Don't look at my pugs and think they're ugly Mary Dike -------------------------------------
| 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 |

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

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 |
