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JOURNAL
Wednesday, October 6, 2004
Without my little Jack Russell, Dudley, I would be lost.

Unconditional love he gives to me,

And this I give to him in return.

Pets deserve our very best I am sure you will agree.


I want to share a couple of lovely poems

I received today

from my pet groomer.

If you know someone who needs a reminder
to be more loving to their pet
then please share these poems with them.
"The Dudley"
WITH LOVE FROM A LONELY DOG


I wish someone would tell me what it is that I have done wrong;

And why I must be chained outside and left alone so long.


They seemed so glad to have me as a pup,

There were so many things we'd do while I was growing up.


The master said he'd train me as a companion dog and friend,

The mistress said she'd never fear to be alone again.


The children said they'd feed me and brush me every day

They'd play with me and walk me, if I would only stay.


But now the master "hasn't time",

The mistress says I shed

She won't allow me in the house not even to be fed.


The children never  walk me, they always say not now,

I do wish I could please them.  Could someone tell me how?


All I had, you see, was love.  I wish someone could explain

Just why they said they wanted mine,  And then ----

LEFT IT ON A CHAIN.

                                                         by Edith Lassen Johnson.

A DOG'S PLEA

Treat me kindly, my beloved friend, 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 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 is 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, 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, my friend, when I am very 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.

                                                                                              ...author unknown
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