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Thursday, March 13, 2008

Dogs On Thursday Spring Swap and a Poem

Welcome to this weeks Dogs on Thursday.
It has been a very hectic week for Natalie and myself so this a quick post for today.

The Dogs Spring Secret Swap:
I have names all matched up and will be sending them out this afternoon with a questionnaire to be completed and posted on your blog somewhere where your secret pal
can find it.
It is still not to late if there are any of you that still want to participate in the swap. I have one name left that needs a match so please email me.

The Snuggle Project:
We need more people.
Please email me or Natalie.

In place of a Doggie Spotlight I am posting this beautiful poem by Kipling.

The Power of the Dog
Rudyard Kipling

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect Passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart to a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find--it's your own affair--
But ... you've given your heart to a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We've sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-term loan is as bad as a long--
So why in--Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

Have a wonderful week!


Anonymous said...

Dogs are such wonderful creatures. I just wish they didn't have such short lives, and with our Riley and an even earlier Jack Russell, I wish sometimes they didn't leave us so early in their life expectancy.

Roscoe is now 12 and I hope he will live as long as my first JR who was with us until he was almost 19. I don't know how folks with the big dogs whose breeds have much shorter lives manage to do it, giving up a dog at least once a decade. We still want our Riley back, and it's been four years.

Anonymous said...

While blog reading just now, I was telling Mugsy that he's still the light of my life and I hope we have MANY more years together, but he's also 12 and I don't think he looks as spry as Roscoe...

Michelle-ozark crafter said...

Love the poem and how true!

Vivian said...

Trinket is thirteen, and we have a dilemma -- it's my today's posting for DOT.

I'm in for the Snuggle Project. will be posting pictures this weekend!

Sonya said...

It's late, but still Thursday.