My Goldens

From a Dog's Point of View

A Dog's Prayer

Treat me kindly, my beloved friend, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of mine. Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I might 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 footstep falls upon my waiting ear. Please take me inside when it's cold and wet, for I am a domesticated animal, no longer accustomed to bitter elements. I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Fed 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 my friend, when I am old, and I no longer enjoy good health, hearing and sight, do not make heroic efforts to keep me going. I am not having any fun. Please see that my trusting life is taken gently. I shall leave this earth knowing with the last breath I draw that my fate was always safest in your hands.

10 Commandments
According to Your Dog

1. Thou shalt feed me today
more than thou didst yesterday.

2. Thou shalt teach me with food...
not big sticks and loud voices.

3. Thou shalt walk with me every day...
despite thy favorite TV program.

4. Thou shall not buy furniture
that I cannot sit on.

5. Thou shalt not pay attention to anyone else
but me, lest I feel unwanted.

6. Thou shalt love me to death,
even when I bark all night.

7. Thou shalt not have a Cat with
Attitude and Claws.

8. Thou shalt not start the car
until I am in it.

9. Thou shalt not hide the food.

10. Thou shalt obey the above without question
lest I Poop on the neighbors lawn
and promote community strife.

Abandonment

A dog sits waiting
In the hot, mid-day 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
Just waiting for you.
He can't understand
Why you left him that day...
He thought you were stopping
To go with him and play.
He's sure you'll come back
And that's why he stays.
How long can he suffer?
How many more days?
His legs have grown weak,
His throat's parched and dry.
He's sick now, from hunger,
He falls with a sigh.
He lays down his head
And he closes him eyes.
I wish you could see
How a waiting dog dies.

By Amber