Saturday, June 8, 2013

Saturday Observations

I know when you eat, and what.
I know the moment your eyes open in the morning.
I know who you call by the sound in your voice.
I know how long the phone conversation lasts.
I know when you are approaching home, without your vehicle being seen.
I know when you are getting ready to leave.
I know exactly what you are saying, even if my vocabulary
 consists of a few key words in your language.
I stick my nose in your business because I want you to be happy,
not because I don't trust you.
But if you tell me to desist, I will,
because even as I wish to monitor everything you do,
I know the private part of you is inviolate, even to me.

I'm not Big Brother.

I am your Dog.
(c) Home on the Range 2013

13 comments:

  1. *sniff sniff*

    "Wait...have you been petting another dog?"

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  2. :)

    I look up and I see God,
    I look down and see my dog.
    Simple spelling G O D,
    same word backwards, D O G.

    They would stay with me all day.
    I'm the one who walks away.
    But both of them just wait for me,
    and dance at my return with glee.

    Both love me no matter what
    - divine God and canine mutt.
    I take it hard each time I fail,
    but God forgives, dog wags his tail.

    God thought up and made the dog,
    dog reflects a part of God.
    I've seen love from both sides now,
    it's everywhere, amen, bow wow.
    I look up and I see God,
    I look down and see my dog.
    And in my human frailty...
    I can't match their love for me.

    (*https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H17edn_RZoY *)

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  3. And, so very true!

    It must be dog day in blog land! ;)

    All the best,
    Lois

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  4. Bravo and well said.
    B can you shoot me your email address? I want to send you a WWII diary, promise I won't bug you.
    Suerte

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  5. Only difference between my cats and Barkley is that they don't care if I want part of me to remain inviolate. They barge in anyway.

    :)

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  6. And yet every once in a while you get a dog that loves to give you a goose with that cold cold nose :D

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  7. "I know the moment your eyes open in the morning."... because I stick my cold, wet nose against any bare skin I can find not hidden by the bed covers...

    Dann in Ohio

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  8. Barkley deserves a Greenie for that fine poem.

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  9. Excellent. Every dog lover/owner knows the absolute truth of that poem.

    And for another take on owning a dog, try this: http://theoatmeal.com/comics/dog_paradox

    Warning: remove beverages from mouth BEFORE reading above link

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  10. My dog (before she was taken to heaven)understood english very well!

    There was just no hiding nuttin' from her.

    It's been three years and I still look for her coming around the corner.

    Bob
    III

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  11. Hugs to Barkley. Still miss my Maxwell, the wonder cowdog, and of course the wee scotty, Gus...

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