A Puppy's Wish
By: Susanna Parker
Some dogs want a soft fluffy bed,
Some look forward to just being fed.
Some want a tasty rawhide bone,
But what I want is a loving home.
I'm not picky about who or where,
I just want someone who will always care.
It doesn't matter whether rich or poor,
If they'll love me, I'll love them even more.
Maybe my wishing is in vain,
Maybe I'm just causing myself more pain.
But I think someone will play a part,
Someone, somewhere, will open their heart.
I'll wait right here as long as I may.
I'm looking and searching for that perfect day.
Because I'm sad, and oh, so alone.
I'm still waiting for my new home.
What's one little pup?
By: B. Parker
A thin little yappy pup,
No bigger than a tea cup.
With a short little nub of a tail,
Oh! It's so tiny and frail.
In a round about way,
Some people would say,
"Away with the whining and crying,
For you know it's dying."
But as you look upon the little pup,
Within your throat you develop a lump.
Who really cares,
For the heavy load that this pup bears?
Do you care?
Or will you just leave it lying there?
There is a need,
To you this pup pleads.
Will you turn away,
And say "Maybe another day?"
By: Sharon Parker
Dropped off without a care,
with such a heavy burden we bear.
Temperatures in the teens,
someone was oh so mean.
Left alone beside the highway,
would we see another day?
We didn't choose to be here,
without anyone near.
Cold, shivering and forsaken,
would we be taken?
Taken by eternal rest,
was this our first and final test?
Taken by a kind heart,
and given a brand new start?
Seconds chances don't happen much,
but wait, was that a touch?
A touch by a kind gentle hand,
moved to a warmer land.
Something soft, something cozy,
now we could lay here and dozy.
Fed around the clock,
tick tock tick tock.
No matter what the hour,
these angels never get sour.
Thankful for this brand you life,
without any strife.
We know there'll be more to write about,
but for now we wait for our bottle with a pout.
By: Sharon Parker
Each time another comes in,
I know what will come of my heart in the end.
Another piece will break,
but I am happy for your sake.
I'll smile through my tears,
as I flashback to when I held you dear.
Laying in the grass,
enjoying all your sass.
The way you rolled around,
then wanted to run with leaps and bounds.
That smile you always wore,
the one you knew I adored.
You always knew just what to do,
and that I'd see you through.
The times we had weren't meant to last,
for it is just things in the past.
I snap back to today,
in time to say,
“Goodbye my friend,
my heart in time will mend,
enough to do it all over again.”
A Dog's Bill of Rights
I have the right:
1. To always be loved, no matter how big or small I get, what shape or size, age or health.
2. To have a warm, safe home, away from fear of abuse.
3. To have someone to give my unending love to, someone to watch out for, and to care for.
4. To have proper health care given, so that I may live longer and be happier with the people I love most.
5. To never be thrown out because I'm too much to handle, or chew up something, or because you don't have time. I'm a 10-12 year commitment, and possibly longer. Think about that before you bring me home.
6. To always have good, nutritional, and tasty food, and fresh water. I get hungry and thirsty, too!
7. To have exercise and fun, and sometimes, just a friendly pat on the head. I love nothing more than playing with you, whether chasing a ball, or catching frisbees, or chasing you around the yard. And I love when you pet me, more than anything else.
8. To never be shoved in a tiny cage, not big enough for me, chained on a short chain, or kept in a lot my whole life. I feel terrible when I can't be with you. Short breaks are okay, but long times away from you make me miserable.
9. To have a lifetime of love, and fun, games and toys, treats and walks, rest and warmth, and you.
10. To not die because you have no time for me, or because you don't want me, or lose interest in me. We all grow up, but I'll always love you. When I die, let me die with you close by, as you have been my entire life.
I give you so much, and ask so little. When I do something wrong, discipline me, but do not toss me out. Remember that I'm only a dog, and can't tell the difference from your old tennis shoe and your expensive dress shoes. I love you with all of my heart, and always will. If I had only one wish, it would be that you felt the same.
I'll see you through
By: Sharon Parker
Sacrifices made by many,
and the use of countless pennies.
Sleep is long past gone,
and yet you hear another moan.
Time again already pal?
I don't see how.
I push the sleep out of my eye,
to see the whining pups lie.
Lying there awaiting food,
no matter what my mood.
It doesn't matter how I feel,
it seems we made a deal.
Pushing sleep and me aside,
I promised to be there by their side.
No matter if something is up with me,
I promised them a way through, can't you see?
It's not about me at all,
and not about this order being tall.
It's not about my lost sleep,
while they lay there and count sheep.
It's not about what's wrong in my life,
they've had enough strife.
No matter what, I'll see them through,
even if the skies cease being blue.
I'll be there with them til' the end,
and even through the thick and thin.
Why pass me by?
By: Sharon Parker
They just walked by,
as I sit here, then sigh.
Wait, I wish to call,
but to big or to old is all they saw.
I watch them pick my friends,
and for them I wish a happy end.
An end to this unwanted pain,
while I sit here in vain.
It's always the same thing,
while my heart feels another ping.
No one seems to care,
about this heavy burden I bear.
I can't help how big I am,
but I'm as gentle as a lamb.
There's a lot more for me to give,
and even more of me that wants to live.
I have more of everything for you,
and will even be glad to share your stew.
I can't help anything about my age,
but you can be the one to turn my last page.
To give me my one last wish,
a home and a rounded food bowl dish.
We can enjoy what ever time is left,
there's nothing wrong with that, it's not a theft.
Please think about these things for me,
while you drink your cup of tea.
Ponder it as long as you may,
but please oh please let's don't delay.
I'm anxious to wait for my door to open,
and until then I sit here hopin'.
Hopin' for my own happy time,
when I won't have to keep on with this rhyme.