[Pupcake]

Cute and funny puppy poem, found it on a diffrent dog site.


This morning, I woke up & kissed my dad's head.
I peed on the carpet, then went back to bed.
"The life of a puppy, oh my, this is great."
Then I thought about breakfast, "I hope it's not late."

Mom took me outside, we walked for a while.
This never fails, to make Mama smile.
I sniffed of everything, that we did pass,
I ate something weird -- it gave me gas.

I'm sure God loves me, I know that is true.
He gave me so many great things to chew.
Rugs, plants or rocks, I really don't care.
What I truly like best, is Dad's underwear.

That obedience book, was sort of yummy.
Though it didn't sit well on my poor puppy tummy.
I threw up a bit, but that was all right,
When Mom found it later, I was well out of sight.

I made streamers of T.P., while running at full speed.
Mom's pretty quick -- but I was still in the lead.
I flew under the bed, and Mom flew past,
She stopped -- shook her head, and breathed, "You're too fast."

Mama later phoned Daddy, and said, "It was frightening!"
That afternoon, she was sure I'd pooped lighting.
She'd sat at the computer, while I chewed the cord,
She thought I was mad, but I was just bored.

When Mama had enough, couldn't take anymore,
That's when my tushy got shoved out the door.
I love it inside, but outside is best.
Lay in the cool grass, and had a good rest.

That didn't last long, there was too much to do-Can't quite remember
where I hid Daddy's shoe. I found an old bone, and scratched at a
flea, I watched the dumb squirrels as they jumped in a tree.

I barked at the kids, when they got off the bus.
I can't figure out why this makes Mama fuss.
I barked at the neighbor, I barked at the wind.
I barked and barked, till Mom yelled, "COME IN."

The sun dipped in the west-soon Daddy would come!
I sure love my daddy: we always have fun.
I barked at my daddy, then turned on my charms,
I woo-wooed, "Hello," then jumped in his arms.

Sitting under the table -- it's sooo hard to wait.
Daddy slipped me a goodie right off his plate.
I raced through the house, and scattered my toys,
Ricocheted off the furniture, and made lots of noise.

Mom found her purse -- the one I abused.
Daddy let loose a chuckle. Mom asked "Amused??"
I cowered down low, I must be in trouble.
Dad said, "Wasn't MY boy, it must be his double!"

Mom turned off the TV, and said, "Time for bed."
Dad said "Let's go boy," and patted my head.
I got in my spot, between Mom and Dad,
I thought 'bout my day and what fun I had.

Mama kicked out my bone from the covers below,
Then let loose a sigh -- a sigh deep and low.
She gave me a kiss, and snuggled me tight,
and whispered so softly, "My darling, goodnight."
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[luvdanes04]

Great poem!! Soooo true! Thanks for sharing!

[puppylove]

that poem is great!

[Peabug]

Great poem and sooo true!

[PitBullLvr]

Such a cute poem. I loved it it's so true.

[Jaylie]

Here's one about puppy raising. You don't really get the full effect unless you HAVE puppy raised before. I read it before I got my pup, and I thought it was pretty cool, than I read it again AFTER I got her, and I was sobbing! I don't know what it is...it's just that by that last line...it's SOO sad. That's exactly what I'm going to have to go through. Well, here it is.

Are you prepared for a twelve pound fuzz ball to enter your life, change and rearrange it in a way you never dreamed possible? Let me take you through the emotional roller coaster ride of a puppy raiser's life...

You are teeming with excitement at the prospect of seeing the eight-week-old pup for the first time. Today is the day you get to bring Fuzz home. You decide to make it a family affair. On the way home, everyone coos and cuddles Fuzz, prickly teeth and all, until he upchucks in the back seat with the kids. Where are the paper towels? Finally, he falls asleep in your arms. Guess what he has to do when he wakes up? You hope he’ll sleep the rest of the way home and he does.
Your home is puppy proofed like you were instructed. You decide to just let them all play together to get acquainted when you hear, ... “Mom, Fuzz peed on the carpet!” As you dash to clean up the mess, it hits you . . .this is full time work! You resort to the program’s instructions on restricting his area until Fuzz knows where to relieve himself. Confident he has played so hard he will sleep all night, you go to bed. His whine wakes you up around 2 a.m.! You take Fuzz out to relieve himself and settle down for the rest of the night.

Why is he crying again? ... you just took him out ... you look at your watch. It’s only 5 a.m.! Fuzz is hungry; needs to go out; and is ready to start his day! Oh, when can you get a decent night’s sleep? You feel like you are in a stupor half the time from sleep deprivation. As you remind yourself why you started this project (to help someone else), all the pieces seem to fit together. The vet reports that puppy shots are complete. She is pleased that Fuzz is not growing too fast. Fuzz is reliable with relieving himself the majority of the time.

You need to dash in and pick up a prepared prescription. It will just be a quick trip. You decide to see if Fuzz may accompany you. He is ready for a small store. Having second thoughts, you call anyway. Permission is granted! (They forgot to tell you there is no such thing as "dash in" when you have a cute puppy with you!) He relieved himself before you left the house but it is taking so long you wonder if you will need the plastic bag and paper towels you stuffed in your pocket. Finally, you leave the store with Fuzz - the trooper - and head home to practice puppy kindergarten skills. Tonight is the last class and you want him to be promoted.

Formal obedience class has homework also. You wonder how you can ever expose him to everything he will need for his job like elevators, trains, buses, cabs, planes, subways, grocery stores, playgrounds, kids, department stores, malls, grid surfaces, theaters, schools, parades, concerts, open stairways, groomers and still create confidence and love of work. You practice skills for your organization. You participate in their training and socialization activities. You recognize this as a labor of love and pour your heart and soul into raising the best assistance dog possible in the year you have with Fuzz.

You wonder where time goes when it is flying. You’ve never discouraged a retrieved item even when it was your favorite antique teddy bear. You managed to take Fuzz out every day to experience traffic, crowds, post offices, nursing homes, doctors’ offices and a host of other things that weren’t even suggested by the program. You dread turn-in already. Fuzz has become part of the family! Look at the pictures ... he’s in every one! You wonder how to share these special puppy moments with his future partner. Your mind wanders back to the pictures when you remember he may be trained as a guide dog thanks to inter-agency cooperative efforts. Oh, how you wanted to start a diary to record his puppyhood. It was too easy to wait for the tomorrow which never came. Maybe you should have made a heavily textured quilt for them. You would have had a keepsake for the team while using your hobby.

You decide to do it differently next time so you will have a keepsake for his partner. Your mind is cluttered with “if only I had done this ... if only I had done that.” The multiple mental diversions keep you from worrying how to handle turn-in. Could anything ever fill the void you anticipate? You dread that day most of all.

You are notified of the turn-in date. Your eyes fill with a river of tears. You look at Fuzz and see a sleek, gentle giant ready to conquer the world. Just a glance at him makes you cry. You try to focus on the changes he can make in the world for the right person. Then, you begin to pick up the pieces of his puppyhood - some teeth, favorite toys, pictures showing him grow up, a flag from a parade that only the "kids" got, a bandana from the groomer, and just in case he is trained as a guide, you write what he was like as a puppy. Reality sets in and you cry again.

You are prepared for turn-in. You have proof of up-to-date shots. The puppy coordinator comes to greet you and Fuzz. The family wasn’t as anxious for this trip. You are feeling lonely already. You wonder if you will ever see Fuzz again or raise another. Would the smell of sweet puppy breath ease this pain? Will the partner contact me? Will the partner ever know who the raiser is? Will there be an opportunity to attend team graduation? Will there be one? You did check but each program runs just a bit differently. You forget how this program does things. It was just the program that had a puppy available when you were ready, willing, and able to take one. You want to know so many things. You are told ... first he has to pass medicals.

You know about medicals ... enough to worry. Fuzz can’t be an assistance dog if he is not physically sound. Fuzz would become a "career change" dog. He must pass x-rays. Emptiness makes you hope he fails so you would get him back. You cry again. Then, your common sense reminds you of all the work you put into Fuzz. You know what a great work drive he has. Surely he will be partnered with someone who needs a lot of assistance. You wonder if your head and your heart will ever be on the same wavelength and your family wonders why you are worrying about something you can’t change.

Fuzz has been gone over a month when the call finally comes. He passed his medicals! He can be trained as an assistance dog. They have someone in mind that they have been trying to match for a long time. Fuzz has now made that possible. Training is projected to take six months. Tears of joy stream down your face until you begin to wonder if you have prepared Fuzz well enough. Will he be able to complete training? Will they classify him a "career change" dog after all? If he passes training, will his new person like him ... love him? The waiting and wondering begin again.

You are eager for information about your boy ... even bad news ... but something. You don’t want to be a pest by always calling for news. Finally, a call comes letting you know that Fuzz is half way through training and has met his future partner. They seem to hit it off instantly. Your excitement builds until you think you will explode. You ask gingerly, "Are you allowed to tell me what he will be doing?" Chuckling, he replies, "Sure ... a lot of things really. He’ll pull a wheelchair, do switches, counter transactions, open doors, retrieve dropped objects, get the phone and go get help. He’ll be working with a very tall blonde gentleman who lives a few hours from you.

You are elated. They have the perfect match for Fuzz, your gentle giant. You consider all the people waiting for a dog and decide finding his partner was the easy part. He’d better finish training. Someone is counting on him ... perhaps since before he was born. They have met already. You wish you could have a private pep talk with Fuzz. You want to explain what an important job he has. He can open a new world for this man. You wonder if you can stand worrying an additional three months. Finally, you are told Fuzz has left for team training. Months later after training in the home and community where they live, they've finished the process and they are certified. No one has to call to let you know. The picture you got in the mail says it all! You know the team now has the puppy momentos and your contact information which you left at turn-in. You hope there will be a chance to meet some day.

At last you have an opportunity to meet. You decided to make it a family affair. After all, that’s how the family first met Fuzz. You agonized about the meeting and wondered if he would remember you. You watched for their arrival eager to see a working team in action. Fuzz stood there with the same goofy grin. You hung back and watched intently as the family greeted them drinking it all in as bees to wild flowers. They looked like a great team. You wondered what to say - that wasn't a problem. Fuzz knew he was at his puppy home and his tail thumped madly against his partner! You exchanged pleasantries and invited them in for a chat. Everyone enjoyed the Kodak moments.

Finally, Fuzz leaned against you and his tail started wagging even harder. He gave you plenty of kisses - each one more special than the ones he gave as a puppy. Oh how well you remember the incredible journey which made it all possible! You try to smile while holding back your tears. You leaned into Fuzz and spoke softly to him as you hugged one last time. "I hoped you'd still remember me, Fuzz. We’ve missed you, buddy ... this is Crystal ... she’s in training."