the more do we grieve;
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long-
So why in-Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear? By: Rudyard Kipling

11-04-2004, 11:19 AM
<B><BIG>The Ten Commandments (pet version)</BIG></B>

1. My life is likely to last ten to fifteen years.
Any separation from you will he painful for me.
Remember that before you buy me.

2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.

3. Place your trust in me-it's crucial to my well-being.

4. Don't be angry at me for long and don't lock me up
as punishment. You have your work, your entertainment
and your friends. I have only you.

5. Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don't understand your
words, I understand your voice when its speaking to me.

6. Be aware that however you treat me, I'll never forget it.

7. Remember before you hit me that I have teeth that
could easily crush the bones of your hand but that I
choose not to bite you.

8. Before you scold me for being uncooperative, obstinate
or lazy, ask your self if something might be bothering me.
Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, or I've been out in
the sun too long, or my heart is getting old and weak.

9. Take care of me when I get old; you, too, will grow old.
10. Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say, "I can't
bear to watch it, or, "Let it happen in my absence."
Everything is easier for me if you are there.
Remember, I love you.

11-04-2004, 11:20 AM
<BIG>A Poem for the New Puppy Owner</BIG>

Don't smell crotches,
Don't eat plants.
Don't steal food
Or underpants.

Don't eat my socks,
Don't grab my hair. . .

Don't eat those peas!
Don't touch that bush!
Don't chew my shoes. . .
What IS that mush?

Eat your cookie,
Drink your drink,
Outta the toilet!
Outta the sink!

(And MUST you kiss me?
After that???)

Yes, raising a puppy,
Is not for the lazy!
Though puppies are funny,
They're also quite crazy.

But don't despair,
Though its toil and strife.
After 3 years,
You'll get back your life!
So, let's go for "walkies",
You can "do your thing"
(And perhaps I'll get back

11-04-2004, 11:21 AM

1. The dog is not allowed in the house.

2. OK, the dog is allowed in the house, but only in certain rooms.

3. The dog is allowed in all rooms, but has to stay off the furniture.

4. The dog can get on the old furniture only.

5. Fine, the dog is allowed on all the furniture, but is not allowed
to sleep with the humans on the bed.

6. OK, the dog is allowed on the bed, but only by invitation.

7. The dog can sleep on the bed whenever he wants, but not
under the covers.

8. The dog can sleep under the covers by invitation only.

9. The dog can sleep under the covers every night. 10.Humans must ask permission to sleep under the covers
with the dog.

11-04-2004, 11:21 AM
<B><BIG>The Creation story as told by Snoopy </BIG></B>

On the first day, God created the dog.

On the second day, God created man to serve the dog.

On the third day, God created all the animals of the
earth to serve as potential food for the dog.

On the fourth day, God created honest toil so that man
could labour for the good of the dog.

On the fifth day, God created the tennis ball so that the
dog might or might not retrieve it.

On the sixth day, God created veterinary science to
keep the dog happy and the man broke.
On the seventh day, God tried to rest, but he had to
walk the dog.

11-04-2004, 11:21 AM
<BIG>The Top 20 Reasons Dogs Don't Use Computers</BIG>

20. Can't stick their heads out of Windows '95.

19. Fetch command not available on all platforms.

18. Hard to read the monitor with your head
cocked to one side.

17. Too difficult to "mark" every website they visit.

16. Can't help attacking the screen when they hear
"You've Got Mail."

15. Fire hydrant icon simply frustrating.

14. Involuntary tail wagging is dead giveaway they're
browsing www.pethouse.com instead of working.

13. Keep bruising noses trying to catch that JPEG frisbee.

12. Not at all fooled by Dogmore Screen Saver.

11. Still trying to come up with an "emoticon" that
signifies tail-wagging.

10. Oh, but they WILL... with the introduction of the
Microsoft OpposableThumb.

9. Three words: Carpal Paw Syndrome

8. 'Cause dogs ain't GEEKS! Now, cats, on the other hand...

7. Barking in next cube keeps activating YOUR voice
recognition software.

6. SmellU-SmellMe still in beta test.

5 SIT and STAY were hard enough, GREP and AWK
are out of the question!

4. Saliva-coated mouse gets mighty difficult to manuever.

3. Annoyed by lack of newsgroup, alt.pictures.master's.leg.

2. Butt-sniffing more direct and less deceiving than
online chat rooms.

and the Number 1 Reason Dogs Don't Use Computers...

1. TrO{gO DsA[M,bN HyAqR4tDc TgrOo TgYPmE
WeIjTyH P;AzWqS,. * (source: David Letterman Show)

11-04-2004, 11:22 AM

I'm a German Shepherd puppy,
Just starting my career.
I find it very funny,
The things I see and hear.

The rings are just gigantic,
As far as I can see.
I get to run my fastest,
At speeds over 103.

I often look behind me,
My handler is tiring fast.
Sometimes it looks doubtful,
If the poor soul will last.

It must be hard for handlers,
To run at such a pace.
I find it very funny,
To see their red face.

The judge has now said halt,
Darn good thing I think.
My handler is getting sweaty,
He's giving off a stink!

Oh no, here comes the awful part
What I go through to be a star.
Hey wait just a minute,
My legs don't stretch that far.

My handler grabs my mouth,
Yanks it open for all to see.
The judge is counting teeth,
Didn't nobody ask me!

Oh look, I see my Mom,
She's jumping up and down.
The judge looked at Mom,
With a very horrible frown.

Now we're running round again,
The judge has yelled slow.
My Mom called my name,
But now where did she go.

I run my little heart out,
Everytime I hear my name.
But every time I get there,
She's gone and moved again.

The judge has made his choices.
Hurray, he pointed to me.
Can I please have my rosette,
I have to go out and pee.

The show is now all over.
I really did my best.
My handler is going home, he said,
He really needs a rest.

The rosette is on the mantle.
My head's on Mom's lap
I know I made her happy to-day,
Now I'm going to take a nap.
© Carol Kufner
Winwood Kennels
German Shepherds (http://members.tripod.com/~WINWOOD_SHEPHERDS/index.html)

11-04-2004, 11:22 AM
Hey, you all wanted poems... well knock yourselfs out!


11-04-2004, 11:26 AM

I am a Pit Bull, brave and bold, a true friend young or old.
When you see me, do not run, for I will not hurt you, I don't find that fun.
Do not treat me bad, don't fight me for fun, don't give me a bad rep, I
cannot help whats in my blood.
I will protect you because you are my friend, that is my job from now till
the end.
My blood is pure, my muscles are strong, and my heart has been loving all
Don't tie me to short, heavy chains, and leave me out in the cold, until my
tale has been told.
Don't cut my ears, to make me look mean, because thats not what I am, even
though thats what it seems.
So thats my tale, it has been told, and Im still a Pit Bull, brave and bold.

By:Kristen Gregory (17 years old)

11-04-2004, 11:26 AM
Marty, your reposting :( but you can edit your own posts :)

11-04-2004, 11:31 AM
What If?

What if you took a minute to look and really see
That what's in the inside is what is really me
But if you'd take that minute than you would really find that all the rumors
that you heard were pieces of their mind, What those rumors stated was all a
great big lie and you believed them all now you say I'll try.
You'll try to please them by saying you were wrong but after all the
frustration there's not to much to say when all those things were stated then
all we'd do is pray that one day they will find that we aren't what they say
they say that we are fighters well their the ones who make us that way but
when we are brought up right you'll will truly find lovable and caring i
guess it's all a matter of time.

by Katrina Hart

11-04-2004, 11:48 AM
Marty, your reposting :( but you can edit your own posts :)

Where am i reposting, only 1 i saw but was not watching what you were posting sorry

And I was on a roll hehe

11-04-2004, 11:56 AM

A cry for help....

You have made me what I am today,

courage at its best.

You wanted me to know no fear,

a cut above the rest.

Not only have I mastered that,

I've thrown in loyalty too.

Look past my eyes into my soul,

you'll know I'll die for you.

I'll watch your kids I'll watch your house,

you praise will be my crown.

Ask what you will I'll do my best,

I'll even be your clown.

Though some of you don't like me,

I'm sure I don't know why.

For all that I am guilty of is courage, love, and try.

But still they want to see me go,

they want my breed to end.

Will I see you sitting idly by,

you whom I call friend.

You made what I am to day,

you never see me waver.

I've done my best to keep you safe,

wont you please return the favor?

11-04-2004, 12:06 PM
Are You Really The Super Being?

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 grateful 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,
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 an 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.
Then, my friend, you are Almost as good as your dog,
Almost, but not quite,
Because besides not having any of your hang-ups and vices,
He would without hesitation, give up his life for you if need be.

Copyright 1976 by Virginia Trendall --- Fur'n Feathers

11-04-2004, 12:08 PM

Newspapers: If you have to go to the bathroom while playing in the front yard, always use the newspaper that's placed in the driveway every morning for that purpose.

Visitors: Quickly determine which guest is afraid of dogs. Charge across the room, barking loudly and leap playfully on this person. If the human falls down on the floor and starts crying, lick its face and growl gently to show your concern.

Barking: Because you are a dog, you are expected to bark. So bark--a lot. Your owners will be very happy to hear you protecting their house. Especially late at night while they are sleeping safely in their beds. There is no more secure feeling for a human than to keep waking up in the middle of the night and hearing your protective bark, bark, bark...

Licking: Always take a big drink from your water dish immediately before licking your human. Humans prefer clean tongues. Be ready to fetch your human a towel.

Holes: Rather than digging a big hole in the middle of the yard and upsetting your human, dig a lot of smaller holes all over the yard so they won't notice. If you arrange a little pile of dirt on one side of each hole, maybe they'll think it's gophers. There are never enough holes in the ground. Strive daily to do your part to help correct this problem.

Doors: The area directly in front of a door is always reserved for the family dog to sleep.
The Art of Sniffing: Humans like to be sniffed. Everywhere. It is your duty, as the family dog, to accommodate them.

Dining Etiquette: Always sit under the table at dinner, especially when there are guests, so you can clean up any food that falls on the floor. It's also a good time to practice your sniffing.

Housebreaking: Housebreaking is very important to humans, so break as much of the house as possible.
Going for Walks: Rules of the road: When out for a walk with your master or mistress, never go to the bathroom on your own lawn.
Couches: It is perfectly permissible to lie on the new couch after all your humans have gone to bed.
Playing: If you lose your footing while chasing a ball or stick, use the flower bed to absorb your fall so you don't injure yourself.
Chasing Cats: When chasing cats, make sure you never--quite--catch them. It spoils all the fun.
Chewing: Make a contribution to the fashion industry. ...Eat a shoe.

11-04-2004, 12:13 PM
Well some of these are not poems, but I found them to be good readings, hehe hope ya'll enjoy them :)

11-04-2004, 12:14 PM
Bet You Can't Own Just One...

Why own a Show dog? There's a danger you know.
You can't own just one, for the craving will grow.

There's no doubt they're addictive, wherin lies the danger
While living with lots, you'll grow poorer and stranger.

One dog is not rrouble, and two are so funny,
the third one is easy, the fourth one's a honey.

The fifth is delightful, the sixth one's a breeze.
You find you can live with a houseful, with ease.

So how 'bout another? Would you realy dare?
They're 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.

They're really no trouble, their manners are great.
What's just one more dog and one more little crate?

The sofa is hairy, the windows are crusty.
The floor is all footprints, the furniture's dusty.

The housekeeping suffers, but what do you care?
Who minds a few noseprints 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 feel sad.
,br> Each one is so special, so useful, so funny.
The food bill grows larger, you owe the vet 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,
Your weekends are busy, you're off with your crew.

There's dog food and vitamins, training and shots
and entries and travel, and motels cost lots.

Is it worht it, you wonder? Are you caught in a trap?
Then that favorite comes up and climbs in your lap.

Her look says you're special and you know that you will
keep all the critters in spite of the bill.

Some just for showing, and some just to breed,
and some just for loving, they all fill a need.

Winter is a hassle, but the dogs love it true,
And they must have their walks tho' you are numb and blue.

Late evening is awful, you scream and you shout
at the dogs on the sofa, who refuse to go out.

The dogs and the dog shows, the travel, the thrills
the work and the worry, the pleasure, the bills.

The whole thing seems worth it, the dogs are your life.
They're charming and funny and offset the strife.

Your lifestyle has changed, things just won't be the same.
Yes, those dogs are addictive and so's the dog game.

Whiskey Bay
11-04-2004, 12:51 PM
I have this one on my front page of my website.

You made me what I am today, courage at it's best,
You wanted me to know no fear,A cut above the rest.
Not only did I master that,I've thrown in loyalty too,
Look past my eyes into my soul,you know I'll die for you.
I'll watch your kids,I'll watch your house,Your praise will be my crown,
Ask what you will-I'll do my best,I'll even be your clown.
But some of you don't like me ,I'm sure I don't know why,
The only thing I'm guilty of is courage,Love,and try.
But still they want to see me go,They want my breed to end,
Will I see you sit idly by,You whom I call my friend?
You made me what I am today,you never saw me waiver,
I've done my best to keep you safe,Won't you return the favor?

11-04-2004, 01:03 PM
The Canine Bill of Rights

I have the right to give and receive unconditional love
I have the right to a life that is beyond mere survival
I have the right to be trained so I do not become the prisoner of my own misbehavior
I have the right to adequate food and medical care
I have the right to socialize with people and dogs outside of my family I have the right to have my needs and wants respected
I have the right to special time with my people
I have the right to only be bred responsibly-if not at all
I have the right to some time and space all my own
I have the right to be foolish and silly, and to make my person laugh
I have the right to earn my person's trust and to be trusted in return
I have the right to be forgiven
I have the right to die with dignity

~~ Carolyn Krause

11-04-2004, 01:08 PM

1. If I like it, it's mine.
2. If it's in my mouth, it's mine.
3. If I can take it from you, it's mine.
4. If I had it a little while ago, it's mine.
5. If it's mine, it must never appear to be yours in any way.
6. If I'm chewing something up, all the pieces are mine.
7. If it just looks like mine, it's mine.
8. If I saw it first, it's mine.
9. If you are playing with something and you put it down, it automatically becomes mine.
10. If it's broken, it's yours.

11-04-2004, 01:12 PM
Dogs Who've Shared our Lives

"They will not go quietly,
the dogs who've shared our lives.
In subtle ways they let us know
their spirit still survives.
Old habits still make us think
we hear a barking at the door.
Or step back when we drop
a tasty morsel on the floor.
Our feet still go around the place
the food dish used to be,
And, sometimes, coming home at night,
we miss them terribly.
And although time may bring new friends
and a new food dish to fill,
That one place in our hearts
belongs to them...
and always will."

"Sometimes it helps just to know someone cares...and I do."

Author Unknown

11-04-2004, 01:13 PM
A Dog Lives in This House

My dog and I live in this house. You are welcome to come and visit me anytime but we have a few things that you must understand before you visit:

You must expect a few dog hairs to stick to your clothes. I vacuum and clean on a regular basis, but a Dog lives in this house too.

You may be licked and given a paw a few times but he does this because he loves people and wants to say "Hello", so if you feel that you are too good for his love then you may not feel welcome here because this is his home too.

My dog is well mannered and very clean but if you are one of those people who think ALL animals are dirty and smelly then you and I will probably have difficulty feeling comfortable during your visit.

If you don't like the sound of barking, then my home is not likely to be a pleasant place for you. My dog protects me by letting me know I have a visitor. Whether it be a friend or uninvited stranger. If you are a friend, my dog will consider you his friend too but if you are an unwelcome guest, my dog will protect me with his life as I would his.

Do not expect me to lock my dog in another room during your visit. I have trained my dog well so he will not do anything to you except maybe want a pat on the head. I will not subject him to feel as if he is being punished by locking him away for no reason. That would just be cruel.

When you walk in my home, be careful not to trip on a squeaky toy or a bone. These are my dog's little treasures and I will not take them away from him just to show you that I keep a clean house. He knows where all his toys are. They may not look like much to you, but to him, they are worth more than gold.

You see, This is OUR home. We have been together for a long time. I raised him into a well mannered, beautifully behaved dog. I am proud of him.

I consider him my personal gift from God. He has done nothing but give me his endless love and devotion for many years. I love him dearly and want to make his years happy ones. As happy as he makes mine.

When you go home to your family, he stays here with me. A fine and loving companion. He is MY family and I wouldn't change that for the world.

When I was sick, he stayed right by my side as I did his when he was not having a good day. A better friend I could not ask for. When no one else cared, my Dog did. He has given me nothing but pure joy and I love him endlessly.

So please understand that I am not being rude. I'm just looking out for my best friend.


11-04-2004, 01:17 PM
A Translation of English Dogs to Southern Dawgs.

(English) German Shepherd Dog (Southern) Poh-leece Dawg.
(English) Poodle (Southern) Circus Dawg.
(English) St. Bernard (Southern) "Thank Gawd, Here Comes The Whiskey Dawg"
(English) Doberman Pinscher (Southern--TWO versions) Bad A## Dawg, or Dobimin
Pincher. (English) Beagle (Southern) Rabbit Dawg
(English) Rottweiler (Southern) Bad A## AND Mean As He## Dawg. Good dawg to guard the still.
(English) Yellow Lab (Southern) Ol' Yeller Dawg.
(English) Black Lab (Southern) Duck fetchin' Dawg.
(English) Greyhound (Southern) Greased Lightnin' Dawg. (English) Malinois (Southern) Another type of Poh-leece Dawg.
(English) Blue Ticks, Red Bones, etc. (Southern) Prized Coon Dawgs.
(English) Pekinese (Southern) Mop Dawg.
(English) Chinese Crested (Southern) Nekkid Dawg.
(English) Dachsund (Southern) Wienie Dawg.
(English) Siberian Husky (Southern) Sled-Pullin' Dawg.
(English) Bouvier, Komondor (Southern) "What The He## Kinda Dawg Is That?"
(English) Great Dane, Mastiff (Southern) Danged BIG Dawg.
(English) Any dog that raids the henhouse (Southern) Egg-Suckin' Dawg.
(English) Any lazy dog (Southern) Good fer nothin' Dawg.
(English) Any dog that's died and been buried (Southern) Best danged Dawg I ever had.

By Jeff Kinman

11-04-2004, 01:23 PM
God and Dog

God Summoned a beast from the field and He said, "Behold man, created in my image. Therefore adore him. You shall protect him in the wilderness, shepherd his flocks, watch over his children, accompany him wherever he may go - even unto civilization. You shall be his companion, his ally, his slave."

"To do these things," God said, "I endow you with these instincts uncommon to other beasts: faithfulness, devotion, and understanding surpassing those of man himself. Lest it impair your courage, you shall never foresee your death. Lest it impair your loyalty, you shall be blind to the faults of man. Lest it impair your understanding, you are denied the power of words. Let no fault of language cleave an accord beyond that of man with any other beast - or even man with man. Speak to your master only with your mind, and through your honest eyes.

"Walk by his side; sleep in his doorway; forage for him, ward off his enemies, carry his burdens, share his afflictions; love him and comfort him. And in return for this, man will fulfill your needs & wants - which shall be only food, shelter, & affection.

"So be silent, and be a friend to man. Guide him through the perils along the way to the land that I have promised him. This shall be your destiny & your immortality." So spake the Lord.
And the dog heard and was content.

- Author Unknown

11-04-2004, 01:26 PM
God made DOG

When God made the earth and sky,
The flowers and the trees,
He then made all the animals
And all the birds and bees,
And When his work was finished
Not one was quite the same.
He said, "I'll walk this earth of mine
And give each a name."
And so he traveled land and sea
And everywhere he went
A little creature followed Him
Until its strength was spent.
When all were named upon the earth
And in the sky and sea,
The little creature said," Dear Lord,
There is not one left for me."
The Father smiled and softly said
"I've left you to the end.
I've turned my own name back to front
And call you Dog, my friend."


11-04-2004, 01:30 PM
How Much Did I Make?

The litter was gorgeous and well should it be
The dam was a daughter of Ch. Well Bred Lady.
Her sire, a big winner, an historic old man,
This bitch just couldn't lose as Miss Fantastic Dam.

She came into season on schedule for me,
The vet said "all healthy," and I paid his fee.
The stud was tops and asked for a lot,
"It's worth it," I thought, though my bank roll was shot.

The shipping was high - she went to L.A.
She went to the vet the very next day.
Her smear told "not ready" for four days, they said,
So she sat in the kennel until she was bred.

Shipped home with a bill, I asked, "What for?"
Why, for pickup and boarding, and vet bill and more.
I paid it, though I hadn't planned on the rate.
"It's worth it," I thought, "for a litter of greats"

For weeks we went back and forth to the vet,
For checkups to be sure that it was all set.
She grew fat and heavy, but complained not a peep,
As I paid for supplements that surely weren't cheap.

Her whelping was easy, no problems there.
The vet looked at each and handled with care.
"Dewclaws off in three days, Come back then."
I took out my checkbook and he lent me his pen.

Dewclaws removed, it wasn't much a deal,
Just a quick cut and suture and a little squeal.
None got infected and the cost was low,
So much more trouble if you just let them grow.

No more free time, I found as a "Mother."
"It's worth it," for I wouldn't have any other.
The puppies are lovely, they're just what I sought.
I'll make back all I've spent as soon as they're bought.

The puppies grew older, shots and food were a need.
"It's worth it," said I as I taught them to feed.
Cleanup more often, the smell was not great.
I installed a new run and a puppy proof gate.

The dam's breeder gets a puppy; one, too I would get.
That leaves three to sell for my debt.
One is too big, that's surely not good,
Another's head is all wrong, so he may be a dud.

The last looks okay, but her bite may not be sound,
It may get better, but that's something I doubt.
The sales are all made, but someone backs out.
A new buyer is found, I'm so glad I could shout!

My bitch is a wreck, can't be shown for a year,
My new puppy's good, except for that ear.
"Was it worth it," say I, "can I really assert?"
How much did I make? I lost my shirt!

~~by Lucy M. Rowland, MS, MLS
Head, Science Collections & Branch Services
University of Georgia Libraries

11-04-2004, 01:33 PM

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep. I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.

I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear, "It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.

I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care. I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying there.

I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key. I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "it's me."

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair. I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.

It's possible for me to be so near you everyday. To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."

You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew, in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning and say "good-night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide, I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.

I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out ... then come home to be with me.

- Author unknown

11-04-2004, 01:37 PM

I will lend to you for awhile
a puppy, God said,
For you to love him while he lives
and to mourn for him when he is gone.
Maybe for twelve or fourteen years,
or maybe for two or three
But will you, till I call him back
take care of him for me?

He'll bring his charms to gladden you
and (should his stay be brief)
you'll always have his memories
as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise that he will stay,
since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught below
I want this pup to learn.

I've looked the whole world over
in search of teachers true
And from the folk that crowd life's land
I have chosen you.
Now will you give him all your love
Nor think the labour vain
Nor hate me when I come to take my pup back again.

I fancied that I heard them say
"Dear Lord Thy Will Be Done,"
For all the joys this pup will bring,
the risk of grief you'll run.
Will you shelter him with tenderness
Will you love him while you may
And for the happiness you'll know forever grateful stay.

But should I call him back
much sooner than you've planned
Please brave the bitter grief that comes
and try to understand.
If, by your love, you've managed
my wishes to achieve,
In memory of him that you've loved,
cherish every moment with your faithful bundle,
and know he loved you too.

Author Unknown

11-04-2004, 01:42 PM
May I Go?

May I go now?
Do you think the time is right?
May I say goodbye to pain filled days
and endless lonely nights?

I've lived my life and done my best,
an example tried to be.
So can I take that step beyond
and set my spirit free?

I didn't want to go at first,
I fought with all my might.
But something seems to draw me now
to a warm and loving light.

I want to go. I really do
. It's difficult to stay.
But I will try as best I can
to live just one more day.

To give you time to care for me
and share your love and fears.
I know you're sad and afraid,
because I see your tears.

I'll not be far, I promise that,
and hope you'll always know
that my spirit will be close to you
wherever you may go.

Thank you so for loving me.
You know I love you, too.
That's why it's hard to say goodbye
and end this life with you.

So hold me now just one more time
and let me hear you say,
because you care so much for me,
you'll let me go today.

Susan A. Jackson

11-04-2004, 01:51 PM
Are ya'll tired of reading yet!!!!!!

Well i'm tired of posting "Hope ya'll enjoy these" tell you what I'll post one more hehe

11-04-2004, 02:50 PM

# You have a kiddie wading pool in the yard but no small children
# Lintwheels are on your shopping list every week.
# Your freezer containes more dog bones than anything.
# You hang around the dog section of your local bookstore way too often.
# Your non-dog friends won't eat food prepared in your kitchen.
# Your parents refer to your pet as their "grand-dog."
# You have baby gates permanently installed at strategic places around the house but no babies.
# You open your purse and that big bunch of baggies you use for pick-up pops out .
# You skip breakfast so you can walk your dog in the morning before work.
# The trash basket is more or less permanently installed in the kitchen sink, to keep the dog out of it while you're at work.
# You can't see out the passenger side of the windshield because there are dog nose prints all over the inside.
# You don't go to happy hours with co-workers anymore because you need to go home and walk your dog.
# You don't think it's the least bit strange to stand in the back yard chirping "Molly, Pee!" over and over at your dog who tends to play and forget what she's our there for.
# You go to the pet supply store every Saturday because it's one of the very few places that lets you bring your dog inside, and the dog loves to go with you.
# You get an extra long hose on your shower massage just so you can use it to wash the dog in the tub, without making the dog sit hip deep in water.
# You and the dog come down with something flu like on the same day. The dog sees the vet while you settle for an over the counter remedy from the drug store.
# You not only have dog toys strewn about, but your guests also have to be careful not to trip on the dog jumps. (well we gotta exercise them in the winter somehow)
# Your weekend activities are planned around taking your dog for a hike.
# You refer to yourself as "mommy" and "daddy".
# Your dog sleeps with you.
# You'd rather stay home on Saturday night and cuddle your doggies than go to the movies with your sweetie.
# You keep an extra water dish in your second-floor bedroom, in case your dog gets thirsty at night.
# You avoid vacuuming the house as long as possible because the dogs are afraid of the brain-sucker.
# When your dog is getting old and arthritic, and you go buy lumber and build it a small staircase so it can climb onto the bed by itself.
# You shovel a zig-zag path in the back yard snow so your dog can reach all of his favorite places.
# Your have 32 different names for your dogs. Most make no sense but they understand.
# Your dog eats cat poop but you still let him/her kiss you (but not immediately after, of course)
# You never completely finish a piece of steak or chicken so the dog gets some too.
# Poop has become a source of conversation for you and your significant other.
# You are the only idiot walking in the pouring rain because your dog needs his walk.
# You send birthday, anniversary and Christmas cards from your dog.
# You like people who like your dogs. You despise people who don't.
# You lecture people on responsible dog ownership every chance you get.
# You keep eating even though you find a dog hair in your pasta.
# You carry dog biscuits in your pockets all the time.
# You make popcorn just so you can play catch with your dog.
# You talk about your dogs like other people talk about their kids.
# You have your dog pictures on your office desk. (but no one else's).
# Your license plate or license plate frame mentions your dogs.
# You match your furniture, carpet and clothes to your dog.

11-04-2004, 05:33 PM

It is reported that the following edition of the Book of Genesis
was discovered in the Dead Seal Scrolls. If authentic, it would
shed light on the question, "Where do pets come from?"

And Adam said, "Lord, when I was in the garden, you walked
with me everyday. Now I do not see you anymore. I am
lonesome here and it is difficult for me to remember how much
you love me."

And God said, "No problem! I will create a companion for you
that will be with you forever and who will be a reflection of my
love for you, so that you will know I love you, even when you
cannot see me. Regardless of how selfish and childish and
unlovable you may be, this new companion will accept you as you
are and will love you as I do, in spite of yourself."

And God created a new animal to be a companion for Adam.
And it was a good animal. And God was pleased.

And the new animal was pleased to be with Adam and he wagged
his tail. And Adam said, "But Lord, I have already named all the
animals in the Kingdom and all the good names are taken and I
cannot think of a name for this new animal."

And God said, "No problem! Because I have created this new
animal to be a reflection of my love for you, his name will be a
reflection of my own name, and you will call him DOG."

And Dog lived with Adam and was a companion to him and loved
him. And Adam was comforted. And God was pleased. And Dog
was content and wagged his tail.

After a while, it came to pass that Adam's guardian angel came to
the Lord and said, "Lord, Adam has become filled with pride. He
struts and preens like a peacock and he believes he is worthy of
adoration. Dog has indeed taught him that he is loved, but no one
has taught him humility."

And the Lord said, "No problem! I will create for him a companion
who will be with him forever and who will see him as he is. The
companion will remind him of his limitations, so he will know that he
is not always worthy of adoration."

And God created CAT to be a companion to Adam. And Cat
would not obey Adam. And when Adam gazed into Cat's eyes, he
was reminded that he was not the supreme being. And Adam
learned humility.

And God was pleased. And Adam was greatly improved.
And Cat did not care one way or the other.

11-06-2004, 01:20 AM
I got this off the internet a few years ago, but I don't remember the site.


Within lies the loveliness of one perfect rose,

The sparkling beauty of fresh winter snows,

The magic of moonlight, a star's gentle smile,

While the bravest of hearts beats inside all the while.

What a wonderful beast, how noble and true,

Who'd gladly give his life for me or for you.

Who'll tolerate no nosense, yet wears her heart on her sleeve,

Who lives for your return each time you leave.

Whose joy has no measure, for when the night sky has cast,

She has always lived the day as if it were her last.

Who cannot but share with you such gladness and mirth,

For this happiness seems instilled in him even at birth.

When our day brings us wearily to our front door,

When the weight of the world has us feeling so poor,

On the other side is a spirit whose love for us shines,

To whom all our worries and frustrations is blind.

Who could this dog be, we read nothing of it's breed,

So wonderful and loving for sure the public would take heed.

Yes, it's a Pit Bull terrier, that I characterize,

Yet the newspapers say the dog is despised.

So vicious and evil that all human lives are in peril,

His behavior so violent, so low and so feral.

How could it be that this dog filled with laughter,

Is portrayed as a villain and so hatefully sought after.

How could this 'pit', so deep in dreams at my feet,

Be the one that they speak of, so dreadful to meet.

How could this dog, at my side strong and brave,

Be the one they so freely describe as depraved?

The answer is simple; I'm sure you all know,

Only man himself could bring a pit bull so low.

No 'pit' abused another, nor ever fired a gun;

He never tortured his kind for his own perverse fun.

No 'pit' was ever driven by money or greed,

For ego and false pride, he's never had need.

No, only a man this wretched reputation could make,

For a 'pit's' heart remains pure though his life be at stake.

So look after your pup, keep him close by your side,

For there are many who'd disparage and lie.

Keep guard over her fate; give her life your protection;

This dog so maligned, yet with so few imperfections.

For when all's said and done, in our hearts we are sure,

That the pit bull terrier as a breed will endure.

Through the good times and the bad, at our best or our worst,

These angels bring us all a piece of heaven on earth.

11-06-2004, 05:22 PM
Dear Lord:

Please watch over our humans, they are so weak. They have no claws or teeth, they can't run fast or fly away, neither can they burrow or build a nest in which to be safe. They smell bad, do strange things that aren't altogether intelligent, have no real ability to communicate with us, although we are able to figure out what they want.

Lord, grant US the ability to watch over our humans, care for them, cheer them when they are down, make them laugh, smile, and shower them with our love. We pray that we can bring a little joy into their otherwise mundane existence... Lord...please let them know that when we insist on getting attention, it is so we can check their emotional well being and boost their morale. When we pester them for different foods, toys, etc., its so they will learn to see us in ways they hadn't considered, bringing them closer and back into the fold ... which they are part of but keep forgetting about.

They expect us to know what they want even though sometimes they don't know what we want. Some of them really try and we know they love us but some of them are so dumb yet our love for them remains intensely faltering.

Lord, when we die, please make sure to send us ahead to where ever our humans are going to be, so we can pave the way for them, vouch for them and be there for them when they too die......please allow us to continue proving the humans are worth the effort. You placed these humans in dominion over us, but you charged us with the task of caring for them, SHOWING them your love every day, through us.

God bless these mere mortal humans, they know not that we are their guardian angels sent in love to task them so that they may grow to be part of your plan. You and Us God ... we'll bring them back into the fold ... you and us.

~ Author Unknown ~

11-12-2004, 11:22 AM
I saw this line on a site, but no matter where I look I can not find the whole poem, if anyone can find it, or has it can you post here? Thanks
Alanna Howard called Rescued Pit Bull.

"As we snuggled so close, I was in heaven that night,
you whispered to me, ‘Never again will you fight.’"

11-12-2004, 12:48 PM
I'm in a dark room, In a tiny cage, It's cold in here, I'm so full of rage.

What did I do that was so bad? I don't understand why you got so mad.

You were gone all day, I was all alone, I was so unhappy while you weren't home.

You closed the door, I heard the click, I was so upset, I didn't get my goodbye lick.

I paced the floor all worried and bored, I finally sought solace in your neat sock drawer!

When no socks remained, I found a new game all your pretty shoes... Not worn in... what a shame.

I thought I would help the process along by putting more teeth marks, my jaws are so strong!

When I was finished there, I looked all around what could I fix next? Oh yes...That new chair!

So into the den where we go to eat, I shred the leather stool, so it's softer for your feet.

I hop in the seat of the matching new chair and find it's so cold How can you put your butt there?

I know you've told me, it's not for me to use, but surely you won't mind If I warm it up for you?

My claws are so sharp you always say, but I don't like the clipper so you let them stay.

When you pulled in the drive, I heard your car hum, I was so happy you're home, I didn't realize what I'd done...

In my mad dash for the door, I never heard the sound of that brand new leather as it shred, ripped and tore.

When you came in, I was so ecstatic! I bounced and I jumped, I clung to you like static.

You'd had a bad day, I could tell by your face and the way you yelled, and screamed in my face.

You knocked me down and brushed your dress I know with your new job your under so much stress.

I waited for you by your brand new chair when you came in you almost pulled out your hair.

You screamed and you shouted, and chased me around. What fun. . she wants to play! So I ran, barked and bound!

When I stopped and turned to give you a break... The whole house looked like it'd been in an earthquake!

I knew something was wrong when you picked up the phone and called the animal shelter and said I needed a new home.

A short while later, a truck pulled up close, with a strange looking man, no smile, no treat no hello's.

I was crammed in the back, with mongrels and curs, they all looked so mean, with dirty, matted fur.

They snarled and they growled, I was so taken aback! I only wanted to say Hi, Why did they attack?

I was ripped and torn when they took me out, but the others were dead. They blamed me without a doubt.

They called me vicious and said I should die, I didn't understand, couldn't see why.

So inside I went, in a smelly, strange place I was confused and scared, It showed on my face.

No kind people to lick, This must be a joke! No friendly hands that pet, just ones that poked.

I was marked unadoptable, what did that mean? I was the friendliest dog alive. This was impossible!

The next day they came, and opened my door, I was so embarrassed, I peed in the floor.

They lifted me up onto a big table and held me down, I couldn't move, I wasn't able.

I felt a pin prick, and slowly closed my eyes there was no more fear, I knew I had died.

I now stand in front of a gate, it's so big and pretty! Not the kind I hate.

I was beckoned inside so I ran with joy! To a friendly man with a brand new toy!

He held it out to me and I took it with pleasure, He said it was mine, Now and forever.

He told me "No more yelling, No More hitting, No fear" For you are most welcome In all the chairs here."
As I looked all around at the stars up above, I knew I would never ask, What does it take to be loved?

12-12-2004, 12:19 PM

All anyone can ask, is a fair shake, a try
No promises, no guilt, no need to cry
One freedom to preserve, what we once held so dear
As character, courage and loyalty, in ourselves disappear
We stand up sans peur, not for money, nor false pride,
For these soldiers defend something, far deeper inside,
And we will be frontline for this soldiers fight
For we are his army for the love....and his life!

Bulldog Alley

The bulldog in life, the loyal friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend,
Whose purest heart is still his master's own,
Who fights, lives, and breathes for him alone,
Unhonoured falls, unnoticed for all his worth,
Denied the victories he held on earth,
While man, vain creature, hopes to be forgiven,
Proclaims his gameness......fame and ego driven

12-12-2004, 01:51 PM
go to www.forpitssake.org (http://www.forpitssake.org). they have a great poem about the pit bull search & rescue dogs. it's great!

12-12-2004, 10:45 PM
Yellow Snow!
Yellow Snow!
Yellow Snow!

just peachy
12-28-2004, 08:45 PM
I love those poems. A little sad but thats ok cause I'm on a mission telling all my friends the truth about these wonderful dogs. They all love my sweet little girls!

12-29-2004, 02:40 AM
I love that poem thanks for posting it!

02-02-2006, 10:12 PM
damn, my eyes watered up.:( that was beautiful.

02-02-2006, 10:35 PM
I'm sorry you are frightened of my dogs and are trying to have them killed
because they are pitbulls.

I'm sorry you lack the understanding of this breed's true history,
gentleness with people, wonderful temperament, intelligence and behavioral
conformation. I'm sorry you won't read the ATTS stats regarding our breed's
true temperament, putting it in the top four for temperament, scoring better
than breeds like Golden Retrievers, and cocker spaniels.

I'm sorry that you side with and protect animal abusers by marking the breed
of dog, and not the irresponsibility of the owner. I'm sorry that by your
logic I could steal a car, run some people over with it and then you can
blame the make of car for the accident, as I walk free.

I'm sorry you generalize one breed of dog with one group of people. I'm
sorry you can't see the love and determination that many often highly
educated, non-criminal and "normal" types of people show towards this breed
and the great personal sacrifices that they make to take care of their dog

I'm sorry you cannot go into the shelters and see the hundreds of abandoned
and abused pitbulls, dying only for the inane "crime" of being born the
breed they are. I'm sorry you cannot see the look of disappointment in their
eyes as someone walks by their kennel, and refuses to consider adopting them
based on an ill educated fear mongering reporter. I'm sorry that you cannot
be there when the animal looks at a human for the last time, and in spite of
betrayed by all humans they have met, their tail still wags as someone
approaches with the syringe of Euthinol.

I'm sorry cannot be there when law enforcement shoots one of your dogs dead
inside it's own home in front of the children it mutually loves for simply
getting off the dog bed and walking over to say hello with it's tail
wagging. I'm sorry you cannot be there to rescue pitbull puppies from a
plastic bag in a dumpster, dumped there by someone switching their illegal,
and inhumane activities to another, more lucrative breed.

I'm sorry you cannot understand the difference between canine and human
aggression, in the way that this breed can. Yes, I'm saying my pitbull is
smarter then you.

I'm sorry that the medieval witchhunting genetics of intolerance,
generalization, and racism make you feel the need to vilify a breed of dog.
I'm sorry that justice, equality, tolerance, common sense are all things you
hold dear as a fellow Australian, and expect from others, but do not yourself
offer them towards a pitbull or its caregiver. I'm sorry that you don't take
the constructive time to petition changes in the Australian animal cruelty
act, and in the criminal code that would deal out serious punishment to the
real animal abusers.

I'm sorry you cannot see the disappointed look on a puppy's face when the
people petting it quickly frown, and walk away when you tell them it is a
pitbull. I'm sorry you feel the need to terrorize my family and my dogs for
crimes we never have and never will commit. I'm sorry you don't have to live
in fear of your dog's safety from hysterical, and mentally unstable people
trying to inflict all manner of evil upon your dogs.

I'm sorry that you cannot see my breed working in some of the best Search
and Rescue groups in the world, saving countless lives each year. I'm sorry
our media censors and refuses to print the breed name "pitbull' when in
connection with a positive act such as saving a person or child from a
burning house, drowning, wild attacking animals, etc. I'm sorry you cannot
see the many pitbulls registered as therapy dogs and bringing so much joy to
another misunderstood, neglected demographic in our society, the senior

I am sorry you can't see a pitbull kiss a child, step carefully over a
kitten, or play in a sunbeam. I'm sorry you cannot wake in the morning to
feel a warm pitbull cuddled next to you in bed, and know that you are their
total world, and even if the house caught fire and trapped you, they would
stay with you to the end.
But, now that I really think about it, I'm not at all sorry you don't own a
pitbull--you do not deserve one.

Rob MacBean
The Mongrel Hordes

02-02-2006, 11:10 PM

I would like to tell you my story,
I'm so misunderstood...
Because there is no justice
For a dog from the 'hood.

I was raised as I am,
Without care, without love.
I long to be wanted,
To be free like a dove.

I didn't know it was wrong....
I would not harm a fly.
'Twas my master that made me
Go after that guy.

I was taught by my master
That killing was good.
I want to change what I did,
And if I could, then I would.

But now I'm in this cage
With a muzzle on my snout.
I'll go into that room
And never come out.

Now I sit here and wonder,
As I run short on time...
Why is it that I must pay
For my cruel owner's crime?

This is the story
Of a dog from the 'hood.
He was given no justice.
He's so musunderstood.

(Written by my friend, Priscilla C.)

02-02-2006, 11:11 PM

I would like to tell you my story,
I'm so misunderstood...
Because there is no justice
For a dog from the 'hood.

I was raised as I am,
Without care, without love.
I long to be wanted,
To be free like a dove.

I didn't know it was wrong....
I would not harm a fly.
'Twas my master that made me
Go after that guy.

I was taught by my master
That killing was good.
I want to change what I did,
And if I could, then I would.

But now I'm in this cage
With a muzzle on my snout.
I'll go into that room
And never come out.

Now I sit here and wonder,
As I run short on time...
Why is it that I must pay
For my cruel owner's crime?

This is the story
Of a dog from the 'hood.
He was given no justice.
He's so musunderstood.

(Written by my friend, Priscilla C.)

That's nice, they should make all them azzzholes read that.. or put them in a cage with a muzzle on their face...

02-02-2006, 11:20 PM
THE PIT BULL SONG By Curbside Jimmy a.k.a W. W. Schnipp









02-02-2006, 11:22 PM
He’s a soldier of sorts, in every endeavor<O:p></O:p>

Not only his sport: quit he will never<O:p></O:p>

He fights for his pride, he fights for his passion<O:p></O:p>

He fights for his soul and respect everlasting<O:p></O:p>

Everyone loves him; his mystique’s what attracts them<O:p></O:p>

Though cynics and critics and detracters attack him<O:p></O:p>

For this fighter is different, and this recognition<O:p></O:p>

Turns their admiration to vehement hatred<O:p></O:p>

Though his name is etched in the allant of time<O:p></O:p>

It is indelibly next to vandals and crimes<O:p></O:p>

They withhold respect, but to get the best of him<O:p></O:p>

They must take his breathe, it will take the death of him<O:p></O:p>

They will remember him, though he won’t go unjudged <O:p></O:p>

Everyone loves a fighter until his cause is unloved<O:p></O:p>

02-02-2006, 11:26 PM
My favorite....

Scars come with battle and battle comes with life<O:p></O:p>

To be received in the daylight and accepted at night<O:p></O:p>

Wear them with honor because they will never change<O:p></O:p>

Scars become you like speaking your name<O:p></O:p>

If you’re bumped and bruised, cut and left gory<O:p></O:p>

You can still sport the truth and reality of your story

02-03-2006, 10:49 AM
This is toooo cute!
Yellow Snow
(Sung to the tune "Let it Snow"

oh the weather outside was whitening
'Till the dog did something frightening
He's got no other place to go
Yellow snow
Yellow snow
Yellow snow
And it doesn't show signs of stopping
As he sniffs around his droppings
You see 'em everywhere you go
In the snow
Yellow snow
Yellow snow
When he finally goes outside
He'll be frolicking 'round in the storm
He'll be markin' our yard with pride
You can tell by the steam that it's warm
When the snow begins it's thawing
It reveals those puppy drawings
He's a frisky little pooch van gosh
Yellow snow
Yellow snow
Yellow snow
Well he's happy when his tail starts waggin'
But the snowman's left side is saggin'
There's a little puddle right below
Yellow snow
Yellow snow
Yellow snow