9 Dog Sayings
No other pet has such a special relationship with humans as does the dog, they give you so much love.
This time we have some funny dog sayings and some sad dog poems for you.
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THE NAUGHTY PUPPIES -- Tiny and his Parents.
There were two little puppy dogs, “Tiny” named, and “Toodles,”
Who got into all kinds of scrapes,
Like little foolish noodles.
Tiny was a brownish dog,
And Toodles was a white one;
And Tiny had a cunning eye,
And Toodles had a bright one.
Tiny played all kinds of tricks.
For which his parents chid him:
And Toodles did—poor, foolish pup—
Whatever Tiny bid him.
Tiny, Toodles, and the Turkey.
“Come, Toodles,” Tiny said, one day,
“It’s bright and pleasant weather,
We’ll go and fight the turkey-cock:”
And off they went together.
But all their courage oozed away,
When the turkey-cock said “Gobble;”
They both turned tail, and scampered off,
As fast as they could toddle.
But turkey caught them up at last,
And read them both a lecture;
And how he served them with his beak,
I leave you to conjecture.
So home they went with drooping tails,
And pace so lame and jerky,
And said, “Next time we’ll tease the hens,
And leave alone the turkey.”
New Mischief done by the Puppies.
The visits to the poultry-yard, Of Tiny and of Toodles,
Soon brought on their papa a call Of Master Cockadoodle’s.
He said, “My hens can’t lay an egg,
Though once I had a case full;
Because your puppies frighten them—
It’s wicked, it’s disgraceful!
“But let them venture once again,
My hens to chase and worry,
And I’ll receive them in a way
Shall make them sad and sorry.”
Toodles heard this, and crept away,
And in the straw lay quiet;
But Tiny yelled till the cock marched off,
Disgusted with the riot.
Tiny and Toodles behave worse than ever.
From bad to worse went these naughty pups—
It’s almost past believing,
But yet, I assure you, ’tis a fact,
That now they took to thieving.
They soon fell into bad company;
And certain unprincipled poodles,
And idle mongrels, and bob-tailed curs,
Were the consorts of Tiny and Toodles.
They let these bad dogs into the house,
Where a pot of milk was standing;
In quest of which they scampered upstairs,
As far as the first-floor landing.
But Betty, the cook, was scrubbing the stairs,
With a mop and a pail of water;
And Tiny ran off, with his head in the pot,
While the rest yelled out for quarter.
How Tiny hunted the Cat, and what he got by it.
Now little Miss Jane had a Persian cat.
Whose fur was soft and silky;
Whose tail was long, and whose eyes were blue,
And whose color was white and milky.
This was a quiet, good-natured cat.
And Master Tiny knew it;
He said, “I’ll frighten her out of her wits:
Just watch me, Toodles—I’ll do it.”
So he ran at Puss, with a yelp and a snap,
As fast as he was able;
Across the paddock, and through the yard,
And over the fence by the stable.
But Puss turned suddenly, scratched his nose,
And set him yelling and weeping; And Tiny owned,
with a rueful face, That he wished he’d left her sleeping.
What happened to Tiny and Toodles.
Punishment follows folks who play tricks,
Although they hope to keep clear of it:
The puppies’ bad conduct was told papa,
Who was mightily grieved to hear of it.
For papa was a grave, respectable dog,
Faithful, and full of affection;
And the farmyard was safe from robbers by night,
Under his steady protection.
So he said: “To cure you of pranks like these,
I condemn each little sinner,
To stand and look on for three whole days,
While I eat up his dinner.
“And to show you I mean to mend your ways,
By every means in my power,
You shall both learn, ‘How doth the busy bee
Improve each shining hour.’”
From: Naughty Puppies, by Anonymous
THE POWER OF THE DOG
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
But when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie—
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find—it’s your own affair
But… you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will
When the whimper of welcome is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone wherever it goes—for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear!
We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ’em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long
So why in Heaven (before we are there!)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
From: ACTIONS AND REACTIONS By Rudyard Kipling. Go back to The Pawsome Dog Blog.
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