Poetry by Patricia Walter
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Dog Stories and Poetry
by Patricia Walter
Puppies often take time to
adjust. Those first few nights of listening to them
cry their little hearts out because they miss Mom and the
gang seems like torture to us. I am sure it feels like
torture to them also, but they quickly begin to adjust and
look to us for love and kindness. I would guess that
somewhere in their hearts there is always a fond remembrance
of Mom, but they seem to adapt to new situations quickly in
most cases. Enjoy them as puppies because they grow up all
too fast to become dogs. Sometimes during the puppy stage
when we are on our hands and knees cleaning up puddles, we
wish they would grow up, but it does happen all to quickly.
Enjoy the puppy breath while you can.
I have been fortunate enough
to have many puppies during my lifetime. My heart always
breaks the first few nights when they cry and miss Mom. I
have tried all the tricks from the ticking clock in their
crate, the hot water bottle, stuffed toys, etc. I have even
put the crate up on my bed next to me to try to help console
the poor little critter. But most puppies just take time to
adjust. I have seldom let one sleep on my bed when they were
very small. Mostly because I was always afraid of rolling
over on them when I was asleep. I do allow several of my
adult dogs to sleep on my bed as long as they stay in their
own space and not infringe on mine. Occasionally I will have
the smallest cuddled next to me on a very cold morning.
|A HAPPY NEW
Sometimes I think - whereís my Mom, whereís my Dad?
Trying to remember the past.
But then I remember the kind gentle hearts of a family
that walk on two legs.
A scratch behind the ear, a pat on the head, Iím really
part of this pack.
Thereís chase and fetch, great tug-of-war and running
around with the boys.
Those special treats from the cardboard box - a delight
from kind human hands.
Iíll always remember Momís kind gentle ways but they
seem unimportant today.
Iím surrounded by love, treated with kindness - even
have my own bed.
Itís great to be here and part of the life in a happy
new loving home.
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