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Dogs I've Known


I had a dream last night that I

Went to that kennel in the sky

Where doggie buddies gone before,

Met me wagging at the door.


Some fuzzy faces I'd not seen

Since long before I was a teen

Came to say 'they knew me when'

And I was welcome in their den.


Foxy was an afghan hound

That once in fields with me did bound

She'd follow us from dawn to dark

Without a single dog-like bark


And Rex the shepherd big and strong

Who bit the burglar doing wrong

When he did try to wreck our car

I bet he left an eight-inch scar!


Then Tippy one and Tippy two

Came up to say 'twas those two who

Would tap and dance round Grandma's feet

When through her back door we did meet.


And there was Rufus, a beagle mix

Not that bright, and knew no tricks

You had to hide the wine from him

Or all his senses soon grew dim.


And let's not leave out Sugarbear

The biggest dog that I would share

My friendship with so many years

His death drew rivers of my tears.


Kira and Stirling, and Diamond Jack

Plus Rosebud, dobermans, that's a fact

With hearts so big and eyes so round

And their devotion so unbound.


Sasha and Dulcy, two giant breeds

Bernard and Dane were their seeds

Two Borzois I knew too,

Their grace amazing as they flew!


Corky found pheasant for me alone

Even though he was deaf as a stone.

My chest would swell in bursts of pride

When we did hunt the riverside.


Shari, Dutchess, Kelso, Willow,

Hounds and hunters shucked off my pillow,

Not all dogs were born to roam

The hillsides that I called my home.


No, some were simply meant to stay

Inside or in the yard to play.

And so we tried to give a home

To those with no real need to roam.


And sometimes fate would not be fair.

Was Murphy eaten by a bear?

So I watch Riley as he grows

This Jack Russell Terrier won't have such woes!


When down in Louisville I go see

Kelso and Willow who bark at me

But they are just galoots

In fuzzy weimerainer suits!


Popeye is my hunter now,

Covering ground like a one-blade plow.

If there's a bird left in these hills

I'll see it fly before he's still.


So finding that my long-lost friends

Found their way home there in the end,

I came back here to face the day

And left them all up there to play.


Someday I'll go to stay for good

And be together as we should

To bark at noises and romp in fun

Then to bask in noonday sun


Until that time I'll have to keep

Their faces in my memories deep.

Someday I'll follow in their tracks

I'll be there yet to join the pack.

smiley - birosmiley - birosmiley - biro

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