This is a work of fiction, no animals were injured, in any fashion, during this production. Any resemblance to any other canine, living or dead, is purely coincidental and is not intended to bring tears to the eyes of any person, living or dead.
Please enjoy,
Jake.
He wasn’t much to look at but…
My Dog Pride
Well I once had a little dog
who was always by my side
now he wasn’t much to look at
but he strutted with a sense of pride.
So that is what I named him
and he took all in stride.
*
Pride liked to go on long walks
and in the car, he loved to ride
and when I had to leave him home,
oh how, that dog had cried.
He could sense when I was leaving
and he’d know it, when I lied.
*
At work I’d take a little time
to make a telephone call
my answering machine would pick up
and echo through the hall,
“Pride” I’d say “are you being good?
If so, then we’ll play ball.”
*
Oh, I loved that little mutt named Pride
more than any dog ever, at all.
How I’d love to watch him scamper
and come whenever I’d call.
Until that day at the top of the stairs,
when Pride wenteth before my fall.
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Jack Downing
Apr. 2015
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I’m not a pet owner. But I know many folks who will relate to your poem. And likely cry.
Jake, be sure to scoot over to my blog today for a poetry book give-away.
Thank you Audrey. I’m on my way to your blog now..
Love this poem! I’m a doggie owner and will always be 😀
Thank you so much Lily for visiting and commenting. I’m a dog lover too, but unfortunately a stray cat adopted us about 16 years ago and won’t go away. lol. What type of dog do you have? My daughter has a Jack Russell mix who is a rescued dog from Tenn. and she’s a super dog.