Saturday, February 02, 2008

Why own a dog

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 they're addictive, wherein 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's delightful, the sixth one's a breeze,
You find you can live with a houseful of ease.

So how 'bout another? Would you really 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've said.

They're 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 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 sad.
Each one is so special, so useful, so funny.
The vet and food bills grows larger, you owe BIG 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, you're off with your crew.

There's dog food and vitamins, training and shots.
And entries and travel and motels which cost lots.
Is it worth it you wonder? Are you caught in a trap?
Then that favorite one comes and climbs in your lap.

His look says you're special and you know that you will
Keep all of 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.

God, winter's a hassle, the dogs hate it too.
But they must have their walks though they're numb and your 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 pressure, the bills.
The whole thing seems worth it, the dogs are your life.
They're charming and funny and offset the strife.

Your life-style has changed. Things won't be the same.
Yes, those dogs are addictive and so is the dog game.
Unknown Poet

24 comments:

  1. It's all so true and so poetically put. FAZ

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  2. Dogs.
    Hard to explain what they mean.
    Especially to anyone who doesn't have one/any.
    I love the no-judgment/no blame you get from them.
    Dogs don't do conditions.
    (bad day - I'm dog deprived and missing Pippa)

    Katherine

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  3. My mom said "OH THAT'S SO TRUE!" I don't understand.

    Kat

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  4. Love the poem! THanks for sharing!

    Woo woo, Kelsey Ann

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  5. woofies Peanut and Flash...heehee dat poem says it all.....i no my neighbors think ima nuts chasin lacylulu wiff a camera all the time...

    b safe,
    ;)lacylulu

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  6. Thats a great poem - explains HM to a tee and she's only got the one dog so far!!!

    River

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  7. Mom would have more of us, but the legal limit in the city where we live is 3!!!

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  8. Hi, Peanut!
    Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem! Only those who don't have a dog don't understand how important we are in our human lifes.
    Kisses and hugs
    Lorenza

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  9. What a perfect poem! Mom started with one, then two and now three. Some days she's not sure how it happened but we jump in her lap and she's glad we are here.

    Roxie, Sammy & Andy

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  10. The city will only lets us have three. How stupid is that!

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  11. My human loved the poem and Flash and I danced our paws off long into the night!!

    Sending some Arizona sunshine and love your way - Dory

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  12. Tag! Check out our blog for your tag in an hour or so!
    Stella and Darwin

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  13. Great poem!! Mom forwarded it to her friend who has four doggies at home.

    Peanut, I'm in awe of your ability to self express your anal glands. Especially when you can use it as a weapon :)

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  14. That is a lovely poem, and the words are soooooo true!

    love and light, Jeannie xxxx

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  15. What an awesome poem! Thanks for sharing it!

    Love ya lots,
    Maggie and Mitch

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  16. Great poem! And so very true!

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  17. Awwww, we like that poem. it makes our mom feel not quite so crazy with "only" 4 of us.

    woofers.

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  18. That's a great poem. J1 would have lots more dogs but I won't let her! Heheheh! J x

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  19. Having a pet sure is GREAT!

    ~ Girl girl

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  20. Oh I love it, love it, love it.. everything is so apt!!

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  21. That's a good one! We're so wonderful how can anyone resist?
    ECHO

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  22. Yay! That's some fine literature, Peanut. My ma ape likes the part about not having just one. She has a friend who teased her that she replaced getting tattoos with getting dogs. And now she's going to get a DOG tattoo! (Ie, me!)

    wally.

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  23. That's great, thanks for posting it. :) The more the merrier...at least that's what we tell Mom.

    Tucker-Doodle

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  24. We just LOVE that poem. It's so true and so beautifully-written. Who wrote it. Do you mind if my mommy puts it on my blog? In the meantime, she's going to show it to my daddy because he's still balking (he balks; I bark. that's cute!) about getting me a puppysister. Hope you are all doing great. Love yous!
    xoxo Chef
    ps. did you notice mommy has given me blogging rights? I'm doing lots o f my own blogging now just like you!

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