The Pedigree Adoption Drive
Tiny, big, medium or tall - short hair, long fur or sleek.
Homes are needed for abandoned dogs - every single week.
Encouragement, from "Pedigree" - awareness is their goal.
Please adopt a dog - open your arms, hearts, and souls.
Each dog is different - with their funny, quirky ways.
Doing things that will leave you smiling for days!
Invest some of your time, to teach them, and guide.
Great love you will receive, from the companion by your side.
Running around - with big grins on their faces,
Enjoying their new life, with new smells and new places.
Everlasting love, your new dog will give you.
And, devotion aplenty - with a friendship so true.
Don't ever judge them - for they will accept you as you are.
Only, expect to be hero-worshiped, from near or afar!
Plenty of time to form memories and laughter.
To bond with you, play with you, but will need looking after.
It's so rewarding - sharing your life with one dog, or more.
Only, don't accept my word for it - (though it is hard to ignore!)
Now is a good time to visit your local animal shelter.
Dogs all in need of loving homes - each one a heart-melter.
Retrievers, terriers, spaniels, crossbreeds - one will be just right for you.
In need of a new start, and to live their lives through.
Valiant people, come forward, your heart you must lend.
Enjoy your new life, with your new four-legged friend.
Pedigree adoption drive - http:www.pedigreeadoptiondrive.com.
A Recipe for Spring
What a lot of entertainment
From some old bread that has gone stale
Normally it would be just thrown away
Yet, now it has created this tale.
A rewarding fine sight will emerge just for you
And, all you need is some bread that is old
Eventually, (it'll take just a minute or two)
You will see colours so clear and so bold.
A slice, or two, of old bread - that is all
Broken up into 'bite-size' pieces
Then just scatter them around your garden
Across lawns, by paths and near niches.
Return to the comfort of your home
Pull up a chair, and just wait
It won't take long - just you see
Your patience will reward you - its' fate!
A brave one will appear by your unwanted bread
Feasting quickly whilst abating its fear
Then the others of its kind soon arrive along side
For they all have the same idea!
With hungry mouths to feed at home
There really is no time to waste
Just gobble some bread down quickly
No time to savour the taste.
After stealing a second for their own meal
They gather as much as they can
In their mouths, they cram it all in
This banquet provided by Man.
It is Spring, and the weather is sunny
Refreshing - each morning, and clear
They race for some food for their families
Before others of their type draw near.
Males and females taking turns
From safe distances, one acts as the lookout
For the dangers that are always present
Whilst out 'shopping' for food, there's no doubt.
Their children, back home, are all waiting
Reliant on your old, stale bread bits
The Sparrows, Blackbirds and Finches
Also Magpies, Jackdaws and Tits.
So, your pieces of stale bread are not wasted
When broken up and strewn all around
You'll be visited by all different birds each time
When they spot you down there on the ground.
It is a true recipe for Spring
Pass it on, and let it be heard
When your unwanted food gets 'recycled'
Filling the bellies of new baby birds.
Remember, all it takes is some bread
Good intentions and patience, 'tis true
Your reward is the trust from the parents
When their babies they will bring to show you.
With fluffy feathers, and now as big as their parents
Though certainly nowhere near as wise
The young fledglings all baying to be fed at once
In your garden, right in front of your eyes.
A small token of kindness from you each day
With no baking involved on your part
This simple recipe for Spring has unfolded
Warm images to keep in your heart.
To Them It Does Not Matter
If you're abled or disabled
Or whatever colour your skin.
To them, it's not important,
You're just another of their kin.
They also do not see you
As too fat, too thin, no hair.
And it's no relevance to them
What fashions you decide to wear.
They love you for you, just as you are
And for the love that you give back
They live for your smiles and your cuddles
That's all they require, from the leader of their pack.
They don't care if you are older
And your joints, may creak and ache
They have such adoration for you
There's no need to change for their sake.
They do not worry if your breath smells
For they know that theirs does too,
Your feet may pong, but to them - nothing's wrong
And they won't talk about you, 'tis true!
Never mind your sexuality
To them - it makes no difference
They love you, no matter what, you see
Without question, or significance.
What am I talking of here?
Who is it that has no regret?
Now, listen when I tell you all
It's our dear, beloved pets.
This poem is also on the Teeny Poet site at http://teenypoet.googlepages.com/tothemitdoesnotmatter.....
Jasper's Poem - (If a dog could talk)
I love you in the morning
When you take me for a walk.
Even when you stand around
With people, when you all talk!
I love you in the afternoon
When you give me my first meal.
And even though its beef, or lamb
I don't want you to buy me veal!
I love you in the evening
When we lounge and watch TV.
You in your armchair, me on the sofa
Casualty - who cares, as long as you're with me.
I love you in the nighttime
When you let me roam the place.
And if I feel a bit insecure, or lonely
I visit your room to look at your face.
I love you all of the time
Because you are my wonderful Mum.
And you look after and protect me
When you're with me - I'm never glum.
I'll love you even more and more
Until my life is through.
But until that time, I know I'll just
Keep on loving you.
Toffee
We call you 'Toffee Apple'
Or 'Baby', or 'Kitten' too
We call you several affectionate names
And they all suit you.
You were born, in the house next door,
on the 1st of June - 2003 was the year
You were a tiny ball of ginger fluff
And you kept trying to suck my ear!
The year now is 2006
And you're almost three years old
A lot has happened to you, little love
But you were brave and bold.
A car hit you and left you
When you were seven months of age
A broken pelvis - among your injuries
Your tail amputated - you awoke in a cage.
At the vets you stayed for a week
And we were very worried for you
We came to see you every day
You gained strength, and you pulled through.
We love you, like a child
To us, you're our little boy
Your funny ways - they do amuse
You are such a treasured joy.
This poem is all about you
Toffee - our wonderful cat
You give us your love, in return
And we're honoured to have that.
You're such a little darling
A comedian, it's true!
So to our special baby
"Thanks for being you".
My Dog Jamie
The month was August
1986 was the year
A bitch gave birth to her puppies
Each one to be loved so dear
We adopted one of those puppies
The smallest of the lot
Shetland Sheepdog - Sheltie for short
He was like a little dot
We christened him Jamie
That cute little bundle of fluff
He was very ill, but he fought it off
For a little 'un - he was tough
"Animals are dumb"
So the saying goes
But Jamie is intelligent
From his nose down to his toes
He really is a softy
He rolls over on the mat
But he lets the canine side down
For his best friend is a cat!
He's one of the family and we love him
But at times he is a pest
Here's a message in human talk
"As dogs go - Jamie you are the best!"
Teeny Poet Picture for Ginger Cat
Teeny Poet - Animals - Ginger Cat.
Ginger Cat
There's a hole over there, that I haven't seen before
I could have a big adventure, if I go in to explore
What would I find? Maybe a well dressed mouse
Or a gingerbread family baking a house
I could be a lion in there - big, brave and strong
A ruler of all territory; oh, how I would strut along!
Standing before me, a jazz band of bats
Trapeze artist rabbits, and lots of clockwork rats
Poke my head inside the hole, to see what awaits me there
Ablaze with cartoon characters, playing ludo on a chair
Trumpet playing goldfish, horses placing bets on frogs
Stampeding snails, with cat food tails, and elephants wearing clogs
I could go over and take a look inside the strange new gap
But the sun is out and I'm asleep - taking one of my hourly catnaps!
Teeny Poet Picture for Ginger Cat
Teeny Poet - Animals - Ginger Cat.
A Dog's Eye View
There is a light ahead
Where am I going?
I've arrived - my first breath
Mum? What are you doing?
It's warm against her body
Feeling safe with the others
Why are we all different?
Are those my sisters and brothers?
I'm moving - but not with paws
It's one of those human beings
The little one is nearing
What is all this that I'm seeing?
Mum! Why are you staying?
I'm being taken by the others
We're moving away and they're looking at me
Now I'll never see my Mother
Ow! A sharp pain in my leg
A hug from the human one
She feeds me and plays with me
Perhaps this life could be fun
Funny - they touch with their mouths
They talk to a thing by their ears
They wear clothes and eat with sticks
Have they done this for all these years?
They move along in metal things
They watch things in a square
And listen to noises from a box
I've got fur - they have hair
I'm supposed to be a human's best friend
I belong to the family - I do
Some think I'm a dumb animal
From what I've seen - so are you!
Second Chance
He looks at me
So trustingly
With those liquid brown eyes.
You'd never know
That a few years ago
People's hearts were full of despise.
He was taken to the shelter
With a broken heart
Along with broken bones.
He had no fur
He had no soul
And he never had a home.
Eleven dogs
And many cats
Were rescued from such evil.
Just how can humans
Do these things
To one that gives love so freely?
A cruelty case
Prosecution followed
And justice won the day.
He'll give you his trust
But your love is a must
Until his days are over.
He just wants love
And care from me.
It will be an honour to provide.
Silky
Special Silky, my first cat
With gorgeous tabby stripes so neat.
Black fur with golden lines amid
And white bits on your feet.
When I was born, you were so good
Tolerating my newborn cries.
Three years old, and in your prime
Watching over me, with skilful eyes.
As we both grew older - we became good friends
Which was easy - for your nature was so good.
When I was toddling, I would hold your tail
Painful for you - but you understood.
Your antics - so clever and amusing
Your curiosity, it always knew best.
Stalking shadows, chasing lights
Or stealthily observing a birds nest.
When fleas bothered and irritated you
Mum fitted you with a collar.
You hated it every single time
Each new one made you holler!
You were such a sweet-natured boy
So loving, genteel and kind.
A better temperament couldn't be wished for
Along with such a wise, knowing mind.
You lived to the grand age of nineteen
Then it all became too much for you.
Illness came upon you quickly
Moving, feeding - was so hard to do.
You ended your life on the vets table
Where an injection induced you to sleep.
You closed your eyes and were free from pain
Causing your human family to cry so deep.
I am glad that I knew you, Silky
And that you were my first pet.
I know we will be together again
Some day, you and me - you bet.
