For love of dogs…

cutest dog of my heartA DOG

‘Tis pity not to have a dog,
for at the long day’s end,
The man or boy will know the joy,
Of welcome from a friend.

And whether he be rich or poor,
Or much of little bring,
The dog will mark his step and bark,
As if he were a King.

Though gossips whisper now and then,
Of faults they plainly see,
And some may sneer, from year to year,
My dog stays true to me.

He’s glad to follow where I go,
And though I win or fail,
His love for me he’ll let me see,
By wagging his tail.

Now if I were to list the friends
Of mine in smiles and tears,
who through and through are staunch and and true,
And constant down the years.

In spite of all my many faults,
Which critics catalog,
Deserving blame, I’d have to name
My ever-faithful dog.

‘Tis pity not to have a dog,
Whatever be his breed,
for Dogs possess a faithfulness,
Which humans sadly need.

And whether skys be blue or gray,
Good luck or ill Attend,
Man’s toil by day, a dog will stay,
His ever-constant friend…….

— Egdgar A. Guest —

NO CHARGE FOR LOVE

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell.
He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups.
And set about nailing it to a post on the
edge of his yard. As he was driving the
last nail into the post,he felt a tug on
his overalls. He looked down into the
eyes of a little boy. “Mister,” he said,
“I want to buy one of your puppies.”
“Well,” said the farmer, as he rubbed the
sweat of the back of ! his neck,
“These puppies come from fine parents and
cost a good deal of money.”
The boy dropped his head for a moment.
Then reaching deep into his pocket,
he pulled out a handful of change and held
it up to the farmer. “I’ve got thirty-nine
cents. Is that enough to take a look?”
“Sure,” said the farmer, and with that he
let out a whistle. Here, Dolly!” he called.
Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran
Dolly followed by four little balls of fur.
The little boy pressed his face against the
chain link fence. His eyes danced with
delight. As the dogs made their way to the
fence,the little boy noticed something else
stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another
little ball appeared, this one noticeably
smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a
somewhat awkward manner, the little pup
began hobbling toward the others,doing its
best to catch up…. “I want that one,”
the little boy said, pointing to the runt.
The farmer knelt down at the boy’s side and
said, “Son, you don’t want that puppy.
He will never be able to run and play with
you like these other dogs would. ” With that
the little boy stepped back from the fence,
reached down, and began rolling up one leg
f his trousers. In doing so he revealed a
steel brace running down both sides
of his leg attaching itself to a specially
made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer,
he said, “You see sir, I don’t run too well
myself, and he will need someone who
understands. ” With tears in his eyes,
the farmer reached down and picked
up the little pup. Holding it carefully
he handed it to the little boy.
“How much?” asked the little boy.
“No charge,” answered the farmer,
“There’s no charge for love.”

— Author Unknown —

Poem and story borrowed from here.  Warning though, keep that box of tissue nearby   


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4 thoughts on “For love of dogs…”

  1. It’s a pity indeed to not have a dog. This is something I did not realize until my two dogs came along. Now I can’t imagine how life would have been without them. 🙂
    Thanks for the poem and the story.

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