A Jog's Dob...Sorry - a Dog's Job

The work of dogs...

is to cause smiles

give endless welcomes

to keep you fit

to listen without comment

to lick tears before they reach your chin

The work of dogs is...

to cherish old bones

chase flies

and chew slippers

The work of dogs is to...

be on the wrong side of any closed door

break wind when you have company

and look adorable while doing so

the final job for dogs is

to steal away

taking a piece of your broken heart with them

Miss you Tiny...

Comments

[Laura]

Hello and thank you for visting my blog. I love your poem about dogs; we've had many and loved them all. I'll be back to read more later. Thanks,
Laura

[Colleen]

This is a beautiful tribute to Tiny - made me tear up as I read - when did Tiny pass??
My heart goes out to you - I still remember the day our Charlie left us - Please accept a cyber-hug from me and warm sweet kisses from Braxton & Lulu..
Colleen

[White O'Morn Cottage]

thanks so much for your kind comments. Tiny passed a long time ago. I don't feel sad anymore, I just enjoy her memories and photos. Not to be confused with Pretty, my little dog who has cancer at the moment. They look just alike She is doing very well for now. cheers...Pam