Only A Dog

 

 

"He left no relatives", they said, "He didn't have a friend
Who knew about his sorry plight - was with him at the end!"
And so they raked the stove fires out, and closed the old shack door,
For grouchy, crusty old Tom Dare would open it no more.

 

Then each went to his own home fires, forgot the lonely shack,
And not a soul was near to see, an old form stumble back
And crouch, sad-eyed, beside the door, his bony length stretched flat.
He waited for his master's voice, his friendly little pat.

 

Days had been lean for old Tom Dare, not food enough for two
But old Tom whispered to his dog, "I'll share along with you,
Since Jennie went away from us, there's been no one to care
No one but you to give a thought, for lonely old Tom Dare."

 

And so the two of them had shared, if it be feast or fast
That morning Rover had a bone - it was their very last.
And there was nothing left for Tom - it didn't matter so
Because he lay upon his bed, and knew that he must go.
 
The careless villagers passed by, as they were pleasure-bound,
But none of them took time to see, the faithful, hungry hound.
Too tired and true to leave his post, he stayed there to the end
And folks had said of old Tom Dare, "He didn't have a friend!"

 

The days have passed, but no one stops, of all that come and go
Old Rover lies beside the door, half-hidden in the snow.
I know that old Tom had a friend, a loyal friend, because
Today I found old Rover dead, the bone between his paws.
~ Marty Hale ~

 

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The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas,
When all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse:

 

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
With no thought of the dog filling their heads,

 

Mama in her scarf and I in my cap knew he was cold,
but didn't care about that, he's not old,
When out on the lawn there arose a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

 

Away to the window I flew like a flash,
 Thinking the dog was free of his chain and into the trash.
The moon on the breast of the new - fallen snow,
 Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.

 

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Santa Claus - eyes full of tears.
He unchained the dog, once so lovely and quick,
Last years Christmas present now so thin and sick.
 
More rapid than eagles, he called the dogs name,
And the dog ran to him, despite all his pain.
"Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen!
On Cupid! On Comet! On Donna and Blitzen!"
 

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Let's find this dog a home, where he'll be loved by all.
I knew in an instant there would be no gifts this year,
for Santa Claus had made one thing quite clear,

 

The gift of a dog is not just for the season,
We had gotten the pup for all the wrong reasons.
In our haste to think for the kids a gift,
There was one important thing that we had missed.

 

A Dog should be family, and cared for the same,
You don't give a gift, then put it on a chain.
I heard him exclaim as he rode out of sight,
"You weren't giving a gift! You were giving a life!"
~ Author Unknown ~

 

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