AN ODE TO MILKBONE DOG BISCUITS
by Dusty the Passmore Poodle

Oh, Milkbone, lovely Milkbone,
you are the best by far!
In the land of doggie snacks
you are my shining star!

I love to hold you 'tween my paws
and sniff your meaty savor.
And when I sink my teeth in you
I love your crunchy flavor!

Oh, Milkbone, lovely Milkbone,
for you I'll beg and whine
until they open up that box
and I begin to dine!

How many Milkbones I have had
there simply is no telling.
They make my teeth all sparkly clean
and keep my breath from smelling!

Oh, Milkbone, lovely Milkbone,
I'm crazy, so it seems.
'Cause every time I sleep at night
I chase you in my dreams!

I'll have to have my Milkbones
every day until I die
and then I'll have more Milkbones
in my home beyond the sky.

So Milkbone, lovely Milkbone,
no other snack can beat you.
That's why I wrote this, just to say:
it's such a treat to eat you!

WHEN I AM OLD

      When I am old...
      I will wear soft gray sweatshirts...
      and a bandana over my silver hair...
      and I will spend my social security checks on my dogs.

      I will sit in my house on my well-worn chair
      and listen to my dogs breathing.
    I will sneak out in the middle of a warm summer night
      and take my dogs for a run, if my old bones will allow...

      When people come to call, I will smile and nod
      as I show them my dogs...
      and talk of them and about them...
      ...the ones so beloved of the past
      and the ones so beloved of today...

      I will still work hard cleaning after them,
      mopping and feeding them and whispering their names
    in a soft loving way.

      I will wear the gleaming sweat on my throat,
      like a jewel, and I will be an embarrassment to all...
      especially my family...
      who have not yet found the peace in being free
      to have dogs as your best friends...

      These friends who always wait, at any hour, for your footfall...
      and eagerly jump to their feet out of a sound sleep,
      to greet you as if you are a God,
  with warm eyes full of adoring love and hope
      that you will always stay,

      I'll hug their big strong necks...
      I'll kiss their dear sweet heads...
      and whisper in their very special company....

      I look in the mirror... and see I am getting old....
      this is the kind of person I am...
      and have always been.

      Loving dogs is easy, they are part of me.

      Please accept me for who I am.
      My dogs appreciate my presence in their lives...
      they love my presence in their lives...

      When I am old this will be important to me...
      you will understand when you are old,
      if you have dogs to love too.

                            -- Author Unknown

AN ODE TO HOP

by Ken Johnson
BassetHoundTown.com Poet

There is a house where love abounds
A house of Senior Basset Hounds

There are no walkers or depends
Just lots of happy Basset friends

We are the old ones who have turned gray
And now get to live another day

We all are happy and well fed
We even have our very own bed

Our Mom works hard, it costs a lot
And we are grateful for the things we got

If you could help we would be glad
That no other hound would be sad

So check the purse strings of your heart
Just a few dollars could be a start

We all will thank you with a great Arooooo
The House Of Puddles and our Mom too.

ANOTHER BOWL

by Marilyn Brazzle

Another bowl gets put away,
One less to feed tonight.
Another hound dog to the Bridge,
With guiding candlelight.
 
It hurts to see them go away.
Why do we have to part?
Each one that passes through my home
Leaves bruises on my heart.
 
And then the email comes,
Or sometimes it’s by phone.
There’s an old one at the shelter.
No one will take her home.
 
Is there room at House of Puddles?
Do you have an extra meal?
As I take the bowl back off the shelf,
My heart begins to heal.

WHOEVER SAID "LET SLEEPING DOGS LIE" DIDN'T SLEEP WITH DOGS

The first thing you discover when you bring a dog onto your bed is the striking difference in weight between an alert, awake dog and a dog at rest.

Rule #1: The deeper the sleep the heavier the dog.

Most people who sleep with dogs develop spinal deformities rather than rent the heavy equipment necessary to move their snoring canines to a more appropriate part of the bed. Cunning canines steal precious space in tiny increments until they have achieved the center position on the bed - with all covers carefully tucked under them for safekeeping. The stretch and roll method is very effective in gaining territory. Less subtle tactics are sometimes preferred. A jealous dog can worm his way between a sleeping couple and, with the proper spring action from all four legs, shove a sleeping human to the floor.

Rule #2: Dogs possess superhuman strength while on a bed.

As you cling to the edge of the bed, wishing you had covers, your sweet pup begins to snore at a volume you would not have thought possible. Once that quiets down, the dog dreams begin. Yipping, growling, running, kicking. Your bed becomes a battlefield and playground of canine fantasy. It starts out with a bit of "sleep running", lots of eye movement and then, suddenly, a shrieking howl blasted through the night like a banshee wail. The horror of this wake-up call haunts you for years. It's particularly devastating when your pup insists on sleeping curled around your head like a demented Daniel Boone cap.

Rule #3: The deeper the sleep, the louder the dog.

The night creeps on and you fall asleep in the 3 inches of bed not claimed by a dog. The dog dreams quiet slightly and the heap of dog flesh sleeps - breathing heavily and passing wind. Then, too soon, it's dawn and the heap stirs. Each dog has a distinctive and unpleasant method of waking the pack. One may position itself centimeters from a face and stare until you wake. The clever dog obtains excellent results by simply sneezing on your face, or they could romp all over your sleeping bodies - or the ever-loving insertion of a tongue in an

unsuspecting ear.

Rule #4: When the dog wakes - you wake.

So, why do we put up with this? There's no sane reason. Perhaps it's just that we're a pack and a pack heaps together at night - safe, contented, heavy and loud.

-- Author Unknown