Gifts and Poems for Dogs and Dog Lovers

I Will Take You on a Romp
How a Dog Came to Be
A Gala for People and Pooches
Whimpering Outside the Door
On Doggie Breeds
Drip, Drip, Drip
Our Dog Bogo - a poem
Higher Math

I will take you on a romp
Where dogs and wolves do stomp
Through canine history
Uncovering the mystery
Of man's best friend
That appears to have no end
So be prepared to be enlightened
And laugh a bit; do not be frightened

Once the canines were all feral
In packs they faced a daily peril
But a man took a wolf pup as his own
Then human was now his family known

The pup was gentle but also wild
Generations needed to make dogs mild
To be a companion for the tribe
To share their food and drink imbibe

As ages passed the dogs were bred
To tend the sheep or hunt instead
So far from wolves they have evolved
Their world around man is now revolved

A party was held for the local elite
And people attended with Fido and Fluff
Who were groomed real well because of the heat
The folks and the canines were fed well enough

There was one poodle with bottle brush legs
Shaved and shorn like a lamb
The hosts had a safe, immune to the yeggs
That held the deed to the land

When the gala moved out to the backyard pool
The dogs proceeded to bury their bones
A lesson on wealth not taught in the schools
With dessert of lemon and raspberry scones

Whimpering outside the door
My loving dog wanted to enter
Paws stretched out on the wood floor
She wanted attention front and center

Dogs are varied in their sizes
Color, temperament and bearing
Chihuahua up to Great Dane rises
Through breeding very daring

The AKC has official regs
For breeds to be so labeled
A peekapoo has cutie legs
But its recognition is tabled

Dogs in every shape and size
Descended from the wild ones
They give love without a guise
As such we love them tons

Drip, drip, drip from my dog's tongue
Oh, isn't it cute, how it is hung
My puppy's panting from the the heat
Her air conditioning wets her feet
Those needed drops will help her clean
All four paws and what's between

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Our Dog Bogo

When we take our dog for a stroll
We add a 1 or 2 without a real goal
You see, we count up what she does
We do this for fun %u2026 just because

Sometimes we look and nothing's there
Just doggy pheromones in the air
But pee mail is a way for them
To share addresses, right? Ahem

Anyway, over twelve is higher math
And we continue along the path