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I THINK that I shall never see
A dog who doesn't like to pee.
A dog whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against my "Hey - geez! that's my breast!!";
A dog that looks at God all day,
And lifts his leg as if to pray;
A dog that may in summer wear
A nest of tangles in her hair;
Upon whose backside snow has lain;
Who intimately stinks of rain.
Poems i make here on the blog,
But only God can make a dog.
Posted by: sandy | August 03, 2011 at 04:26 PM
No offense to Lucy, but Moosedawg, Crack Puppy and I miss Earnest and Dave's emergency backup dog, Zippy.
Posted by: hogsatemysister | August 03, 2011 at 06:25 PM
*applause for sandy*
Posted by: Guin | August 03, 2011 at 07:47 PM
I think the doggie just rolled over to scratch in a new direction and the "word processor" came unplugged.
Posted by: tash | August 03, 2011 at 09:07 PM
This is why guys love dogs. We have everything in common.
Posted by: Wingnut | August 03, 2011 at 10:04 PM
Woof.
I like the bulldog's motto:
If you can't eat it
Or hump it
Piss on it and walk away
Posted by: EyeGore | August 03, 2011 at 11:24 PM
The humor blog Hyperbole and a Half has two stories on not-so-bright dogs:
Dog Story 1
and
Dog Story 2
Both are *almost* as good as Dave's story.
Posted by: PirateBoy | August 04, 2011 at 12:25 AM
That column always makes me smile.
Posted by: nursecindy | August 04, 2011 at 01:43 AM
The blog ate my earlier comments about the collie that helped raise me to be who I am today.
Even when he was old and the block walk to the bus stop was painful, he made sure I crossed the street safely and walked on the street side to protect me from any passing cars. Folks got used to the bus driver keeping the flashing red lights on while he limped back across the street.
Posted by: Not My Usual Alias | August 04, 2011 at 08:55 AM
HAving put one of my sweets pups to sleep a week and a half ago, this made me smile.
My pup was so "cool" that when I threw a toy for her to fetch she would look at me like, "Why did you throw my toy? YOU go get it." I miss that look.
Posted by: MikeyVA | August 04, 2011 at 08:58 AM
Mikey, I get that exact look from my cocker spaniel. She is priceless.
Posted by: Beckster | August 04, 2011 at 10:32 AM
Beckster. Yes they are. It is hard to outlive them but I would rather do this then have them taken care of by any one else.
Posted by: MikeyVA | August 04, 2011 at 11:23 AM
When I first got my yellow lab, Daisy, I decided I was going to teach her to fetch a Frisbee. I threw it one time, she ran after it, and then ate it. We don't play fetch anymore. I have a chihuahua that is around 16 years old. She used to run like the wind and I've chased her many times. Now she just waddles and I pretend I can't catch her. It makes us both happy.
Posted by: nursecindy | August 04, 2011 at 12:18 PM
You guys made me cry!
Posted by: eil | August 04, 2011 at 01:32 PM
I found a copy of this on the web somewhere a while back, and some genius had "fixed" it by completing the text at the end.
Posted by: Richard the Weasel-Hearted | August 07, 2011 at 01:21 PM