Here's some quotes and poems and stories I've picked up over the years concerning mans best friend... I hope you enjoy them as much as I do
“Probably no one deserves more than one perfect rifle, the love of more than one beautiful woman, or more than one top grade bird dog”.
Jack O’Conner
DOG
A faithful dog will play with you
And laugh with and cry. .
He'll gladly starve to stay with you
Nor even reason why.
And when you're feeling out of sorts
Somehow he'll understand.
He'll watch you with his shining eyes
And try to lick your hand.
His blind implicit faith in you
Is matched by his great love...
The kind that all of us should have
In the Master up above.
When everything is said and done
I guess this isn't odd,
For when you spell "dog" backwards
You will get the name of God!
Boomer
December 1983 - May 1996
Boomer was Born in December of 1983, as a mutt. Being half Pitbull and half Black Lab, he had a peculiar look about him. His head was square and strong as it could be. His hair black as the night. He stood not too tall but oh how proud he was. His chest was wide, his legs bulging with muscles. His tail stood high and wagged with love. His eyes were deep in brown, full of compassion for he knew about the pains of life. His ears lopped to the side since I never had the heart to have them bobbed. Even as a puppy he stood tall and proud. He learned everything he knew from Aunt "Hooker" a pitbull and his surrogate mom. Boomer knew the rules of the house without ever being told, not a mess would he make.
He owned the couch, that was his bed, unless company came. Then he would share his bed with the friends he rarely seen. Never a bite to a person, just a growl, that was a friendly reminder that the food was his. He loved to run, miles he would go without ever becoming tired. His existence was to make his master proud. He acted tough as a bear, all dogs knew he would surely teach them a lesson. But rarely did he see the jaws of another on his tender self.
He rode in the Jeep as if he was the most important part of the world, and everything around him was there for his pleasure.
He watched people carefully, and would let me know when there was a dark side. I used this as a gauge, because he was never wrong.
Boomer guarded his food with all his might, and when he thought others were hungry he would impatiently allow them to eat. He was never a glutton, never asked for much, Boomer just cautiously waited for life to give him his portion.
He earned his place beside me in the front seat of the truck, as the dogs rode in the back. He turned Grey around his muzzle, his weight began to drop, years had gone by and he was ready to leave. I came home from work one day, he laid on the floor looking at me, telling me quietly that he was ready to go.
... ... ... We sat in the sun on the grass, as I shared how grateful and thankful I was for me to have been in "his" life. I was ready too for he was too tired to go on. He paid the price of life and taught me how to change, his honor will never be forgotten. The people that knew him will always tell you that he, as a dog, was the best friend a person could have.
Goodbye Boomer I will always miss and love you.
Treat me kindly, my beloved friend, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart that beats inside of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me learn.
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 footsteps fall upon my waiting ear.
Please take me inside when it is cold and wet, for I am a domesticated animal, no longer accustomed to the bitter elements. I ask no greater privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.
Keep my Pan filled with fresh water, for I can not 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 protect you with my life should your life be in danger.
And, my friend when I am very old and no longer enjoy good health, hearing and sight, do not make heroic efforts to keep me with you.
I shall leave this earth knowing with the last breath I draw that my fate was always safest in your hands.
"Anonymous"
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