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Mimosa (2010)

The Pugs

Eleanor & Theodore, my Best Friends
Running & playing, on cold days, staying in
Looking sad, sometimes bad
But when I sit with them, they're always glad.

Couch potatoes, cuddlers,
Must have the human touch
Ankle biters, snoring and such.

Cute chubby puppies, that win over your heart
Before getting to the housebreaking part.
Loves to take walks and go to the park
But at every tree, must stop and mark.

Happy to see me when I walk in the door
And always ready for a ride to the store.
Hoping for ice-cream on the way home
But is perfectly satisfied if they just get a bone.

Eleanor is strong-willed, hyper and quirky.
If it's raining, she won't go out, she might get dirty.
Theodore is a calm, loving, quiet gentleman
But it took him six months to learn to shake hands.

People with pugs have a special place in their heart
For a pet that doesn't have to be smart.
They keep us warm on cold winter nights
Because their talent is cuddling,
And they do it just right!!!

Skipper (2008)

For Jean

Zoe

My Heart Belongs to a Pug

Quinn (2007)

For Zoe on her anniversary:

One year ago today,
Your mommie and daddy brought
You home to stay.
I didn't want to think of you as pitiful,
As you struggled with so many things.
Zoe, my sweet girl, you couldn't even walk hardly a step.
I looked at this sweet bundle,
So unnourished and loved.
I didn't know what would happen,
But I swore I would not give up.

Neighbors asked what was wrong with you, and when I explained,
I tried not to cry, for I didn't want to admit,
That you had lived such a life,
And that no one cared if you even existed.
I can't believe it is a year gone by,
That you graced us with your presence.
You fill our home with light, with kisses
And delight.

Zoe, to look at you now, no one would
Ever know.
Of the struggle you had gone through,
Just to get to our home.
You are a pudgy, beautiful girl,
That is just like a weeble wobble.
You love to chase and play,
And bark when you don't get your way!

The scar that seemed so huge,
Is not noticed anymore.
It is just a reminder of all the
Evil you had to endure.
I noticed you seem stiff,
From all of the broken bones
You've had. But you never stop smiling,
Or wagging your tail instead.

I have never seen a baby
Who's eyes shine so bright.
They look just like stars,
Dancing in the night.
Zoe, you have taught me,
All about kindness and love.
You have taught me to have faith
In the Heavenly Father above.

You have a spirit that is like no other.
You never once gave up, regardless
Of how hard things had become.
My sweet Zoe, thank you for
Being in our life.
You have taught me so many things,
Many of which I had never seen.

Zoey, when I hug you so tight,
And smother you with kisses,
Always know that it is because,
You have filled every wish.
Happy Anniversary sweet, beautiful Zoey,
My little dancing girl.
By Michelle Santon

Tango (2008)

Gunther

A little boy pug,
Who lost an eye.
Sat alone at the shelter,
Just biding his time.

Rescue was called,
And was told to hurry,
The little boy was to be
Put down that day.

I picked up this skinny bundle,
All battered and bruised.
He shook in my arms and
Was so confused.

I brought him home,
And he couldn't believe what he saw,
Four pugs and two
Elkie dogs!J

I watched as Gunther
Thrived in our home.
He loved to sleep and
Chew on his bone.

I fell in love,
With this skinny ole' pug,
I wanted him to be mine,
I wanted him to love.

I thought about him everyday,
And couldn't wait to get home.
Gunther would be waiting,
He knew he was no longer alone.

I watched him gain weight,
And take pleasure in play.
He raced with our babies,
And would crawl in our laps at the end of the day.

I thought, "You need to be mine,
I will love you until the end of time."
But in the back of my mind,
I knew what I must do.

you were adopted,
By a wonderful family.
They were so excited to have you,
Just like I would be.

My heart aches because you are no
Longer here.
I feel so selfish as I shed all of these
Tears.

I have six wonderful babies,
Who all need my love.
But, Gunther, you were my first,
My first foster to love.

I know in my heart,
I did the right thing,
I miss you so much,
It is just not the same.

I hope you will forgive me,
For grieving like I do,
It is just so hard for me
Too lose such a wonderful baby as you.

are my sweet boy,
Be happy in life.
Your foster mommie love you
More than she can ever express.

Gordon (2020)

Little D

Jolliet (2012)

A Dog's Plea

Treat me kindly, my beloved friend, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I might lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me learn.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps fall upon my waiting ear.
Please take me inside when it is cold and wet, for I am a domesticated animal, no longer accustomed to bitter elements. I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.
Feed me clean food that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.
And, my friend, when I am very old, and I no longer enjoy good health, hearing and sight, do not make heroic efforts to keep me going. I am not having any fun.
Please see that my trusting life is taken gently, I shall leave this earth knowing with the last breath I draw that my fate was always safest in your hands.

Ida (2014)

Nada

I got her from the pet store
They gave her to me free
My boss said 'Get her out of here'
That's how we came to be
She was not of perfect standard
Like a great Boxer should be
She had a crooked nose
And really crooked teeth


I had another dog at home
My shepherd-husky mix
Raz would have no problem
It was my husband who had fits

I hid her underneath my coat
Into the house we snuck
He said,'Nope, nota nuther dog'
And that's the name that stuck


As with any other dog
Puppyhood was hell
When it all was said and done
She'd trained us pretty well


She went with me eveywhere
Always by my side
In the car, to work, vacations
Even on boat rides


'Not' was always there for me
Thru laughter and thru tears
We held each other sacred
For over fifteen years


She told me it was time to go
Cuz she was tired and old
I know we'll meet again someday
My Rainbow Bridges 'Pot of Gold'

Gemma (2023)

A Faithful Dog

A Faithful Dog Will Play With You
And Laugh With You -Or Cry-
He'll Gladly Starve To Stay With You
Nor Ever Reason Why,
And When You're Feeling Out Of Sorts
Somehow He'll Understand
He'll Watch You With His Shining Eyes
And Try To Lick Your Hand.
His Blind, Implicit Faith In You
Is Matched By His Great Love -
The Kind That All Of Us Should Have
In The Master, Up Above.
When Everything Is Said And Done
I Guess This Isn't Odd
For When You Spell "Dog" Backwards
You Get The Name Of God.

Tulip (2002)

A New Life

Today I awaken, again with fright,
It's so that I can't tell if it's day or night.
I'm cold and wet, whimpering in pain,
Not bothering to bark out loud, for I know it's in vain.
I wonder if today is the day that I will eat,
To ease my mind, instead I lick my sore feet.
Wait, what's the noise and commotion outside?
Running in circles, there's no place to hide.
My cage door opens to the bright sun glowing above,
Gentle hands reaching in, contact I have been void of.
Holding me close as I shiver with fear,
Comforting words whispered in my infected ear.
Looking around, I see so many of us, yet I had always felt alone,
So many other dogs and puppies, to me had been unknown.
Lights flashing, humans talking rapidly, I'm in a warm car,
Wondering where I am being taken, for this is all so bizarre.
Into a house, a first for me, and given a warm bath,
Food in my tummy, first time in days, I must be on the right path.
I'm learning what it's like, sleeping in the warmth of a soft bed,
Snuggled up close with other's like me, comforting my little head.
This wonderful new life of mine is something to behold,
It's just the start, only the beginning I am told.
For one day, someone will take me to a special place to call my own,
For there, I will be spoiled and loved in a place I'll call home.
The gratitude and thanks go to the many who saved us from life in hell,
The pain, suffering, hunger and death, we have all bid farewells.
The rescue people cry for the ones that didn't make it,
I try to comfort them with my charm, antics and wit.
They laugh at me, scoop me up and kiss on my face,
I don't know if I'm ever going to want to leave this place.
The rescue people tell me it gets much better than this,
In my forever home, I won't have to share my human's kiss.
I'll miss my rescue friends where my new life started,
They will never be forgotten, even though we've parted.
I'm as happy as a dog can be in my new home,
My own bed, soft toys, good food and a yard to roam.
I send my puppy prayers to heaven each night
Blessing the rescue workers, who never give up the fight.

Cagney & Lacy (2005)

My Friends, My Pugs

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 bog eyes,
They'll ease away your pain.


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


You'll never know the pleasure,
When needing loving hugs,
They always come a waddlin'
My wrinkly little pugs.

Bonnet (2013)

Senior Dog

A treasure trove discarded,
Just because the chest looked old.
Opal eyes, silver fur
And heart of antique gold.

A soul of deep devotion breathes
Within that form grown frail,
And happiness still dances,
In that joyous, crooked tail.

Your eyes don't register the glow
Of sunlight from above,
But see, with sharp acuity,
The inner lights of love.

Your ears don't hear the words of love,
Whispered in the dark,
But your heart hears every syllable
And answers in your bark.

I cannot make you young again,
And I'm not sure I would.
Your years have made you who you are,
A treasure, bright and good.