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A collection of Inspirational Poems and Various Artistic Works

From MAPR's Own:

 

 

 

 

 

Don't look at my pugs and think they're ugly
Because of their squashed in face.
It's just one thing that makes them perfect,
In every single way.

You may find their snorting disturbing,
Their snoring just as bad.
But I'll tell you this for nothing,
They're the best dogs you could have.

If you were to see them,
I know you'd feel the same.
To look into those big bug eyes,
They'll ease away your pain.

I'll tell ya why I love them,
Cause when I'm feeling down,
They're loyal, trusting and happy,
And their always around.

You'll never know the pleasure,
When needing loving hugs,
They always come waddlin'
The wrinkly lil pugs.

Mary Dike

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 Special recogniztion to the poem Pumpkin's Song submitted by Jay B. Tabor.  MAPR will receive $25 in products.

 

 

Pumpkin’s  

Song

 

When I was young

ran too fast,

was called a scamp

and a hundred other things,

said with scratch,

all that meant fun,

I knew I was a Pug

 

My nose then was all black

a spiral for my tail

close to the ground, near

all that fell, a snack.

I went from my mom

one day to find a hug

with people tall and stout.

 

A dog’s life people say

is desired to be,

filled with toys and butterflies

through a field wild and green

sun on the sidewalk

my people beside me

the days endless as the sea.

 

The house was my fortress keep,

my bed soft and right

I run to the door

ere it should open

my people come in and scoop me up

my paws wrapped tight

around the light of their heart.

 

 The days are different now

I have found my mate

two tails wagging as one

nose to nose, side by side

we watch time go by

and as flowers past a dew frost

a puppy, fleet and a scamp, too.

 

My life here

someplace on a rock in space

there are rivers and roads

I know not of,

my world confined to this place

may make my horizon short

but we three, that is enough.

 

One day a look, a change

my aches, I know, they say

trips alone, eyes averted, scratches scarce

I am on the side

less a pet

more a burden now, dire suggestions foretold

each day a grace, each sky dark.

 

Where is my house, there are other Pugs

but not my mate and pup?

The house is nice, but not right

the fields are gone

my sidewalk cold

I stand surrounded, but bitter and alone

my heart is torn and now I feel old.

 

 A ride ---

I don’t care.

More Pugs, more people

They scratch and coo.

Another ride?

I don’t care.

I’m betrayed, lonely, options few.

 

A man, a woman

two Pugs, two Boston’s, too!

They talk to me

equal, not as a tree.

They cry when I cry

offer to alter the past

with a future bright and true.

 

My man, my guy

he knows the roads I want to take

to find my puppy and mate.

we listen for the phone

stand by for the mail,

we check on line;

we’re packed to go like flying squads of yore.

 

But at night

when the moon rises and light fades

the silence is my own

I know this is but a wish

time is against me,

and not all in this world is put right

for you to see from a balcony on high.

 

Each day under my fur

tells me that a distant shore calls,

a bridge awaits,

a destiny for all.

But each sunrise to then, bright days or gloom

I will stay home forever with my guy

who rescued me from doom.

 

Pumpkin's Guy

A Dog For Jesus

 I wish someone had given Jesus a dog
As loyal and loving as mine
To sleep by His manger and gaze in His eyes
And adore Him for being divine.


As our Lord grew to manhood His faithful dog
Would have followed Him all through the day
While He preached to the crowds and made the sick well
And knelt in the garden to pray.
It is sad to remember that Christ went away
To face death alone and apart
With no tender dog following close behind
To comfort its Master's Heart.
And when Jesus rose on that Easter morn
How happy He would have been
As His dog kissed His hands and barked its delight
For The One who died for all men.


Well, the Lord has a dog now, I just sent Him mine
The old pal so dear to me
And I smile through my tears on this first day alone
Knowing they're in eternity.
Day after day, the whole day through 
Wherever my road inclined 
Four feet said, "I am coming with you!"
And trotted along behind.

Arthur Unkown

TEN COMMANDMENTS from the Pet Point of View

1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful.

2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.

3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.

4. Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainment, but I have only you.

5. Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me.

6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it.

7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I could hurt you, and yet, I choose not to bite you.

8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, I have been in the sun too long, or my heart might be getting old or weak.

9. Please take care of me when I grow old.. You too, will grow old.

10. On the ultimate difficult journey, go with me please. Never say you can't bear to watch. Don't make me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there, because I love you so..

Take a moment today to thank God for your pets. Enjoy and take good care of them.  Life would be a much duller, less joyful experience without God's critters.  We do not have to wait for Heaven, to be surrounded by hope, love, and joyfulness. It is here on earth and has four legs!

A Dog's Purpose

A Dog's Purpose 
 
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a  miracle.  I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home. As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the
 procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience. 

The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes,  Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion.  We sat together for a while after Belker's death, wondering aloud  about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter
 than human lives. 
 
Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, 'I know why.' Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never  heard a more comforting explanation. He said, 'People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life -- like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?' The six-year-old continued, 'Well, dogs already know how to  do that, so they don't have to stay as long.'