Please enjoy these poems

Fun Doggy Poems

How to make puppy pie - Author Unknown
Why Own A Dog - Author Unknown
Does Your Dog Own You?- Author Unknown
If - Author Unknown
Inner Strength - Author Unknown

Poems from the Heart

Old Dog - JimYounghusband
The Power of the Dog - Rudyard Kipling
Twas the night before Christmas - Author Unknown

In Memory Poems

Hallowed Be Thy Name - An Indian prayer
Memories of you - Author Unknown of Original version
Creation - Author Unknown
A Prayer for a Wee Dog - Author:  Heather Veitch
To My Loved Ones - Author Unknown
Rainbow Bridge, 2 versions - Author Unknown
Old Dog In A Locket - Bobbie Hefner

Click here to read a very special non doggy poem - A Creed to Live By


  An old man and his dog were walking along a country road, enjoying the
  scenery, when it suddenly occurred to the man that he had died. He
..remembered dying, and realized, too, that the dog had been dead for many
..years. He wondered where the road would lead them, and continued onward.
  After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of
  the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was
  broken by a tall, white arch that gleamed in the sunlight. When he was
  standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked
  like mother of pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like
  pure gold.

  He was pleased that he had finally arrived at heaven, and the man and
  his dog walked toward the gate. As he got closer, he saw someone sitting
  at a beautifully carved desk off to one side. When he was close enough,
..he called out, "Excuse me, but is this heaven?"

  "Yes, it is, sir," the man answered.

  "Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
  "Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought
  right up." The gatekeeper gestured to his rear, and the huge gate began
  to open.

  "I assume my friend can come in..." the man said, gesturing toward his
  dog.  But the reply was "I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."

  The man thought about it, then thanked the gatekeeper, turned back
  toward the road, and continued in the direction he had been going. After
  another long walk, he reached the top of another long hill, and he came
  to a dirt road which led through a farm gate. There was no
  fence, and it looked as if the gate had never been closed, as grass had
  grown up around it.

  As he approached the gate, he saw a man just inside, sitting in the
  shade of a tree in a rickety old chair, reading a book. "Excuse me!" he
..called to the reader. Do you have any water?"

  "Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there," the man said, pointing to a
  place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate.  "Come on in and make
  yourself at home."

  "How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.

  "He's welcome too, and there's a bowl by the pump," he said.

  They walked through the gate and, sure enough, there was an
  old-fashioned hand pump with a dipper hanging on it and a bowl next to
  it on the ground. The man filled the bowl for his dog, and then took a
  long drink himself. When both were satisfied, he and the dog walked back
  toward the man, who was sitting under the tree  waiting for them, and
  asked, "What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.

  "This is heaven," was the answer.

  "Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "It certainly doesn't look
  like heaven, and there's another man down the road who said that place
  was heaven."

  "Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates?

  "Yes, it was beautiful."

  "Nope. That's hell."

  "Doesn't it offend you for them to use the name of heaven like that?"

  "No. I can see how you might think so, but it actually saves us a lot of
  time. They screen out the people who are willing to leave their best
  friends behind."

..Author Unknown