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A poem by Dave Burmood of his beloved chow I don't mind, that you are black I’ll never hold my feelings back. I don’t care that, you are small, In my eyes, you’re always tall. For many years, you’ve been my friend, And to you, my bed I’ll lend. I don’t mind, if your hair falls out, And at times, your breath is stout. You never say, what’s on your mind, That’s a secret, I must find. I don’t care, when you make noise, I know, it’s just your angry poise. I know that deep inside, You are honest, and never lied. You always give, a welcome home, And come to see, what’s in styrofoam. When you’re a clown, I love you best, You’re always better, than the rest. You spin around, and fall down flat, Whatever made you, do all that? That long black tail, gets really slappy. You rub my leg, go for the door, You always want, out front once more. You hate a bath, and I know why, The soapy water, makes you cry. Because we’re close, I can tell, When you’re wet, my friend, you smell. You’ve chased the squirrels, birds, and cats, To bad for you, their all too fast. And all the rabbits got away, I guess you chased them, just for play If you gave me a close exam, You’d find I’m not the man, you think I am. But that’s OK I guess, Cuz you don’t care, if I impress. Growing old with you, has made me smile, Best part is, we still have awhile. But the day will come, when you are gone, And then I’ll write, a real sad song.
My dog was old the day she died, And at her side, I cried and cried. I always knew this day would come, I knew to time, she would succumb. I’ve never thought it seemed real fair, That a dog, for which you care Would age so fast she’d pass you by, And beat you to the time to die. For her I never thought I’d mourn Cuz I was old when she was born. But I outlived her just enough, To have her passing be real tough. A dozen tricks was what she knew, And to our family always true. She put all strangers to a test Her attitude was not the best . And I’m not kidding with this rhyme, But that damn dog told perfect time. Knowing when it’s time for bed, With nothing ever being said.
If Her routine would ever vary, You’d find she got just quite contrary. Cranky was her middle name, She wanted things to stay the same. Cheese at 8 and then out front, There for other dogs she’d hunt. Back inside for treats to eat, Then out back on prancing feet. Check for squirrels, birds, and cats, Never looks for mice or rats. Had a path that suits her sight, It never varies day or night. Oh that dog with her odd way, I wish today, that she could stay. I just don’t wana let her go, But it’s her time,…. I know. And Even though it hurts my heart I’ll let her get a good head start. Maybe soon we’ll meet somewhere, Somewhere high up in the air, Ok, I’ll see ya there!
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